<?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-12962818</id><updated>2012-01-31T12:35:24.538+07:00</updated><category term='Turmoil'/><category term='missing someone'/><category term='mr.pho 2000'/><category term='women'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='the agony'/><category term='path of solitude'/><category term='Divine Love'/><category term='single'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='despair'/><category term='wishing'/><category term='vietnamese food'/><category term='hope'/><category term='culinary'/><category term='the Savior'/><category term='running'/><category term='career change'/><category term='sifting life'/><category term='tears'/><category term='meadow'/><category term='cali deli'/><category term='desert'/><category term='Bánh mì'/><category term='men'/><category term='confused'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='loving'/><category term='love'/><category term='changes'/><category term='qualities of a man'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>mixmind</title><subtitle type='html'>struggle, despair, solitude, and the Redeemer...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-688452841199367179</id><published>2012-01-31T12:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T12:34:52.884+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>What Qualities to Look in a Woman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As my previous post regarding how to choose a man that worth fighting for to my fellow female friends. Here's the post I dedicated for men who are longing to find the women they long for to spend the rest of their lives together... May you find her, brother....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And may a true man of God find me as I'm struggling each day to be more perfect and have these qualities, especially quality no. 6 as I'm get used to be a leader and initiator in my job and among my friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here they are the qualities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol start="1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Fears God and whose hope is in the Lord     God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Her     life is going to be a reflection of where her hope is. If a young lady's     hope is in any place other than the Lord, the young who marries her is     going to spend the rest of his life trying to help his wife catch a     butterfly. &lt;/span&gt;It isn't going to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Honors her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; There is so much baggage today     being brought into marriages based upon dysfunctional relationships with     Mom and Dad. And even though this impacts both the husband and the wife,     it's been my experience that women tend to be impacted more negatively by     this than young men. Women tend to be more nurturing and they are impacted     deeply by hurting relationships. If she has a hard time honoring her     parents, she will have a hard time honoring you. Find someone who has or     is working to have a healthy relationship with her parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Knows how to ask for forgiveness, admit     she's wrong, grant forgiveness, and give grace when you fail her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; This isn't just a one-way     street. Both of you are going to need to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Wants to be a wife and a mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; There are some young ladies     who want to be married, but don't really want to be a wife and a mother. They     want to be married, but they want their career to be their number-one     pursuit. I believe the scriptures teach that a wife's number-one pursuit     should be ministering to her husband and family. That means if you choose     to have children, your priorities and values have already been determined.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Displays character in her modest dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; A young man's character is     displayed in his choices around life—around the use of money and     relationships. But a woman's character is displayed in how she handles the     power of her femininity and sexuality. In other words—how modest is she?     That's becoming a weird word in our culture, but I would challenge young     men to keep their eyes out for young women whose character is displayed in     not only on the inside, but the outside as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Knows how to follow a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; That doesn't mean perfection,     but it does mean that she understands that she's the vice president, not     the president. Women are joint heirs of the grace of God, but someone has     to make the final decision when you both disagree. When one person votes     one way, and the other person votes another, I believe it's the     responsibility of the husband to listen carefully and wisely consider the     counsel of his wife. It's upon him and to the Lordship of Jesus Christ as     being led in the power of the Holy Spirit to make that decision, and then     it's upon the wife to be able to follow under the same influence. &lt;/span&gt;That's     not an easy thing in this culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As you see, it's not all about look and appearance, but more to qualities of her inner being. Know how to make-up and dress modestly are important, but after all those beauties fading... all you want is to have a person that accept you and together (yes, I mean TOGETHER) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;be with you through good times (either it hobbies/ministries/anything that you both can enjoy together); or&amp;nbsp; bad times (career changes, sickness, health failures, bankruptcy, etc).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I heard those from my male friends who almost got divorce or cheating on their wives by having affairs with other women who might not as pretty or gorgeous as their wives. Sometimes, their wives pretty faces and sexy bodies can't complete what they longing for, an union or togetherness that each individuals seek deeper in the souls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But, if you're a man and woman of God, no matter happens in your life and how your current spouse react to you, you will stick to the marriage covenant and believe me, God's miracles work on the troubled marriages even only one person seek His face for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;May God blesses every marriages out there....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Source : &lt;a href="http://www.familylife.com/site/apps/nlnet/content.aspx?c=dnJHKLNnFoG&amp;amp;b=3593987&amp;amp;ct=4639461&amp;amp;notoc=1"&gt;http://www.familylife.com/site/apps/nlnet/content.aspx?c=dnJHKLNnFoG&amp;amp;b=3593987&amp;amp;ct=4639461&amp;amp;notoc=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-688452841199367179?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/688452841199367179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=688452841199367179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/688452841199367179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/688452841199367179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-qualities-to-look-in-woman.html' title='What Qualities to Look in a Woman?'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-4123751221130508910</id><published>2012-01-31T12:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T12:35:24.549+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qualities of a man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>What A Man Should Posses to be Worth Fighting For....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Recently, a friend spoke to me that she's already ready to get married with her boyfriend. A statement that I considered brave enough considering she's a lot younger than me, and nowadays there're lots of seem-compatible-enough couples who were madly in love in their weddings endedin divorces two or three years after...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sadly but true, many women seek the wrong qualities in men and seem tolerate 'insignificant things' that turned out to be the most important in their future marriage life... According to a site that full of good advices from trustful women and men of God, here's the qualities that a woman should seek from a man :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol start="1" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Fears God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Some of the ways you can tell     if a young man fears God is by his language and how he treats other     people. Does he treat them with respect? If not, why not? We as human     beings are made in the image of God, and respecting people ultimately     shows a heart that reverences the One whom we reflect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Is not afraid to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; That may sound like a     no-brainer, but a lot of young men today are afraid of commitment, and the     young lady ends up chasing the young man. What we need today are more     young men who are not afraid of being real, authentic, and committed to a     young lady in a relationship. &lt;/span&gt;We need men who are not afraid to     love. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Can admit his faults, his mistakes, and     when he's hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Ruth Bell Graham made the statement, "A good marriage is the     union of two forgivers." The reason is because you're going to hurt     one another over and over again during your lifetime together. If you     don't know how to ask for forgiveness and give forgiveness, you're never     going to have a great marriage. The growth of your marriage will be     stunted early on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Can control his passions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; We live in an age that has     been invaded by pornography. The world sends a message that you can have     it all and can satisfy yourself. I would want my daughters to date a young     man who is fully in charge of his passion and can control his desire for     the opposite sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Honors his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; In the Ten Commandments, God     tells us to honor our parents that our lives may be long and it may be     well with us. Wouldn't you want to select a man whose life has a sense of     well being in God's favor? I have heard it said that if you want to see     how a young man will treat you, see how he treats his mother. I'd take     that a step further—how does he honor both his mother and his father? Does     he speak well of them or is he angry with them? Does he refuse to speak     about them at all? What's going on between a young man and his parents is     very important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Is in the process of becoming a leader who     knows how to serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Being the head of a home and having so much authority and     responsibility demands a servant spirit and self-denial. If a young man     doesn't know how to deny himself on behalf of another person, giving up     his personal rights, goals, and dreams, I would question whether he would     know how to create a family over a lifetime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Do you find these qualities in a man? If yes, don't let him go girls! ;-)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;For the men, you might want to read what qualities to seek in a woman. Read my post after this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;source : &lt;a href="http://www.familylife.com/site/apps/nlnet/content.aspx?c=dnJHKLNnFoG&amp;amp;b=3593987&amp;amp;ct=4639461&amp;amp;notoc=1"&gt;http://www.familylife.com/site/apps/nlnet/content.aspx?c=dnJHKLNnFoG&amp;amp;b=3593987&amp;amp;ct=4639461&amp;amp;notoc=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-4123751221130508910?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4123751221130508910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=4123751221130508910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/4123751221130508910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/4123751221130508910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-man-should-posses-to-be-worth.html' title='What A Man Should Posses to be Worth Fighting For....'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-6344445357343241384</id><published>2011-10-28T09:49:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:38:28.892+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiser, Kinder, Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qri51Kt3SAg/Tso3jBKvKMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/dqJnYexYnIk/s1600/8503859-red-love-beans-arranged-in-a-heart-shape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qri51Kt3SAg/Tso3jBKvKMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/dqJnYexYnIk/s320/8503859-red-love-beans-arranged-in-a-heart-shape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677411355002349762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few months had made me thinking of who am I going to be in the next phase of my life. During the last few months especially, many things happened. Things that somehow tested my personality and faith beyond the limits, things that made me thinking about God and His people in different ways. &lt;br /&gt;I used to be a person with a strong purpose/will, there're many things being decided by logic and experiences. And when things happened outside my expectation, I analysed things carefully and quickly thought of things that made this unsuccessful, correcting people and situation with my utmost ability. But I'm not perfectionist, so when there are things and condition that I can't avoid or fix, I usually draw back like a phlegmatic person will do. And at that time, although my heart hurt, I will wrap it carefully and make sure that I'll survive by myself by tolerating the pain, thus increasing my endurance to feel any pain. Even now, the funny thing about being tough is, whenever I feel the pain due to any wound/scars either by accident (fell of motorbike, bicycle or, just simply cut myself when handling knife); I felt it minutes later after I felt there's a warm liquid flow from the wound/cuts. And sometimes it doesn't hurt so bad, while people probably will wails due to the wound...Odd huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being hurt and dissapointed by people many times, I grew my independence of sometimes not too hope much on people. While I can do it myself, I'll do it, rather than asking people to do it for me. And examining people deeply made me became wiser on analyzing the situation and conflicts. Wisdom sometimes misunderstood by people as being too judging or slow to react. While for me, wisdom is based on thorough and careful thinking and lots of facts analyses and asking for God's guidance at most. Though I'm not perfect in making decisions sometimes, but when I rely on God's guidance, sometimes even the craziest thing to do will become the most wise thing I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some people criticize me about being 'too blatantly' speaking my ideas or critics, especially regarding my ideas on job matters. They ask me to be nicer/kinder in speaking to people. While I thought that these people must be never speak professionally in front of public who criticize their works before. I've learnt that sometimes it's better to ignore them since they don't know what I'm doing. &lt;br /&gt;Being nicer or kinder isn't always good, you tend to compromised for things that you should've change for better instead became a people-pleaser. I agree on being polite in sounding your ideas, but if the person or organization that always do the same mistakes again and again, I would say they need something to rebuke them from the wrongdoings. And not many people want to be everyone's enemy or the left wing party due to the truth, they prefer sit back and just enjoy the show while there are flaws and mistakes that actually can be prevented or eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surely hate to be left behind or to be considered as the 'rebel', but if that's for the better sake of the purpose I'm working for people I serve, I'd rather be a guerrilla rather than be a nice smiling religious lady who don't do anything when she saw the injustice lay in front of her. But I knew people make mistakes, they are not perfect, and sometimes it needs time for them too to gain bravery to rebuke things...So, all I can do is be kind and patient to them...like Jesus does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my journey to became wiser and kinder face another obstacles... it is love. Will I believe in love again after so many hurts? Will I began to believe that there's someone out there that still believe in love regarding the race, ethnicity, family background or social status or any thing that considered unimportant? Just unconditional love based on the same vision in life, the same passion that God had put in our hearts, and the willingness to sacrifice and accept others just the way we are without seeing the difference between us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now, ready to love...after became wiser and never lose hope, after series of waking up from the terrible sadness and dissapointments, after became braver to speak what is in my mind, and kind enough to understand people's flaws... It is love that I want to believe in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this quote of Rumi about love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” - Rumi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-6344445357343241384?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6344445357343241384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=6344445357343241384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/6344445357343241384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/6344445357343241384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2011/10/wiser-kinder-lover.html' title='Wiser, Kinder, Lover'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qri51Kt3SAg/Tso3jBKvKMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/dqJnYexYnIk/s72-c/8503859-red-love-beans-arranged-in-a-heart-shape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-1256544017458175954</id><published>2011-04-04T21:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:08:41.755+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tiring Journey that I'd like to Pause</title><content type='html'>These past few months really had made me feel tired about this life...&lt;div&gt;Being misunderstood as 'traveling staff' that always got lucky chance to travel here and there without knowing that I had to undergone some bad experiences working outside my usual JD. Not to mention prolonged stress that often occur due to limited number of off days when I attend those meetings or workshops and went to other projects to fix things up from zero to something that worth reported by mass media. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I finally had bad experiences regarding my current education status which is only 'Bachelor Degree" while helping on a doomed project in Borneo, they underestimated me! Haha! So Indonesian stereotype...Judging people by their education background only, not by their experiences... But somehow, I manage my feeling and work my best to help them...although they didn't pay attention to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As things goes by, I just felt worn out by my duties...No more happiness to work since I always being misunderstood, ignored, left alone to face giant problems and unappreciated. Feels like I just survive to get a-two-year-acknowledgement from this org, to pursue for higher dream...study again to be more capable and never being underestimate again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably it'll just months when I will enter a new life in another country, if God allows me to get the chance. But the reasons why I want to pause this tiring journey for a while are not those obstacles of being misunderstood, underestimate and objection...but because I need to stop by and think about my purpose in this world, the higher vision that I long in my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The vision that somehow so real and vivid, but sometimes too big to think about...too frightening to step on...thinking that I'll be alone doing that somehow...without a helper beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray to God to make it clearer each day, to make me strong to face these mere obstacles I face everyday, to prepare me to meet him - the suitable partner - or not to meet him at all if God allows me to be alone to travel this life journey. But sometimes the vision seems too overwhelming...too big to handle alone, too lonely to travel on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, I just need a pat in my shoulder, a nod of understanding or a letter /note of encouragement these days...or as simple as I'm-thinking-about-u SMS in my inbox. Things that impossible to me to get now... :-/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-1256544017458175954?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1256544017458175954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=1256544017458175954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1256544017458175954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1256544017458175954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2011/04/tiring-journey-that-id-like-to-pause.html' title='A Tiring Journey that I&apos;d like to Pause'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-9024685460045144814</id><published>2010-09-04T23:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:41:57.745+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight for your love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m going to fight for your love. There are some things in life that are worth fighting for to the end. You are worth it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quotes from&lt;a href="http://amzn.to/9tpDBB"&gt; “By the river Piedra I sat down and wept”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such a touching quote, yet I am confused now to whom I should say that...since I have nobody to love now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-9024685460045144814?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/9024685460045144814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=9024685460045144814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/9024685460045144814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/9024685460045144814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2010/09/fight-for-your-love.html' title='Fight for your love'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-8621957909273464411</id><published>2010-08-09T18:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:42:25.591+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='path of solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><title type='text'>How are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Well, I'm good, or I can say...mostly good..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I replied when I was asked by my friends. Smiling kindly and think that the world is just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But did they really asked about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truthfully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from their heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But if I was asked "How are you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For some reasons, I think if I answered, I will cry in the room, and totally surprised myself because I thought I was just fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those tears were about a lot of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(66, 66, 66); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm here...thousands miles away from the people that I love and who loved me back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm here, alone...with bunch of task and some IDR 500 millions to spend within a month and lots of unending tasks, meetings and conflicts to finish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here I am with no one to love and loved me back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I began to feel weary and tired of my job, my life and my circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, another door opened, only it's not the way I want it to be. Previously, a window to another continent opened, and I believed that God will open the door too...But He's not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honestly, I feel guilty when I get to a place where I better understand God's plan or what He's calling me to do and it hasn't fully come into being yet.&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, Geneva, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(66, 66, 66); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.dayspring.com/2009/03/i-cried-on-the-way-to-panera-caf%C3%A9-this-morning.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(49, 125, 173); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a lot of waiting over the last five years&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And what God has gently revealed to me is this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;if my heart is open and I'm saying "yes" to what He asks me to do each day then I am here where I supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;It may not make sense. It may seem small. It may sounds silly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;But sometimes God just has made me stay. -- I got these thoughts after reading a Christian devotional blog--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I've done my part God, I had travel this far and now there're two ways that lay in front of me...And I asked God to choose it for me, not myself....as I had promised myself not to have no desire to fulfill my ego for life. I promised myself to be tough, no matter how rough the road I'm travelling now...and if He takes me to the path of solitude, I'm ready though no one travel with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;And I say&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"God, I am here and waiting. Turn the pages as you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And with all I am, all I have, I will go with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-8621957909273464411?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8621957909273464411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=8621957909273464411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/8621957909273464411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/8621957909273464411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-are-you.html' title='How are you?'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-5642324911742323043</id><published>2010-08-03T19:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:20:37.915+07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more year huh?</title><content type='html'>Gees, it's August now, and one more year ('few' more months to be exact) to stay here...and make difference....&lt;div&gt;I wish time can go faster, and probably I can see which path should I take next year...whether next year my dream to study will finally come true, or should I take another path?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm wondering in times like these, when I had lost a chance to travel abroad and pursue my dreams....do I dare to dream and hope again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admitted that I had no other dream than to get that scholarship, after all, I'm pretty sure at that time I'm one of the best candidate to get it. I've been admitted to the best univ in Europe for food and nutrition subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I prayed to God that He might not answered my other wishes like having a really good career and high salaries, or finally found my soulmate....I'd risk all the things that I had in my life and just ask that request : to get Master degree scholarship in one of the best university in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But He answered "NO", not this year probably.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here I am, with another year to spend in Alor, I've sign my extension for another year. But, I had another offer, a big one, that my friend offered for me months ago. That means going to another island, another provinces and bigger salary with tougher issues to work with the government. They still wait for my answer though....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I'm confused, I'm in the intersection where I am standing and staring blankly at the roads ahead. Should I stay for another year that probably will broaden my chance to get the scholarship that requires me to stay loyal for two years in an institution?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or should I move and get other adventures in Borneo and the job that finally pay for my mom's health expense and my apartment installments? While prob, this will limiting my chance to get &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that scholarship since this is from a profit consultant company...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And is it God's answer to my ignorance to find my true love by meeting him, the one that I never think to love or even admire in the least place that I'll seek my candidate, days after I was announced to be not eligible for this year scholarship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, we're stay apart for months with very limited chance to meet. No FB, no YM, no Tweets, nothing whatsoever that can make me connected to him again. And prob, I'll just erase him after months just like I erase other men that have no further connection to me from my mind. But, again, I don't know what the future held for me and him.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-5642324911742323043?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5642324911742323043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=5642324911742323043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/5642324911742323043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/5642324911742323043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-more-year-huh.html' title='One more year huh?'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-4865767618548124726</id><published>2010-02-13T19:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:20:52.383+07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm back to where I start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/S3aiCC3yPLI/AAAAAAAAATE/5VzsH1INCHk/s1600-h/eos500+654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/S3aiCC3yPLI/AAAAAAAAATE/5VzsH1INCHk/s320/eos500+654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437711756110740658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These past few weeks really made me thinking about my life again... What is my purpose and goals of this year...what I'm gonna do for the rest of the year...and about my feelings that has been turned upside down by some people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life has been shifting quite fast for me, traveling from an island to others, working on many huge subjects like baseline and reviewing project plannings and indicators, meeting so many new people and new offer for my career made me haven't got time to rethinking them all over...&lt;br /&gt;But what matters the most is that I can't help myself to feel sorry that I lost so many relationship with my friends nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;When I called them, either they had families (hubby and children) to taking care of, or they are too busy with their life that are so much different from the life I'm living on, so that they don't understand the subjects I'm talking about...Sadly but true, I had 'lost' so many real connection these past few years due to my nomad and isolated work places...&lt;br /&gt;And coming back to city life during these past few weeks isn't so easy. Yes, life in cities made you think you can get it all. Far more comfortable than living in villages and islands...Plus, u can meet many people or 'potential' ones - like my parents always say when they talk about finding a spouse for me. Haha, like I never look for that one all of these times...?&lt;br /&gt;But, what made me uneasy to enjoy life in cities as well as in remote areas where I often work is....the absence of people I knew. Even amidst of the crowd that I met in cities, restaurants or malls... I felt lonely...they all seem having friends or spouse to shared a table, shared a meal or shared the fun...but not me...I'm alone....&lt;br /&gt;Whether I'm eating at popular Vietnamnese restaurant, or crowded Thai restaurant or romantic Italian restaurant, I feel the same, lonely..... when nobody I knew around... The feeling is worse when I'm in the crowd, shopping or even pampering myself at spa or salon weren't help me to ease the pain of being alone...&lt;br /&gt;Now, I knew the feeling of lonely people that probably decide to end their life because of the loneliness.... and it made me shiver....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me days to get up from the lonely and miserable feeling to what I am before...despite the people that I cared for had their new life with their spouses. And the person that I began to hope for had decided to get lost from my life without any further reason why he did that...&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the sadness and obstacles my family is now facing, I'm trying to stand firm on my feet again.&lt;br /&gt;I had lost my grasps on everything I cared for, trying to let them go...and continuing my life. I began to set the goals for this year, began to preparing the job that I was longing for although probably I had to leave so many dear things and friends behind, or even planning to get a scholarship and made my dreams of going abroad by myself coming true this year....&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so many things to dream on and start working rather than feeling sorry for myself and continue to questioning myself "Did I do something wrong to him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thanked God that HE had given me a chance to met u, but I knew that probably we're not meant to be together.... I just hope that we both will find those special persons somehow... and until that time arrive I'm only becoming myself, the one that God created so special and back to where I start....His heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-4865767618548124726?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4865767618548124726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=4865767618548124726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/4865767618548124726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/4865767618548124726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-im-back-to-where-i-start.html' title='And I&apos;m back to where I start'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/S3aiCC3yPLI/AAAAAAAAATE/5VzsH1INCHk/s72-c/eos500+654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-4028241710504556649</id><published>2010-01-11T17:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:49:43.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of this game</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm tired....I'm tired of the game of love....&lt;br /&gt;What's inside men head for became the pursuer then suddenly without any notice, they think that nothing happened between us lately. Ha! How about long hours of talkin on the phone, chatting on the web and getting along so much that gals began to think that there are so many things they have in common and wondering are this one is the right one? (or perhaps the slightly closer to Mr.Perfect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, if something made you lose ur feeling to someone is normal, but not because this gal said one that that discouraged you or joking to harsh, or saying the truth about herself that is not suitable to your criteria (for Godsake!), then you don't have rights to dump her just like that, without even noticing her or said why did u do that to her. For me, it's better to say it clearly to that gal what made you discouraged or lose ur feeling towards her, rather than slowly dump her and treat her as nothing happened between u both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick, I'm tired of this drama, why don't people be true to themselves and to others. Just said it, nothin to hide though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple note based on me and my friends exp :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-4028241710504556649?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4028241710504556649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=4028241710504556649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/4028241710504556649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/4028241710504556649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2010/01/tired-of-this-game.html' title='Tired of this game'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-4882286280592058366</id><published>2010-01-09T19:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:49:29.210+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiftings</title><content type='html'>There so many things happened during the last days of 2009, and the beginning of 2010...Broken relationship with my friend that used to be good, but because of minor misunderstanding she now hates me and never want to see me again...And what I hope for God to show me HIS will and plans for the coming new year, seemed so dull...&lt;br /&gt;A new year with days of uncertainty and challenges open it's pages wide in front of me....&lt;br /&gt;The sadness and regrets because I didn't visit Yosua (a sponsored child from ADP Alor) during his treatment at the hospital on Christmas and New Year, made me regreted it since he passed away on Tuesday, a day after I arrived in Alor again....&lt;br /&gt;The disappointment continued when I heard from a friend in NO, that I'm not the chosen one to be the coordinator of a special project in Jakarta. I lost the position for a person that are more experienced. I must admitted that I am disappointed, since I hope so much to be near to my mom. She's as usual won't tell me about her sickness again, though I had forced her to check her health to the hospital...I'm afraid when I heard her saying on Christmas eve, "I want to go with you to Jerusalem next Christmas, so don't go anywhere far from me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I need strength to understand these....and I'm confused what should I do next...&lt;br /&gt;Please lead me through these hard times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-4882286280592058366?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4882286280592058366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=4882286280592058366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/4882286280592058366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/4882286280592058366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2010/01/shiftings.html' title='Shiftings'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-1746809821418577282</id><published>2009-12-31T13:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:52:27.878+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Passed</title><content type='html'>LOL, I just realize that this is the last day in 2009, shoot! Hehehe, a year passed so quickly, I even hardly can recall my memories this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just want to say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-1746809821418577282?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1746809821418577282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=1746809821418577282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1746809821418577282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1746809821418577282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-passed.html' title='A Year Passed'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-5419552978612538104</id><published>2009-11-01T15:29:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:48:29.892+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/Su1ZIXNC6UI/AAAAAAAAASw/XmPLHaeqvNE/s1600-h/05_proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/Su1ZIXNC6UI/AAAAAAAAASw/XmPLHaeqvNE/s320/05_proposal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399069528489650498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question had been nagging my mind lately, a simple one that I had answered years ago. Only then, I have always regret it and wondering, "How if I answered differently?"&lt;br /&gt;It came again, "What if you do if you find that right person now? Will you let go of all your dream?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, I answered "No, I won't" and have to saw him walk away from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, with all those wedding invitations came to me, and the questions of marriage (that sounds like advices and even orders from my fam and relatives), and the worse part of having to see cute babies and infants cared by their mothers --damn, I can't avoid them since they're the target of my job here, mother and child health-- yes, I begin to wonder again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I can't help myself worrying about how if they both came at the same time? The love of my life and the chance to fulfill my dream/my destiny? Would I let go one of them, and regret it just the way I did? If I said yes few years ago, then maybe it wouldn't be the same...&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's just happened to be like any other day, I just busy with my job and routines, didn't realize that time goes by...and then I saw a pic that remind me of that question. And the alternative choice to just flow like a river and forget the dreams of finding a true person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case, I said no for the second time to a man that probably the one-- that I don't know when I'll meet-- will I regret it again? And will I survive to continue my life and living my job in humanitarian issues until I grew old and felt content of who I am?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-5419552978612538104?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5419552978612538104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=5419552978612538104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/5419552978612538104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/5419552978612538104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2009/11/will-you.html' title='Will you?'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/Su1ZIXNC6UI/AAAAAAAAASw/XmPLHaeqvNE/s72-c/05_proposal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-3143136124563313155</id><published>2009-09-29T21:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:31:54.328+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a bad news or a gift?</title><content type='html'>Today, when I assist the trainers and trainee of lactation counselors field practices... I found a shocking news concluded by one of the trainers. They suspect that one of my staff daughter is considered to have a down syndrome, this was concluded after they saw the process when the mother try to breastfeed the baby.&lt;br /&gt;I had been suspicious about this also, when I saw the baby about a month ago, when she just few days old, because she's seem different from her sister and parents, moreover the baby is apathy towards the impulses created by her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I wish I could detect it earlier, but at that time I'm unsure and busy with many things so that I didn't really put it into my mind that it will lead to this serious birth defect.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I knew the father of the child, he's one of the most responsible and cooperative staff that I ever work with, and I knew this family is a godly family that believe and practices the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;The child father is now traveling for training sent by our office, and I'm not sure whether I can manage to say the precautions and the suspicion that we as trainers see in his baby. God, I wish I'm not the one that have to say the bad news....&lt;br /&gt;But darn! I'm his supervisor though...and I'm the only health person that know better of this problem rather than the rest of people in my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, is this a bad news? Or it's a gift that you sent to this family? I wish it turns out to be the best for Your will to be done....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-3143136124563313155?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3143136124563313155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=3143136124563313155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/3143136124563313155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/3143136124563313155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-bad-news-or-gift.html' title='Is it a bad news or a gift?'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-3455362178489065054</id><published>2009-09-10T19:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:01:52.843+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><title type='text'>The Agony</title><content type='html'>I don't want to...&lt;br /&gt;Sleep and wake up realizing those just dreams..&lt;br /&gt;Travel and go around....finding that you're nowhere to be found...&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and wishing to discover that you're finally can't fulfill them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I keep....&lt;br /&gt;Sleep and dreaming about you....wake up and wishing you're here to greet me every morning...&lt;br /&gt;Travel and go around...wishing that somehow your spirit be with me everywhere I go...&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and wishing you finally stay with me and fulfilling all my heart desires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, oh I can only wish...this time I'll find the way...&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm staying in the wilderness...in the desert...with no one speaking to me&lt;br /&gt;I wish...I can find my way back to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-3455362178489065054?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3455362178489065054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=3455362178489065054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/3455362178489065054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/3455362178489065054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/agony.html' title='The Agony'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-4701118771725725035</id><published>2009-08-14T20:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:10:48.038+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staring at the night sky in August...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SoV7A5OdEKI/AAAAAAAAASE/WHFpdBeI-B8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369833386000847010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SoV7A5OdEKI/AAAAAAAAASE/WHFpdBeI-B8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the middle of the night these few days, not thinking of anything for certain reason...but there are something in my heart that pounding it. I said to myself, do not waste your time thinking of the past and the things that seems impossible. You're a strong woman, you can make it without him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lied again, it seems like that I care not to love again. Care not to look for someone that I can cared for...but I can't --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gone now, and all I can do, is just wishing that it is you....the one that my soul looking for...it is truly you, that my heart longing for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I felt the sudden emptyness when you're gone this time, just like when you leave me sometime ago...the pain when I can't see you around, just when I began to know you more...&lt;br /&gt;But probably it's too late, just like every other stories in the past, when I found that I was a fool to let my love to go away, or too naive to trust in the love that's empty, or every now and then when I love the wrong person...&lt;br /&gt;But, today, I felt that somehow that might be you....I hope that our previous meeting is a time when history began to wave it's endless threads of destiny between you and me... The threads that I wish can make a beautiful pattern in the rainbow in the sky that we stay under together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said a little prayer, thinking of you that probably in the other side of the world or probably stay near to me now. Pray that God will lead me to the end of the rainbow where you wait there and wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Again, I'm sitting here, all alone again, without you that never seems so close to me...&lt;br /&gt;I look at the stars, I spread my arms to the open sea and sky...and fly again, just like the lonely Cygnus in the midst of billions of stars"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-4701118771725725035?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4701118771725725035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=4701118771725725035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/4701118771725725035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/4701118771725725035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/staring-at-night-sky-in-august.html' title='Staring at the night sky in August...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SoV7A5OdEKI/AAAAAAAAASE/WHFpdBeI-B8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-7588826922761347221</id><published>2009-07-29T20:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:05:27.397+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost forget...</title><content type='html'>These few days, though my workload seem burdens me so much, I got surprising re-connections with some old friends and well, some ex-lovers... hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;They somehow contact me, mostly using SMS or chats, and some even called me directly to my cell. And I suddenly realized...that whenever I work in remote areas, I often find myself to have limited connection with my old friends. I spent most of my time to work and get limited social life here, no meeting people outside my work circumstances and of course no romance life whatsoever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I miss those moments of hanging out with my friends an buddies, and I miss the thrilling moments to love and to be loved back...the happiness when a person says to me, "I miss u and I love you the way you are..."&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to find that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wandering and wondering though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-7588826922761347221?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7588826922761347221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=7588826922761347221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/7588826922761347221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/7588826922761347221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-almost-forget.html' title='I almost forget...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-3779546632101525459</id><published>2009-06-21T20:47:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:05:56.731+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Savior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meadow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>"Should we run...?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/Sj5KsF9KlWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uGn_t4h7ilY/s1600-h/InTheMeadow-713541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/Sj5KsF9KlWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uGn_t4h7ilY/s320/InTheMeadow-713541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349795528736150882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should we run...?"&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the soft south wind blow it to my ear&lt;br /&gt;And I stand still, in the mist of the sea of grass and dandelions, wandering...&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, someone had asked me this before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I gaze upon the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;The sun embraced me with warm sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Again, I feel that feeling....that you are here...only, I'm not sure that you ever exist...&lt;br /&gt;Half of me lost...between memories and the visions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, harder than I ever imagine&lt;br /&gt;To keep you in my mind, while the facts seem just like illusions&lt;br /&gt;While the longings still linger in my heart&lt;br /&gt;To be with you and know you more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I started to run...freely...with no direction&lt;br /&gt;Just following where the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that it leads me to you&lt;br /&gt;I run and run again....became lighter in every steps&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, I feel you near me...&lt;br /&gt;Your hands holding mine and we run together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stop because I'm catching my breath,&lt;br /&gt;I feel your arms around me and holding me tight from behind&lt;br /&gt;Whispering, "Now, we've run together, I'll never let you run alone again..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-3779546632101525459?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3779546632101525459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=3779546632101525459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/3779546632101525459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/3779546632101525459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/should-we-run.html' title='&quot;Should we run...?&quot;'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/Sj5KsF9KlWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uGn_t4h7ilY/s72-c/InTheMeadow-713541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-6819760824134183449</id><published>2009-06-18T19:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:31:01.570+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cali deli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr.pho 2000'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vietnamese food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bánh mì'/><title type='text'>A Vietnamese Culinary Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2 weeks ago, my friends and me decided to have some culinary experiences by trying some Vietnamese restaurant. The first try is Cali Deli, in Jalan Surabaya, Menteng, Jakarta. We rode our bicycles to the restaurant and park our them near the trees in the parking lot. At the first sight, the restaurant seemed so green and cozy, with beautiful lights from the bulbs lightened the park lot and the place every where. Moreover the greeneries from the plants and some air vapor created some mist that surprisingly refreshing. It feels like we’re not in the sideway of a busy road at all. Like we dine in a natural view restaurant that u can only found in Bogor or outside Jakarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My choices for that dinner were Turkey Sandwich (in Vietnam, they called these kind of sandwiches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bánh mì&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and Vietnamese Ice Coffee, and my friend tried Lemongrass Chicken Sandwich and some juice. The food finally appeared and they seem so tasty, so I grab my sandwiches that had been cut into 3 nice part and munch it. Hmm…it’s so delicious! I like the crunchy bread, the unique yet tasty turkey and the vegetables (carrot, lettuce and some cucumber plus onion) that cut into small matchstick size, and also the smoked turkey meat that sliced into thin layers. We ate the sandwiches, my friend tried mine and vice versa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/Sjoyu64zlhI/AAAAAAAAARU/9yldj5CUuoM/s1600-h/180px-B%C3%A1nh_m%C3%AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/Sjoyu64zlhI/AAAAAAAAARU/9yldj5CUuoM/s320/180px-B%C3%A1nh_m%C3%AC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348643289118774802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(unfortunately, I didn't bring my camera at that time, but this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bánh mì &lt;/b&gt;picture very alike with the ones we had)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The lemongrass chicken sandwiches are also delicious. I like the unique flavor of the marinated chicken. About the ice coffee, I like it, since it’s not too sweet as the usual coffee mix, but kinda had a strong flavor but yet enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;On Sunday, after the evening service, my friends and me went to a Mr.Pho 2000. It’s a Vietnamese restaurant located in Senayan City mall 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Floor. My friends ordered the Vietnamese spicy noodles that looks like Japanese ramen, and me, as usual, ordered the chicken sandwich. In hope that I get the same delicious experience like the one I had with Cali Deli’s Vietnamese sandwiches. For drink, I tried Salted Buzz, interested to taste this sounds unique drink.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The drink came in first. First, it taste very much like Sprite, they just add 2 piece of sliced lime and some yellowish fruits in the bottom that I thought must be apricot or mango. But I was wrong, the yellowish fruit had a salty taste like the ‘asinan’ (sautéed fruit) called ‘amoy’. I often get amoy (the name of the Chinese sautéed fruit) when I was in my childhood, and this yellowish fruit very much like amoy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Then the food came….My sandwiches are not as delicious as the ones I had in Cali Deli. The stir-fried chicken as the stuffing is ok, but the French loaf/bread that they use aren’t crunchy and taste like ordinary bread. They provided a cup of oil with vinegar, but it doesn’t really add to the taste. I’m pretty much disappointed with the taste actually, because compared to the price, it don't satisfying at all. But well, it’s a culinary experience though. You never know what u’ll get.. ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-6819760824134183449?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6819760824134183449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=6819760824134183449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/6819760824134183449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/6819760824134183449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/vietnamese-culinary-experience.html' title='A Vietnamese Culinary Experience'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/Sjoyu64zlhI/AAAAAAAAARU/9yldj5CUuoM/s72-c/180px-B%C3%A1nh_m%C3%AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-5729969850017436581</id><published>2009-04-19T00:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:42:11.275+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm afraid</title><content type='html'>Finally, after so many doubts I had chosen in the past, I decided to take that offer...&lt;br /&gt;Much more, this decision will lead me to the most uneasy and difficult places that most big NGOs had think it's impossible to work there. So far from my dream to work in Sumba, the place that is so much nearer to Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm afraid....&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I had taken the wrong decision based on desperation...&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to go to that place and leave everything behind me...&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I can't be myself there... and things only lead me to other dissapointments...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid to be the leader there, to be the one that responsible for all the things done by my staff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad....&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad because this mean I had to leave the urban life...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad because this mean another year (or probably years) spent in the wilderness, with noone will take care of my spiritual growth...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad because deep in my heart, I hope I can life ordinary girl's dreams...&lt;br /&gt;To find a true love and build a family... so easy that my friends had doing it for years now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I wish I can erase these negative thoughts and saya : "Be it unto me according to Your words. According to your promises, I can stand secure...."&lt;br /&gt;If anyone read this, can u leave me a message, an encouragement perhaps? I really appreciate it if u did...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-5729969850017436581?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5729969850017436581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=5729969850017436581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/5729969850017436581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/5729969850017436581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-afraid.html' title='I&apos;m afraid'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-1888332645545693898</id><published>2009-03-13T19:27:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:10:12.095+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sifting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Shifting Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SbpURK9_eBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LgyhF-8jhwk/s1600-h/1027-13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SbpURK9_eBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LgyhF-8jhwk/s320/1027-13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312651364415797266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A week passed and some interesting things happened, but none were special though. The same feelings that make me wondering why my life moves so slowly these few months while others seem like shifting so fast like lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that clarification letter from that UN Agency came again by post, that reminds me of the failed plans to go back to Aceh again. I felt like I'm shifting between times without knowing what to do and how I should feel. Just living my life that seems endless, hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the week, I got a 'different' offer from a distinguished institution here in Jakarta that call me for an interview for the position that I never think of it before. Sounds weird to my humanitarian background, but again, rather than just sitting here and see others' life changing fastly, all I can do is see where this will lead me and follow it.  After three years and life just bring me to where I start before....education. Sounds weird right? I'm shifting back to where I used to be...only this time, I don't really know is this the pace that I always wanted....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-1888332645545693898?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1888332645545693898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=1888332645545693898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1888332645545693898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1888332645545693898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/shifting-life.html' title='Shifting Life?'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SbpURK9_eBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LgyhF-8jhwk/s72-c/1027-13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-74656083836761358</id><published>2009-03-05T21:56:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:36:36.208+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Another Star Faded Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SbANk3JlUXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1Gzu4zxDr30/s1600-h/Sahara_desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SbANk3JlUXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1Gzu4zxDr30/s320/Sahara_desert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309758887600410994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And another star faded away from my life...&lt;br /&gt;The hope that I cling to for days and months is now gone,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here, again in the desert... alone...wondering...&lt;br /&gt;Will another bright star shine upon this desert?&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/12962818-74656083836761358?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/74656083836761358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=74656083836761358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/74656083836761358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/74656083836761358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-star-faded-away.html' title='Another Star Faded Away...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SbANk3JlUXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1Gzu4zxDr30/s72-c/Sahara_desert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-6757748977397790438</id><published>2009-02-24T17:52:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:43:49.986+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divine Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turmoil'/><title type='text'>Love's Divine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SaQFHYQ_HRI/AAAAAAAAANM/4UylRFvg9JY/s1600-h/love+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SaQFHYQ_HRI/AAAAAAAAANM/4UylRFvg9JY/s320/love+collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306371885280206098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days had made me wondering. Yes, I'm again in the blues of my mood, somehow because this irritating cough, and probably for other reasons...include the memories from the past and the hopes for tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I'm in the brink of believing and not believing. Sometimes I want to believe things are going smoothly as they should be, but other times I can't help myself to doubt whether there is an end of these series of (un)fortunate events. I want to start a new life (and love), but sometimes when things are not going smoothly to what I expected (mind me, I'm a planner person), I became numb...and lose my hope. Even, I don't want to hope too much in fear of getting hurt again with too much expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard recently for some others, and I knew the classic phrase : Everyone has their own battle, do not envy others. But believe me, when u're in my complex situation, all I can do is .....sadly...nothing. When I began to lose my hope for everything, this song reminds me of what I truly need : love.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, divine love from above that can made me remember who I am truly. Though this is not a Christian song, but somehow this song make me remembering Him, the only one that can give this divine love to help me find the real me inspite of all the turmoils...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He is God, Lord Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love's Divine - sung by Seal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rainstorm came, over me&lt;br /&gt;And I felt my spirit break&lt;br /&gt;I had lost all of my, belief you see&lt;br /&gt;And realize my mistake&lt;br /&gt;But time through a prayer, to me&lt;br /&gt;And all around me, it came still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need love, loves divine&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me now I see that I've been blind&lt;br /&gt;Give me love, loves is what I need to help me know my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the rainstorm came, sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;And I felt my spirit fly&lt;br /&gt;I had felt, all of my, reality&lt;br /&gt;I realize what it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need love, love's divine&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me now I see that I've been blind&lt;br /&gt;Give me love, loves is what I need to help me know my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I, don't bet (don't bet), don't bet (don't bet)&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live a promise me you won't forsake&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love can help me know my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I try to say there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;But inside felt that all in all&lt;br /&gt;But the message here was plain to see&lt;br /&gt;Believe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need love, love's divine&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me now I see that I've been blind&lt;br /&gt;Give me love, loves is what I need to help me know my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I, don't bet (don't bet), don't bet (don't bet)&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live a promise me you won't forsake&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love can help me know my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can help me know my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-6757748977397790438?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6757748977397790438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=6757748977397790438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/6757748977397790438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/6757748977397790438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/loves-divine.html' title='Love&apos;s Divine'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SaQFHYQ_HRI/AAAAAAAAANM/4UylRFvg9JY/s72-c/love+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-1755355647340787988</id><published>2008-12-23T00:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:05:23.231+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despair'/><title type='text'>A Mere Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SU_H-TFKXZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZAmnbsTLZhg/s1600-h/water+lily+happy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SU_H-TFKXZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZAmnbsTLZhg/s400/water+lily+happy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282660761016622482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost end of the year, and how I realized that my writings had been so limited this year than the previous year. Maybe the hectic days made me so busy to pour out my thoughts and passions into writings...well, I can only regret it...&lt;br /&gt;Oh how time flew so fast, and days spent in vain...tears, laughters, smiles, frowns, wrinkles, grins and sour faces. All had put their marks upon my face this year. And how I realized that I had changed so much (and yet so little) in some parts of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, during the boring days of my holidays in home, I finally watched some movies that I had got from my friends (mostly the downloaded movies), one of them is "The Pursuit of Happiness" staring Will Smith.&lt;br /&gt;It was a simple film, and old film though, simple messages, some drama, etc. But one thing that keeps nagging my mind is the question : "Should I try hard to pursue my happiness also?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words came into my mind as I reflect on the meaning of happiness and our efforts to pursue it:&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes our efforts to pursue happiness make us end in despair when trying to fix things up and solitude when we realized no one stands beside us.... And our minds play tricks that we had rights to be happy and sometimes that cause us to sacrifice others...People that had nothing to do with us and people that we chosen to be sacrificed just to fulfill our deepest longings for happiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some common thoughts and excuses in our world such as:&lt;br /&gt;I had to fired my staff to 'save' my company and thus make me can treat my family for their vacation to Bahamas next year, I felt sorry but people can't satisfy everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be with him, because I love him and he's not happy with his wife anymore. I know this is wrong, but I only pursue our happiness. His wife can give him happiness by letting him go and let him together with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be tough and show no mercy to people to state I'm capable of leading this workgroup and shows my excellence in leading people and gaining profits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to had every situations and conditions, getting beaten, got harrassed, assaults, anything...from men....as long as they 'love' me and 'treat' me well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to letting go of who I am, the real me, just to get people's attention. To get love and admiration from others, and the people that I love. I'm ready to sacrifice my thoughts, my beliefs, my everything just to had people's acceptance. To be like them, not to be someone different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just common thoughts that many people use to justify their acts and ignorance, again, in pursuit of happiness...sometimes just to satisfy our deepest longings for love, admiration, acceptance and acknowledgement from others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I ask myself so many times before I take a step towards my happiness, "Will I let myself to become the 'evil' person that will sacrifice others in order to pursue my own happiness?"&lt;br /&gt;and "Can I live forever remembering that I'm guilty for that?"&lt;br /&gt;The answer that can only be answered by my deepest part of my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-1755355647340787988?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1755355647340787988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=1755355647340787988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1755355647340787988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1755355647340787988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/mere-reflection.html' title='A Mere Reflection'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SU_H-TFKXZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZAmnbsTLZhg/s72-c/water+lily+happy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-4425487866718225995</id><published>2008-10-15T23:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:09:52.995+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ambiguence of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SPYjjk89skI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dD05Gkv8AMg/s1600-h/17040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SPYjjk89skI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dD05Gkv8AMg/s320/17040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257428709123404354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.3  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="id-ID"&gt;When I look strong, people judge me too independent and  harsh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="id-ID"&gt;When I look meek, people tends to hurt me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="id-ID"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="id-ID"&gt;When I untrust love, it appears to be so true&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="id-ID"&gt;When I trust in love it betrays me  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="id-ID"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="id-ID"&gt;Mediocracy...should I trapped in between?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-4425487866718225995?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4425487866718225995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=4425487866718225995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/4425487866718225995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/4425487866718225995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2008/10/ambiguence-of-me.html' title='The ambiguence of me'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SPYjjk89skI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dD05Gkv8AMg/s72-c/17040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-3368636922818498925</id><published>2008-08-10T22:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:50:24.141+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quarter century away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SJ8OKg5GKnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kdn1_i7SojE/s1600-h/embrace+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SJ8OKg5GKnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kdn1_i7SojE/s200/embrace+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232916865818700402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quarter century seems so short yet seems so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand days gone and seems too fast and here I am...in the brink of nowhere of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days are full of struggle...my nights are never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for someone to embrace me and keep me from falling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 25 years, full of laugh, joy, tears and grief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what lies in front of me just a glimpse of sparkling white line that tells me, "You are in the right path."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes the shade of dark clouds make me shiver,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt trapped in a tempest without a firm shield over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cracked knee, a hurted heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I had this day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dull days and long nights, I'm wondering where you will take me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I trust the silver lining from You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Me, in my celebrating a quarter century of my presence on earth.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-3368636922818498925?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3368636922818498925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=3368636922818498925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/3368636922818498925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/3368636922818498925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2008/08/quarter-century-away.html' title='A quarter century away...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/SJ8OKg5GKnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kdn1_i7SojE/s72-c/embrace+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-1404181543466326304</id><published>2007-12-30T19:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T19:32:31.985+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas everybody!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/R3ePQN7vUGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5YTqTvGVwcs/s1600-h/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/R3ePQN7vUGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5YTqTvGVwcs/s320/nativity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149742207702356066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just wishing you all who read this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hopefully the peace, joy, hope and blessings that JESUS brings always be with you forever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and enjoy the new year eve too........&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/12962818-1404181543466326304?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1404181543466326304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=1404181543466326304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1404181543466326304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1404181543466326304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-everybody.html' title='Merry Christmas everybody!'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/R3ePQN7vUGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5YTqTvGVwcs/s72-c/nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-5790901095812048570</id><published>2007-09-01T19:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:18:40.040+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/Rtlj4tPTdFI/AAAAAAAAADw/9cyeaU36lW8/s1600-h/fired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/Rtlj4tPTdFI/AAAAAAAAADw/9cyeaU36lW8/s320/fired.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105221478468777042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week is an uneasy week for me to work. Coz I had to fired 2 of my staff that proven to be guilty and done gross major faults while doing their tasks. And I had to done it before we left fo the field and I had to go with them for this last week.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, when it came to the last day one of them said that he'll visit his sick mother that had undergone tumor surgery in his hometown. It made me kinda felt guilty for firing him coz probably he's in a need of much money to cover the surgery expenses.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do anything since the decision was also taken by my boss and the head of base.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I fired people, though they are guilty, but I still feel uneasy.... Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-5790901095812048570?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5790901095812048570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=5790901095812048570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/5790901095812048570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/5790901095812048570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2007/09/fired.html' title='Fired!'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/Rtlj4tPTdFI/AAAAAAAAADw/9cyeaU36lW8/s72-c/fired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-1629244386320672757</id><published>2007-06-27T11:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:16:20.062+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To hope for one glimpse of light...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's been two years since I graduated from university, and seems that my life had changed a lot. I suddenly noticed this from the news that I got from my friends.Some already married, some are busy to prepare their weddings, some still dating their beloved.Anyway, not just this issue of singleness that came into my mind recently, but the state of being alonein 'the jungle'.It has been 3 weeks since I left Jakarta and open the new project here, since this is a Watsan projectso, there is only me a woman here. And it's kinda hectic to work with these guys. So many difficultsituations regarding me as the one and only female being here made me kinda stressed a bit.No body to talk to, no social life that seems will be a prospering one that somehow, I hope,will lead me to a new love life.It's been two years indeed, but seems my love life going nowhere while my friends seem prosperous #in this part of life. After the experience that I got from the last relationship ended with unansweredquestions and hanging hopes, I began wondering could I start again and found the right guy? Even inthis 'jungle' of solitude?Yes, my life is still long and I'm still young, but at least I hope that somehow a glimpseof light will fall on my dim love life....Giving me hope that there are somehow a love that worthstriving for...&lt;br /&gt;Will time answer me? Or is it You, God that will ease my worries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-1629244386320672757?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1629244386320672757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=1629244386320672757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1629244386320672757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1629244386320672757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-hope-for-one-glimpse-of-light.html' title='To hope for one glimpse of light...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-1356339337752569575</id><published>2007-04-11T10:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:21:44.740+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/RhxdJoMxboI/AAAAAAAAACQ/moMQEElaw3s/s1600-h/whatever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/RhxdJoMxboI/AAAAAAAAACQ/moMQEElaw3s/s320/whatever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052015301994049154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During these holidays that I took to spend my annual leave, I tried hard to enjoy myself more than I used to be. But spending time while thinking that there are so much troubles in the future when I'll be back at my work made me a little bit stressed. The uncertainty about the continuation of my contract, the present but hidden negative judgments about me in the workplace that were spread by hidden 'enemies', and most of all the uncertainty about how my future should be.... are the things that made me confused. Moreover there is no assurance from the people that once offered me chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I decided to let them off. To enjoy my time while I am in here. To do things that I can't do before. And say to myself whenever those problems came to my mind :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER!!!!&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/12962818-1356339337752569575?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1356339337752569575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=1356339337752569575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1356339337752569575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/1356339337752569575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2007/04/whatever.html' title='Whatever!'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/RhxdJoMxboI/AAAAAAAAACQ/moMQEElaw3s/s72-c/whatever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-7402931390900923972</id><published>2007-03-18T13:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:51:43.922+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/RfzhTY0k15I/AAAAAAAAABw/mHmfcipnQuA/s1600-h/littlefae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043153405944846226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/RfzhTY0k15I/AAAAAAAAABw/mHmfcipnQuA/s320/littlefae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days I felt like crying all the time...The pressure, the betrayal, the gossip about me are taking their toll towards the end of the project. I don't know what else to do. I don't know who else I have to share these burdens.Its a hard thing to keep smiling though those two-faced clowns say bad things about me to my boss. The worse thing is my boss didn't truly believe I am working well. I just don't know whether I can manage until April. I doubt they will want to work with me next phase despite the bad news and rumors those clowns had spread.God please give me strength to do what is right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-7402931390900923972?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7402931390900923972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=7402931390900923972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/7402931390900923972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/7402931390900923972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2007/03/crying.html' title='Crying...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/RfzhTY0k15I/AAAAAAAAABw/mHmfcipnQuA/s72-c/littlefae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-2544888608253979722</id><published>2006-12-28T21:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T21:51:06.984+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas everybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/RZPZgnYBEpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oyk_SAD3FmY/s1600-h/Christmas+12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/RZPZgnYBEpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oyk_SAD3FmY/s320/Christmas+12.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013589964542251666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;R &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;R &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Y     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;C &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;H &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;R &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; T &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to all my friends, readers, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May GOD bless us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/12962818-2544888608253979722?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2544888608253979722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=2544888608253979722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/2544888608253979722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/2544888608253979722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-everybody.html' title='Merry Christmas everybody'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SXEp5XoFRqY/RZPZgnYBEpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oyk_SAD3FmY/s72-c/Christmas+12.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-116254541018566739</id><published>2006-11-03T16:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:51.308+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/Sewing_a_Broken_Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/Sewing_a_Broken_Heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I felt like I'm losing myself...&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself because I had knew the answer from that person...&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad because I finally can be brave to be honest to my own feeling, but I can't help myself from wanting that this is not true, and things didn't happen the way they were.&lt;br /&gt;It's hurt though, and sometimes I felt blank, no feeling and no hurt, but sometimes simple accidents that hurt me (like bumping into something hard or cut myself) remind me of the hurts, and the lost dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get up and continue my life? Can I dream another dream? Can I felt my heart again?&lt;br /&gt;I look at the distant sky, I knew my life should go on, I had to dream another dream... but I can't maybe I can, but this heart is fragile.&lt;br /&gt;And I ask myself, is it easier to hate than to love?&lt;br /&gt;Will time heal me just like in the past time? Because my feelings are deeper and my hurts are real, the first and deepest affection that I felt towards someone. Not just like, but truly love him whatever he does and whoever he is.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I look stronger and I can say : "I could fix my heart on my own" but the truth is I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak, I am hurt and I'm blank....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-116254541018566739?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/116254541018566739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=116254541018566739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/116254541018566739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/116254541018566739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2006/11/hurts.html' title='hurts'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-115910287306165810</id><published>2006-09-24T19:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:51.194+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A month ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/The%20Distance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/The%20Distance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/BahamasMorning.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't want to end this journey...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the future makes me worry a lot...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the uncertainty blur my mind...&lt;br /&gt;And maybe my feelings for you shed tears on my cheek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month is what I have now...&lt;br /&gt;I know the end of this journey is near&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything to change it&lt;br /&gt;Nor can I plan my own path ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our journey will end here too&lt;br /&gt;As you left me here and start a new journey somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I soon leave this place and start a new one&lt;br /&gt;And soon we will be busy walking by our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what frighten me most...&lt;br /&gt;To start a journey without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;To fully walk alone to a new place&lt;br /&gt;To find myself realize that you won't be there for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know maybe you'll never think about me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a part of your past&lt;br /&gt;A past that soon you will forget,&lt;br /&gt;A past that I'm afraid you will try to forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it make me feel lost&lt;br /&gt;What if we won't meet again?&lt;br /&gt;What if my feeling for you is true?&lt;br /&gt;What if you won't realize it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-115910287306165810?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115910287306165810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=115910287306165810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/115910287306165810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/115910287306165810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2006/09/month-ahead.html' title='A month ahead'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-115590932955846683</id><published>2006-08-18T20:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:51.138+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Heart</title><content type='html'>I love to listen to "Tender Heart" by Lionel Richie these days. Maybe it kinda described what feelings did I had nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just wanna scream to that person ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/JC-024FRlarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-115590932955846683?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115590932955846683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=115590932955846683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/115590932955846683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/115590932955846683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2006/08/tender-heart.html' title='Tender Heart'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-115479323254999419</id><published>2006-08-05T22:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:51.079+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love so far away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/LoveInTheTitleTN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/LoveInTheTitleTN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can someone love me,&lt;br /&gt;from so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel needed,&lt;br /&gt;in such a loving and special way.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Knowin' you're here with me,&lt;br /&gt;as I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;You're such a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;You rolled into my life,&lt;br /&gt;just like the oceans tide.&lt;br /&gt;You hold me in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;pushing all fears aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sleep under the same sky,&lt;br /&gt;the stars are our blanket at night.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;to love and hold ya' tight.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;I will always look to the sky above,&lt;br /&gt;each night and day.&lt;br /&gt;For the one that loves me,&lt;br /&gt;from so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss u so....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-115479323254999419?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115479323254999419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=115479323254999419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/115479323254999419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/115479323254999419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-so-far-away.html' title='Love so far away...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-114516705294906750</id><published>2006-04-16T12:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:51.018+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this considered porn pic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/i%27m%20free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/i%27m%20free.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freed your mind, and freed your spirit&lt;br /&gt;Are the ways to better understanding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words above don't come from a famous figure like Einstein or Shakespeare, they are just words that came into my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after read some arguments in the mailing list that I joined about how we should act towards the term pornography and how this nation began to divided into two sides, the pros and the cons, I came to a sense of understanding that sometimes small things that to someone looks unimportant, can be a threat to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for me, posing like I did in the pic above seems okay and don't trigger something in others minds. But to others, maybe that pose looks odd and 'maybe' can made people think about something. Well, as a matter of fact, that what happened lately in this nation.&lt;br /&gt;Some people that think every kinds of porno-related-stuff, including women that wear sexy (this term of sexy can be differ to many people) and full-pressed-body clothes, had to be forbidden to show off in the public places and else because they might become a cause of criminal actions like rape and other sexual related criminalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some people think it's ok to wear sexy clothes because it's the right of the women to show off her beauty (include her body that considered as a subject of art expression). So they against the new law draft that considered wearing sexy clothes in public places is a form of criminality that can trigger a rape.&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me, I still watch how the shows go on, though I didn't support pornography and related stuff. But, I also don't agree if I have to be arrested if I wear sexy clothes (that what I think sexy, but maybe to others it wasn't sexy at all).&lt;br /&gt;So the conclusion is : STILL HAVE NO COMMENT.... ;P&lt;br /&gt;But I will freed my mind and spirit to learn things that right and just to understand better about how things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, do I look sexy and can raise lust when I pose like in the pic above?&lt;br /&gt;If so, please tell me, because maybe I can consider other pose (that didn't guarantee also if I made another erotic pose - LOL)   ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-114516705294906750?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114516705294906750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=114516705294906750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/114516705294906750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/114516705294906750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-this-considered-porn-pic.html' title='Is this considered porn pic?'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-114032553798485518</id><published>2006-02-19T11:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:50.959+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it slow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/050223_96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/050223_96.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take it slow, take it slow, this time we take it slow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was John Legend sang in his song, "Ordinary People"&lt;br /&gt;I just keep thinking how my life seems flying so fast these days. What happened yesterday and last week seem like happened last year.&lt;br /&gt;So does my relation with someone. He seems so close one time, and the other time he seems so far away. I don't know what make us like this, but sometimes, I just wanna say to him that I miss the old times when we're close and share our problems, thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Like wanting to sit with him in a place like the picture above, talking all day and sharing things that kept inside my heart and his. Be free to tell others whatever things without fearing that someone might get hurt or changed. Just talking and let things flow like river between us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it's been a long long time since I had a time to sit and share with somebody....&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-114032553798485518?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114032553798485518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=114032553798485518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/114032553798485518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/114032553798485518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2006/02/take-it-slow.html' title='Take it slow...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-113741111555508314</id><published>2006-01-16T18:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:50.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/pd61140.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/pd61140.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why, these days seem like I swore a lot about someone. He had said many things that made me angry and when I looked at him and whatever related to him, I got really upset and said bad words in my heart. I know this is not good at all. But I can't stop it, really hate him.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me that I should forgive him. Help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-113741111555508314?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113741111555508314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=113741111555508314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113741111555508314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113741111555508314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-words.html' title='Bad Words'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-113595872072878906</id><published>2005-12-30T22:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:50.829+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Married...(later maybe?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/bride.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm married today! (Ups! I'm joking.... ;P)&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, Roma, was married today with her boyfriend, Rully.&lt;br /&gt;They finally united in holy marriage now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I kinda felt touched when they said the promises in front of the altar, and of course before GOD. It made me think that how time had changed us and well, now one of my best friends isn't single anymore. She's bound in a marriage now.&lt;br /&gt;Besides me sat Ester and her boyfriend and also Tao and her boyfriend also. Well, I'm the only happy single there sat among my friends that already got boyfriends. And these weeks I heard so many news about many of my old friends in college already married or will get married next year, not to mention two of my cousins that already married this year and two again will follow the next year. It's seems like all the relatives eyes, especially my aunts, are directed toward me and my status for being single.&lt;br /&gt;Well, who are they to force me to quickly find the right guy and marry him?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they will say and whatever things they will do to persuade me or my mom to 'press' me on marriage matters, I don't care! I just want to live my life to the full.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-113595872072878906?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113595872072878906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=113595872072878906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113595872072878906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113595872072878906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-marriedlater-maybe.html' title='I&apos;m Married...(later maybe?)'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-113570187706299684</id><published>2005-12-27T23:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:50.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalan bo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/silent%20night.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/silent%20night.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT NATAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ NAVIDAD!!&lt;br /&gt;JOYEOUX NOEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknye semua bahasa yang gue tau deh...&lt;br /&gt;Gw cuma mau ngucapin semuanya dan kali aja orang yang mampir ke situs gw bakalan ngeliat dan ngerti artinya postingan gw kali ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, sebelumnya gw minta maaf karena gw jarang mosting lagi akhir2 ini. Abisan terlalu banyak jadwal yang harus gw jalanin menjelang akhir tahun ini. Baik itu di Kefa en di Jakarta. Gw harap di tahun depan gw bisa lebih rajin posting di blog gw tercinta ini.&lt;br /&gt;Ok deh, GOD bless u all!&lt;br /&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/12962818-113570187706299684?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113570187706299684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=113570187706299684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113570187706299684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113570187706299684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/natalan-bo.html' title='Natalan bo!'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-113185688552193994</id><published>2005-11-13T10:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:50.715+07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Forest and Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/FVFairyOfInnocenceLargeView.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/FVFairyOfInnocenceLargeView.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how a threatening situation can made u think about death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when I was on a trip back to Kefa after stayed for a night in another base in Naikliu, there's something happened and made me ever think about death.&lt;br /&gt;It was a late departure from Naikliu, we supposed to leave before 9 A.M because the driver told me that the weather will become worse and the path in the mountains will be difficult to climb. But there so many things that undone by the staff in Naikliu, including the report and other things that we supposed to bring into Kefa office.&lt;br /&gt;So, we went off late at 11 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the weather was very sunny and nice, I even took some pics while we drove off home. But then when we reached the mountains, it began to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to climb the hills slowly, but the rain had turned the ground into mud and soft soil, so it was hard. So, the driver stopped the car and picked up some stones to weighed down the truck. At that time we're in the middle of 'White Forest' because all the trees' trunk in that forest are white (they are Cajuputi tree that can be made into some essential oil). &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/11-11-05_1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/11-11-05_1302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I stayed in the truck and the driver picked up the stones, a thought of death came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;How if we can't get out from this forest? How if we try and the truck accidentally rolled off and fell to the valleys? How if my parents know that their daughter accidentally killed in a truck accident in a remote place? Will my friends cry when they know that I'm dead in here?&lt;br /&gt;And will he cries when he know that I was killed in an accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/12-11-05_1316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/12-11-05_1316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These thoughts came into my mind because at the second climb, the truck stuck in the mud again and the rain became harder. The driver told me that we should back or else stuck in the forest all night. It was a very frightening situation. We haven't got our lunch and it was getting late, soon it will be dark.&lt;br /&gt;I sat silently in the truck and heard the birds singing beautifully, and the sounds of a small stream calming my mind. The rain keep pourin down and made me think about the people that I left in Jakarta. I even think about what clothes will I wear in my coffin. I felt alone and it was a bad way to die, to die alone in the middle of nowhere, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! I'm not gonna die here!" I said to myself. "What for GOD sent me from miles away just to die here? That's stupid Mel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we try again the truck is still stuck in the same track, so, we have to come down from the mountain and back to the nearest village. If we keep on moving, there's another threat, a lack of gasoline, we probably stuck in another wilderness without any gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD, when we came to the village leader's house, they agree to help us. So two of them climbed up to the back of the truck and ride with us to the mountains. Then we spent about two hours in helping the truck to get away from holes, and soft soil. When we succeeded in overcame a track, there still so many tracks that left ahead. I finally got down from the truck and helped them dig the soil in the side road by using the shovel. Man, that was the first time I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hours struggled in the mountains, we finally can escaped from those threats. But there so many miles left before we reached Kefa. And it was 6 P.M. We drove through the dark villages and forest, and almost stuck in another forest. After passed 35 rivers and streams, and 145 km, we finally reached Kefa. I'm so glad because we had made it back to this town.&lt;br /&gt;Though it cost us 12 hours (from 10.30 A.M to 10.30 P.M), and lots of energy and many pain (my back is still in trouble now). We finally here, though I don't very much like this town, but when I see civilization,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I think that's enough for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, those thoughts of death had been wiped away from me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-113185688552193994?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113185688552193994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=113185688552193994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113185688552193994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113185688552193994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/white-forest-and-loneliness.html' title='White Forest and Loneliness'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-113137363533629828</id><published>2005-11-07T21:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:50.659+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Less Travelled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/05-11-05_1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/05-11-05_1657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One fine afternoon by the sea...&lt;br /&gt;I sat on a rock after travelled with my friend's sister throughout the day browsing Kupang. Then she brought me to this beach. After a hard time walked on sharp rock along the beach, even the sand isn't soft, we found a big rock and decide to climb over it.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's hard and so many times we both grumble because of the hard rock, we finally realize that it's worth it. We saw a very beautiful scenery above it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes, we live like this too, we often grumble about the sharp rock that we had to step on when we walk along life's road. And so many times, we just want to stop and then realize that the sand where we stand isn't better either. But when we finally reach the top, our goal, purpose, etc, we always amazed about the things we found there and forget our troubles and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe these times when I felt that I am alone here, and the road that I walk is the road that less travelled by many people, especially girls. I keep in my mind that whatever will happen ahead, I know that something great and beautiful will wait for me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-113137363533629828?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113137363533629828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=113137363533629828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113137363533629828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113137363533629828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/road-less-travelled.html' title='The Road Less Travelled'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-113092976895666046</id><published>2005-11-02T17:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:50.598+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glass of Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/water_ice_glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/water_ice_glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A glass of cold water is all that I want now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maybe because its been so hot in here and there is no refrigerator in my rent house and office. Or maybe because I've been missing all the comfort that I used to have in Jakarta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh yeah, I know it's so different from Jakarta with all it's comfort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;In Jakarta, I can get any kind of juice that I want, any books that I want to read and a glass of cold water don't matter too much for me. Here? Even too find a glass of clean, cold and pure water with no particles dissolved in  it, is very hard to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And one of my colleagues said to me : Remember, you have to stay here for a year ahead. Yes, it's true. I remember it so much. But everything seems run slowly here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've been here for a week, but it seems that it had been a year. I still can't figure it out about how I should do my job and it seems so hard to be the smallest and the youngest staff in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm alone. I'm the only 22 years old unmarried female here, while most of my colleagues are male and married. It seems like I'm a teenage with all the big-city-stuff that I used everyday (clothes, language, and style). And sometimes, I felt desolated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I remember a quote: "An eagle flies alone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And that quote seems strengthening me here. I know that an eagle is a noble bird that is tough and can survive the storm. Yet, it flies alone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm all alone here, alone without all the comfort zone and protection from spiritual leader in church, alone without all the things that made me comfortable in Jakarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But an eagle should flies alone. Coz the storm is coming my way. God, I wish that I could manage to fly, eventhough I should fly alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just hope that there are people out there that pray for me, people that remember that I'm still their friends, eventhough I never contact them again because of many things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Coz I had left my comfort nest, and my glass of comfort to fly alone in a deserted land...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-113092976895666046?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113092976895666046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=113092976895666046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113092976895666046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113092976895666046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/glass-of-comfort.html' title='A Glass of Comfort'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-113024644960971461</id><published>2005-10-25T19:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:47.704+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm wondering what my life would be next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/wondering-woman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/wondering-woman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long and tiring flight from Jakarta (it took about 5 hours), I finally arrive in Kupang. And I had to 'fight' with some passangers to get my bags from the pick up part in airport. Gee, can u imagine that I had to pick those two bags that weighed around 35 kilograms by myself. Thank GOD everything is undercontrol. Then outside the airport, I met the Project leader and his staff that already waited for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we're gonna stay in Kupang for a nigt (at least I thought they will let me stay in here), but I'm wrong. We had to arrive in Kefa tonight. So after a not so delicious meal at a local restaurant, we drove as quickly as possible to Kefa.&lt;br /&gt;Man, it was a very fast and quite not comfortable trip for me. I had to hold on to cold wind that blows through the opened windows (they did this because they were smoking inside the car). I hate smokers, but I can do nothing to stop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at a village and stop for a while, then we continue our journey to Kefa. I hardly can sleep because the wind blows very hard, but at least I fell asleep. Then they wake me up when we had reached Kefa. They brought me to the hotel and left me there. I washed my face and went to sleep quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of someone that knocked door wake me up the next morning. Gee it's almost 9 A.M. but I can hardly open my eyes. Then I wake up and saw that the CARE Staff that had came to picked me up. I told them to wait and rushed to take a bath.&lt;br /&gt;Then hungrily, I went to the office and was introduced to many people in the office. Then all things went very boring, I can hardlly do anything there. Just sat all day and talked to few people. I went back to hotel and moved to another room (without AC and refrigerator, sigh).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read on my room till two of the staff picked me up and took me out for dinner at a local restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was back at my room and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what will happen to me next. I just found a nice housing where I rent a room, the lady and her husband are so friendly to me. They treat me so well. Then the next day I went to Bitefa where one of the TFC (Therapeutic Feeding Centre) is located. I went there with dr. Yohan and a nurse. Then they left me there for hours (till I get bored and fell asleep few times). I had talked to the nurses and nutrition aid and also to the mothers whose children are doing therapy there. And I had saw pigs scattered everywhere like cats in Jakarta. Maybe I'll post the pics later, because the pigs pics are so funny. One pig looks like a 'rocker pig' with blonde spiky hair. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, so far, everything goes smoothly for me...hehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-113024644960971461?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113024644960971461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=113024644960971461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113024644960971461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/113024644960971461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-wondering-what-my-life-would-be.html' title='I&apos;m wondering what my life would be next?'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112921562377090153</id><published>2005-10-13T20:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:47.644+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests Menace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/631_FA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/631_FA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;These days I'm acting like a killer teacher in giving marks to the students. But I kinda stressed too about these matters because almost all of the students that I teach, got poor marks, just some of them that got good marks. Adding to this menace, I had to prepare so many things and do so many things before my departure to Kefa, NTT. So many things have to be prepared, yet, it looks like that my teacher friends aren't so happy if I leave them soon, especially the principal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They talked about it secretly behind my back. I knew it from a friend that I trust. And this thing made me felt uneasy since few days ago they seem okay when they heard that I'm gonna leave them and work in another place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Worse, the parents and teachers meeting that supposed to be on this Saturday was canceled and moved to next Saturday. I will resign on next Friday (21 October) but the meeting will be hold on Saturday (22 October). And on 22 October, I have to attend my friend's wedding party! I felt uneasy, even after one of my teacher friends said that I had to attend that meeting and be responsible to answer all those parents questions about their children achievement (regarding those poor marks!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I want to answer : "Hey, I'm not a teacher anymore in here on 22 October."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But I can't. I don't want to leave bad memories to the people that I will leave here. It's enough that I will leave them the 'failure' of a teacher-that-can't- make-the-students-get-good marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And the teacher that don't get along with them (the teachers).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It seems like these obstacles pop out from the people that I didn't expect before. They seem so Godly and holy (I felt like this because I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;attend teachers devotion every morning since the first day I became a teacher here). I won't like if someday, after I left, they will talk about my bad habits or problems that I left. I just want an easy resign, not more than that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know to whom I should talk about this matter. It seems like I can trust no one here at this school, except one, my best friend here who is an English teacher just like me. But she don't know what to do too, and she didn't have any idea of how I should resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I don't know what to do. Can u give me a suggestion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112921562377090153?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112921562377090153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112921562377090153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112921562377090153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112921562377090153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/tests-menace.html' title='Tests Menace'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112869722684772827</id><published>2005-10-07T20:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:47.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Close the Door!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought another door had been closed today as the end of my day at work approaching. Today was full of things that made me feel hectic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Arriving at the school, I faced so many piles of papers that I have to correct. Though it's not my job because I only handle 3 subjects : English Awareness, English Language and Conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And yesterday I had finished all the English Awareness papers test and today I planned to help my English teachers friends with their pile of works. Because it had been decided by all of us to help each other after one had finished his/her job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And u know what? It's really absolutely dissapointing when I found that the people that had to do their own job (correcting the papers test) didn't show up somehow. Though they put their job on the desk without noone correcting them! I had do my best to help them, but it seems that they didn't even realize their own responsibility. Gee! With all of these, I'm not sure that they will help me to correct all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;8000 questions (from 8 English Language classes) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;that I teach on next Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can u imagine that?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;8000 questions in  only 3 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;before all those papers will be given back to the students!! And the next day after we'll give them to the students, there will be parents meeting in school and we have to face all the comments and critics from all the parents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;These things made me quite gloomy somehow. And I felt that I heard a closing door before me as the day ended. Cause I have been waiting for the news from the NGO that interviewed me last week, they said that at the latest, they will inform me on Friday if I am accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And as I'm waiting for a bus to go home from my office, I begin to think, well I'm gonna start a new business somehow and I don't really care if a door to work in the NGO closed again. I'm not going to regret too long on this case and I have to move on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But when I sat on the bus, my cellphone rang and I picked it up. It was from the HRD Manager of that NGO (CARE International). She informed me that I was accepted and I have to go next week to Kefa, NTT (Nusa Tenggara Timor) near East Timor to work there as a nutritionist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm glad, but somehow I felt a bit hard to leave Jakarta, my family, my friends and things that I have here (the business that I'm going to start). But I ever prayed to GOD last week, that if HE wants me to go, then HE'll open the door for me. And if HE wants me to stay, then HE'll closed the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Though it sounds and feel hard for me to go there and stay for a year there, I felt everything will be allright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sounds funny but a little bit strange, because the last time I got assurance from GOD to go to Aceh, I heard a song from the Launchcast Radio Yahoo that said :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;  "Step by step YOU lead me and I'm going to follow YOUR way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But today I listened to my MP3 player in my cellphone a song that said :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Lead me I'll follow, whereever YOU lead me now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt relax and calmed though this song is a RnB song. I don't know, maybe with my short mind I thought that GOD had closed another door in my life, while HE actually had opened it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember few days ago I ever said angrily to GOD :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; "Just close the door, GOD! Close all the doors and make me abandoned like                 Joseph! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;After all, I began to lose my hope upon everything....!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And I'm wrong this time, HE didn't close all the door,&lt;br /&gt;coz HE know better than I.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112869722684772827?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112869722684772827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112869722684772827' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112869722684772827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112869722684772827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-close-door.html' title='Just Close the Door!!!'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112807383608487670</id><published>2005-09-30T16:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:47.465+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk on Water OR Drowned?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/alone-at-sea-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/alone-at-sea-23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I wake up and jumped out of my bed this morning, not because I have to prepare myself to go for the interview and the fact that I'm overslept. But because I remember one thing : my friend will face a surgery at 10 A.M. this morning and I haven't call her to support her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I called her to her cellphone, but I thought she had turned it off. I bet she's on the way to the hospital. A bit of a guilty feeling because I'm not being a good friend that called her to say a prayer, or at least something that encouraging her to face this situation bravely, suddenly hit me. I just pray for her shortly after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Then a friend of mine SMS me and said that she will go to her hometown tomorrow. I'm so shocked because I haven't had any chance to visit her since she gave me a shocking news about her pregnancy! (this because she hasn't get married with her boyfriend). I was very concerned about her situation and again I felt guilty because I didn't have any chance to visit her since two weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;And what's more? I have an interview at a famous International NGO at 10 A.M. and still, I haven't prepare well for the interview. I just read few articles about the nutrition field that I had left for months, suddenly I didn't feel that I am a true nutritionist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;All the way to the NGO's office that located in Blok M, I didn't read my papers again. I even can't read my Bible as I usually do in the bus. The thoughts of my friends surrounded my mind and I felt sorry that I can't be a good friend to them. I just pray along the way that they will be all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Then I have to canceled my plan to stay in another town, Bogor, in my old friend's house because untill now I haven't decide what I should do in this kind of situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I called some old friends about a lodging to stay overnight, but I didn't have assurance. So, I just chat with them though I used my bro's cellphone. Sadly some of my friends had laid back from the LORD in many ways. And because of that I felt sorry for being too ignorant and selfish for all these times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;It seems that this day is a day that will determine my life and the life that people around me. It just like I'm walking alone in the sea of uncertainty and the water had already covered half of my body. I'm feeling cold, I'm afraid, and the sea seems so threatening, but yet, I have to go on and try to walk on water, no matter what lies before me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But will I make it? Will I walk on water? Or will I drown in this sea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112807383608487670?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112807383608487670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112807383608487670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112807383608487670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112807383608487670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/walk-on-water-or-drowned.html' title='Walk on Water OR Drowned?'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112732050408514326</id><published>2005-09-21T23:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:47.407+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/1669_FA.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/1669_FA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; light again this time. A way had been closed this morning when my friend told me that my project in translating a semi-scientific book was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rejected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by her boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was kinda shocked about the news, coz I want it badly, at least this is what I think to get involved in media-related activities, the thing that I always long for, a glimpse of my vision and calling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And here I am, with the rejected project (though I had sleepless for two days to did that), and a blank vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Stressed with the coming exams in school and piles of tasks to do. I can do nothing and just keep wondering why it seems all the road that I want to walk to fulfill my vision seems closed. Am I in the right track?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why there always &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;light that I meet these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where are the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Looks like I began to questioning GOD again this time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;show me the future GOD....!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112732050408514326?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112732050408514326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112732050408514326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112732050408514326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112732050408514326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/red-lights.html' title='Red Lights'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112654509455276417</id><published>2005-09-12T23:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:47.300+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/417_FA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/417_FA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been four days since this disturbing cough and terrible throat infection started. I can hardly sleep well, and I lost my voice, though it's getting better soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhow, I had tried so many kinds of medicines, from the modern one to the ancient recipe but still this didn't help me so much to stop this cough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And well, another thing burdened me, a pile of work to do, I have to make about 450 questions for the upcoming mid semester test for the nine classes that I teach and yet another job offer come to me to be an editor for a publisher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;           I don't know where the road will lead me. But I'm curious as new things begin to happen in my life. Though I'm still not feel that this place is where I should be at this moment, and many times I'm questioning GOD about what the future hold for me and why HE gave me a vision that so different from my condition right now. Sometimes I believe that HE wants me to believe and just follow HIM though I can't see the road clearly. These days GOD reminded me that HE never too slow to fulfill HIS promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;           Besides all of that things that disturbing my mind lately, somehow deep in my heart I still want to hear a simple and true 'Get Well Soon' from a heart that truly cares for me. And I'm back again in my corner of solitude here in this school where no one cares enough to chat with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112654509455276417?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112654509455276417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112654509455276417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112654509455276417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112654509455276417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-four-days-since-this.html' title=''/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112610395710551247</id><published>2005-09-07T20:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:47.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/alone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/400/alone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The storm is above my head, I'm exhausted, tired and lost...&lt;br /&gt;Still don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the time is stop inside me&lt;br /&gt;I cry alone in this desert, cry for help&lt;br /&gt;But no one hear me in the midst of all these confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will this road lead me?&lt;br /&gt;Why I have to face this rocky road all my life?&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and alone&lt;br /&gt;Seems losing all the light that once lighten my ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a castaway?&lt;br /&gt;Shall I wonder all my life through?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth, no more bullshit, no more lies&lt;br /&gt;Plain truth is all that I want...&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what will it cost me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry, alone, sad and dissapointed I run&lt;br /&gt;Run away to the clouds, but they slowly dissapear&lt;br /&gt;Run to the sun and it burnt me&lt;br /&gt;Run to the wind but it neglect me&lt;br /&gt;And I run to you but you abandoned me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I go then, Elohim?&lt;br /&gt;Why You seem like forsaken me?&lt;br /&gt;I sit in silence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112610395710551247?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112610395710551247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112610395710551247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112610395710551247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112610395710551247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/alone-in-storm.html' title='Alone in the Storm'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112584171163030894</id><published>2005-09-04T20:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:47.040+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Way I Should Fly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/Bird%20003%20-%20sea%20gull1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/Bird%20003%20-%20sea%20gull1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Here I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;In the middle of intersection again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If I should leave, then I will, but will I make it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If I should stay, I will, but do I have the strength to preserve it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I have no strength, confused, bored and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I wanna get out from all of these, I wanna hide, I wanna run...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sometimes I wanna take the easy road, not the road that less traveled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But my life had always bring me to a road that less traveled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Roads that hard and tough to be conquered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Roads that make me shed my tears and get hurt&lt;br /&gt;And I keep wondering why I always get the hard way,&lt;br /&gt;While many people walk the easy way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm alone again in the solemn blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;Confused where I should fly&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here to guide me&lt;br /&gt;And I just stare the sky to ask for guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others had fly their own ways,&lt;br /&gt;While I'm flying here without direction&lt;br /&gt;And just wait for the Redemeer to show me the way&lt;br /&gt;How long I can go on flying?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...only the Redemeer know it&lt;br /&gt;I know He'll show me the way&lt;br /&gt;Coz I believe in HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112584171163030894?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112584171163030894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112584171163030894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112584171163030894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112584171163030894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/which-way-i-should-fly.html' title='Which Way I Should Fly?'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112541645007897483</id><published>2005-08-30T22:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.984+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found Angels Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/3076434d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/3076434d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/3076434d1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Today as I began my day I decided to fast for a matter. It's been a long time since my last fasting and I quite doubt myself whether I can make it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Anyhow, I found myself left behind by a bus that I should take to my workplace. I ran to get that bus among the cars that ran fast that didn't care enough that they might hurt a girl like me that try hard to get into the bus. To them I might seem crazy to chase a running bus. But to me, this is a matter of 'dead' or 'alive' or let say, a matter of being late and miss my class or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;And suddenly in the midst of my effort to chase that bus, an 'angel' appeared to me. No, it wasn't a white robed person with wings and golden ring upon it's head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;In fact, it , or lets say, he, is a middle aged man that ride a motorbike. At first I didn't understand why he ran his bike slowly near me, but then he stopped and said, "Wanna ride to the front of the bus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I smiled and hopped into his bike. He drove fastly and succeded to reached the bus and stopped in front of it, and made it stopped. I'm very grateful at the moment and I tap his shoulder and said, "Thanks a lot Sir, GOD bless you so much!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;I hopped into the bus and sat safely in the seat. Gee, I never experience this kind of experience witha total staranger. I even didn't think I WILL DO THAT! I mean, jumped to a stranger's bike that offered me a free ride to get a bus. Man! I'm so lucky! While my trip to my office I kept thinking about this matter and thanked GOD so many times for this rare experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;The second angel that I met today was Miss Jacqueline. She is a nice woman that worked in the administration office in my school. She offered to typed for me the test paper that I should make by myself. And she freed me from the burden that I should carry today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;The third angel that I met today was a woman (another stranger) that I met in the bus at my way back home. She offered me the seat that she deserved to has and take my seat that wasn't so comfortable because I sat next to the driver. In this selfish and egoistic city, it's hard to find people that are willing to sacrifice their own comfort for the others comfort. I thanked GOD again for these blessings, though to some of you these kind of blessings are unnoticed and unimportant. But I know that somehow, somewhere, these kinds of help are very important to some people and you never know how much these helps change someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Coz I've been experienced them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You never know how much a small good deed can change someone life nad even a nation's history...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112541645007897483?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112541645007897483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112541645007897483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112541645007897483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112541645007897483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-found-angels-today.html' title='I Found Angels Today'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112473002200466599</id><published>2005-08-22T23:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.931+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/1431_fp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/1431_fp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;What is the Kingdom according to u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Today as my day started with the devotional time, verses on the Bible suddenly seems get a new meaning for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Luke 13:18-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Jesus asked, "What is the kingdom of GOD like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;"It is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his garden. It grew and became a tree, and the birds of the air perched in its branches."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;To me, a seed is my faith. Though it is small in the beginning, but I believe when GOD had planted it on the garden of a new life in HIM, no matter what happen then someday somehow if I keep my faith and ask GOD to cultivate it by HIS grace...then I believe I can be a 'tree' that brings life and blessings to many birds (I think birds are wondering souls that long for the truth).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;We often think that to make miracles happen in our life we have to have a faith that is bigger than the mountains. But through this passage GOD made me realize the essential truth : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No matter how big or how small is ur faith, GOD can turn ur faith into something that somehow can be blessings to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Though u may think that ur condition is impossible and u stuck in the things that annoy u, believe and keep this truth : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the Kingdom of GOD is a small seed that GOD planted in ur heart, and somehow, someday the seed will turn into a tree that can bless others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112473002200466599?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112473002200466599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112473002200466599' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112473002200466599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112473002200466599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/small-seed.html' title='A Small Seed'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112437665753082128</id><published>2005-08-18T20:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.874+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the hidden enemies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/poverty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/poverty.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oday, as I went home after finished my day I rode a bus and sat in the back. First, I didn't notice that beside me sat a little girl with shabby clothes and her sister. Yes, they are street kids that probably had performed their 'show' in order to get some nickles in that bus. I looked at them. The younger sister is crying because her sister said something cruel and pinched her sometimes. I want to cheer up the little one and give something to them to stopped the quarrell, but they are so serious that I didn't dare to interupt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I silently stared at them, I noticed that the older girl is kinda cruel to her sister. I knew that she might be hard and tough and not leting her sister to become spoiled because of her environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Her tough and rude environment had turned her to became a tough and unspoiled little girl, while many little girls in her age probably still playing freely and can be spoiled to their parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Deep inside my heart, I cried for this unjust condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I knew that this child and her sister had rights to act like their friends in the same age. To freely play and live their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again my mind think of their friends that are more lucky. I think of my students that I teach everyday. They had chances to have education, but some of them live as they didn't appreciate the chances that they have. Many people in this world lucky enough to have the life that aren't so hard and tough as these girls' life, but they didn't appreciate it. They just going around like there is no future for them, though there are so many chances that they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for these girls. But I got angry too because the devil had worked so hard to destroy the life of many people that are bound by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;pornography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;diseases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;poverty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. It may sounds cliche, but I knew that there are the hidden enemies that disguise in poverty, drugs, pornography and diseases. And I begin to questioning myself again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;"What are you doing to stop them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;"Will you let GOD to use your vision to destroy them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Or you just want all the comfort only for urself?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I choose to let go my comfort and do something to stop them&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Little deeds like teaching well to get rid of poverty in the mind of my students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112437665753082128?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112437665753082128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112437665753082128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112437665753082128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112437665753082128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/hidden-enemies.html' title='the hidden enemies'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112420988783714313</id><published>2005-08-16T23:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.821+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/423_FA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/423_FA1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Today as I sit down in the bus station waiting for a bus to pick me up to my office, I read my Bible. Hmm, it's been quite a long time since the last time I read this NIV Bible. Well, I just checked it and a verse pop out to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mark 2:22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"No one pours new wine into old wineskins. If he does, the wine will burst the skins, and both the wine and the wineskins will be ruined. No, he pours new wine into new wineskins."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, I knew that this simple truth : You can't put all the blessings and the abundance of GOD's kingdom in your unchanged and rusty heart. The 'wine' should be placed on new vessel, that is a renewed heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I can't understand the true meaning of GOD's kingdom if I keep my old sinful mind&lt;/span&gt;. I can't get more blessings if I keep my heart the same as if I never been repented. If I want more blessings (any kind of blessings), &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I should look, think and act the way GOD's want me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can call the wineskins into whiskey bottle just like this one. I think GOD doesn't mind if I call the modern wineskins as 'whiskey bottle'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you still and old dusty whiskey tin? Or a new one?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the new one like the pic above. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Shining and practical. &lt;/span&gt;Hehehehehee.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112420988783714313?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112420988783714313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112420988783714313' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112420988783714313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112420988783714313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/whiskey-bottle.html' title='Whiskey Bottle'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112395198404096649</id><published>2005-08-13T23:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.769+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is a heart made for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/1600/LOVE%20POTATO.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/LOVE%20POTATO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A heart is a fragile substance, it can easily be torn or cut to thousands pieces. It can be as rotten as a potato that being kept for months. But it can be cold and as hard as steel, tough and unmoveable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why I'm writing this down? Why I'm wasting my time to write about things that seem unimportant like this? That's because I fear my heart would into a potato heart that rotten as time swallow it. Otherwise I fear that my heart would turn into a cold and hard steel that can't feel anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These days I keep thinking about things that happened around me. A new environment that I entered, a career that quite different from the one that I want, things that I learned from people that I met, and...a decision to let go someone that began to enter my life because we so different in many ways. Things that I doubted whether I should cherish or regret...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They had turned my heart somehow, but will I let them make it soften or become harder? Will I find the true meaning of the things that I face? Only my heart knows the answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I can say is LOVE can make a difference in my heart, but will I find my true love???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112395198404096649?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112395198404096649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112395198404096649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112395198404096649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112395198404096649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-is-heart-made-for.html' title='what is a heart made for?'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112351371489192027</id><published>2005-08-08T22:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.712+07:00</updated><title type='text'>incomplete happiness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/366_fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/366_fp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;This thought came to my mind when the first week of August passed. I am approaching the new stage of my life. Suddenly, I was faced with a new choice whether to take a chance or let it gone forever. Doubting whether this choice will make me happy or let me feel miserable forever. I finally decided it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happiness to me seems so blur these days. I don't know whatelse I should do or what way should I take. Just like following what happened behind me. But I felt a part of me is missing it's destiny. It seems like my happiness is incomplete for a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I still wonder do I made the right choice? Or should I wait for another chance to come to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I don't know what to do. I just like leting myself follow where the winds carry me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I said this prayer silently in the midst of all things going through my mind :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;LORD, I know I haven't fully fulfilled my destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I even don't know where this road will lead me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;But all I know is I will do whatever lies in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;And stop hoping for the things that still fly ahead in my vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Though my happiness isn't full because my soul longs to fulfill my vision,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I know that somehow, this road will lead me to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, somehow, somewhere that a missing part of myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;will find its way to happiness...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112351371489192027?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112351371489192027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112351371489192027' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112351371489192027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112351371489192027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/incomplete-happiness.html' title='incomplete happiness...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112210894806234371</id><published>2005-07-23T15:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.658+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/snowflakes_2004121318061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/snowflakes_2004121318061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the snow fall on the earth...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So does hope fall on every human hearts that believe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is self acceptance according to u? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This question came unto my mind these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is it just accepting who and what u are without questioning whether u can change ur future or just follow where life will take u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Can u accept urself if u can just live an ordinary life without significance and things that make u superior?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;How is it like to wake up every morning and realize that u can do nothing to change ur life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Well, I'm still looking for the answers for those questions that I asked myself. But maybe I can just give opinion that I believe true about this matter, and how is my point of view related to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Recently a sight of a street vendor that already running his own food business around my neighboirhood caught my attention. Lets just call him Wawan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Wawan has been selling &lt;em&gt;siomay (a kind of delicious food) f&lt;/em&gt;or about 18 years in my neighborhood, and well, maybe people don't care how long he have been doing this business. But how if u replace his position? How if u wake up one day and realize that u can do nothing beside selling &lt;em&gt;siomay &lt;/em&gt;to get some money for ur living? What are u going to do with the rest of ur life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;This fact made me realized that there is something in everyone's life that can change his/her future. Probably that's a decision that change his/her life forever, probably it is something that happen and he/she doesn't have any choice and have to take that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But can I say it is a turn point?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;A turn point is something that can make u choose an option that will change ur life forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Some people realized their own turn point because it was clearly shown, but some people missed their turn point just because they can't see it. But surely as snow fallen on earth or as sure as the sun sink in the west, someone had his/her own turn point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Some may realized their own turn point since early childhood like, "I have to study hard so that my life will change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Or some that think, "Ah, slow down, there so plenty of times to study, don't be too eager."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Well, not all people that acted like the first category get success, and not all the secondary category end up with a mess in their life. But again, what make it just a matter of turn point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The question is : Will u recognize ur turn point and react correctly to it by making good choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Again I continue the previous quote that I made myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;As long as u believe, there is enough hope to guide ur way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and know ur turning point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112210894806234371?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112210894806234371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112210894806234371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112210894806234371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112210894806234371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/07/turn-point.html' title='Turn Point'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112162115482854308</id><published>2005-07-18T00:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.605+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Executive Member of The Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/DNTFOR_T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/DNTFOR_T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today a preacher from US came to my church and preached there. Some of you might knew about him, his name is John C. Maxwell. He preached a good sermon, about how to get miracles in Biblical ways. But what I wanna say now isn't the sermon that he preached. No, this is quite different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I wanna to say hit me when I passed the lounge where he rested for the next service after preaching. As I walk down the aisle, I noticed many of church ministers were gathered in front of thje lounge, some even managed to got into the lounge and talked to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well, as a matter of fact, I kinda jealous about their privilege to joined John C. Maxwell and can talked to him directly (since he's one of my fave author and I had collected and read almost all of his books). And I begin speak in my heart,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"GOD, I wish I can be one of those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'executive' church members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that can interact with the preacher closely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the truth of GOD came into my mind and HE said, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"My girl, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there is no executive member in My kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, because &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;everyone is special and I treat them the same&lt;/span&gt;. Only humans that make those differences. Don't look at human's social differences, because it will make you lose heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ZAP! That truth hit me like a sudden blow. I used to wish that I can get his (John C. Maxwell) signature on my Bible or a miracle happen then he gives me a ticket to his free seminar at Mulia Hotel that worth IDR 1.000.000,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT that truth make me realize that it doesn't matter if I can't have his signature or attend the 1 million rupiahs-seminar. What really matter is that whether I have GOD signature on my heart, that's it. That's the truth I got today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, if GOD signature can be read by everyone, probably it will say like this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MELISSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CEO KINGDOM OF GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;coz I am special, just like every believers in the world!! YEAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112162115482854308?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112162115482854308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112162115482854308' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112162115482854308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112162115482854308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/07/executive-member-of-kingdom.html' title='Executive Member of The Kingdom'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112162055146904829</id><published>2005-07-15T00:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.554+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep praising YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/i%20love%20u%20beary%20much.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/i%20love%20u%20beary%20much.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O God, You are my God;&lt;br /&gt;Early will I seek You;&lt;br /&gt;My soul thirsts for You;&lt;br /&gt;My flesh longs for You&lt;br /&gt;In a dry and thirsty land&lt;br /&gt;Where there is no water.&lt;br /&gt;So I have looked for You in the sanctuary,&lt;br /&gt;To see Your power and Your glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because Your lovingkindness is better than life,&lt;br /&gt;My lips shall praise You.&lt;br /&gt;Thus I will bless You while I live;&lt;br /&gt;I will lift up my hands in Your name.&lt;br /&gt;My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness,&lt;br /&gt;And my mouth shall praise You with joyful lips."&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 63:1-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though I can see no progress now, I won't be dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;And my mouth shall praise YOU, GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not chosen, I will keep on going to cherished my life...&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/12962818-112162055146904829?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112162055146904829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112162055146904829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112162055146904829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112162055146904829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-keep-praising-you_15.html' title='I keep praising YOU'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112107370820049053</id><published>2005-07-11T16:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.395+07:00</updated><title type='text'>F. R. U. S. T. A. T. E. D</title><content type='html'>Cramped and surrounded by grumpy people all around, after a lifting day before seems unberable to me...&lt;br /&gt;All the sorrow and hectic conditions make me sick and tired. I'm not dissapointed, I choose not to be dissapointed while others flying high and I stuck in the mud of frustation and unchanging conditions.&lt;br /&gt;I choose not to feed my ego and put myself on the lowest level of acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;The road seems crampy and sturdy, but I know that there must be the end of all of these. Coz u can't hide a diamond in the mud without see the thing glowing perfectly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112107370820049053?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112107370820049053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112107370820049053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112107370820049053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112107370820049053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/07/f-r-u-s-t-t-e-d.html' title='F. R. U. S. T. A. T. E. D'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112079993445681957</id><published>2005-07-08T12:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.341+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe in Your Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/580_fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/580_fp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had fly thousands miles away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My wings had been torn by the wind and storms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had so many dissapointments and I'm weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't continue this journey no more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly a hand stretched out to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Provide me a place to stay and rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now it's my choice to take that arm or abandon it forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mind confused, I don't want to be hurted again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I fly, in the midst of confusion and fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wait the hand that I think will dissapear slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm wrong, the hand is still there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waiting for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are running on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the first time in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is Someone that cares for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's a hand that shield me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I fly and safely land on that hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And rest there till the storms are gone&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/12962818-112079993445681957?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112079993445681957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112079993445681957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112079993445681957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112079993445681957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/07/safe-in-your-hands.html' title='Safe in Your Hands'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112003483104359155</id><published>2005-06-29T15:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.234+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Withered Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/626_fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/626_fp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I don't know how I felt anymore these days...&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a withered flowers that approaching its end in the autumn&lt;br /&gt;Though it's summer and full of joy, there are things u can't change.&lt;br /&gt;Things that only time can answer and all you can do it to wait upon it.&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting for it, because I can't move anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;GOD help me because not only my spirit that begin to withers, but also my soul... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No light shine and the soul slowly withers....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112003483104359155?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112003483104359155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112003483104359155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112003483104359155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112003483104359155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/06/withered-soul.html' title='Withered Soul'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-112003520587229429</id><published>2005-06-28T15:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.288+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/1384_fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/1384_fp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;The road seems will take forever...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is the future like now&lt;br /&gt;Could anyone tell me?&lt;br /&gt;Because my dreams and visions slowly fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I cry in my solitude and despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Without noone see and hear me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;The road is quiet, noone there to walk with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Not even a breeze blow or a tender rush of wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-112003520587229429?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112003520587229429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=112003520587229429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112003520587229429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/112003520587229429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/06/long-road.html' title='The Long Road'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111936476490606028</id><published>2005-06-21T21:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.182+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice vs Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Faith that Sees Far More than This Time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Could you tell me what is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Because I'm alone and blind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hurted and hopeless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Help me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Blessed are they that don't see and believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But isn't it more blessed they that see and believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Is the justice aren't synchronize with the sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tell me, GOD&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/12962818-111936476490606028?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111936476490606028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111936476490606028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111936476490606028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111936476490606028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/06/justice-vs-sight.html' title='Justice vs Sight'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111821152268281827</id><published>2005-06-08T13:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.128+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Find my Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Can u show me the way to the tree?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"What tree?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Tree of life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Well..., I can't"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Because I heard that the road is curvy and perverse, it also scary"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Really? All I know that the road is straight and narrow, and the light of GOD will always direct you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"I can't see it though, I'm afraid if I get lost"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Well, I will try to find it, though I might be lost, but I believe that I'll find the way"&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/12962818-111821152268281827?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111821152268281827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111821152268281827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111821152268281827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111821152268281827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/06/find-my-way.html' title='Find my Way'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111754931950103598</id><published>2005-05-31T21:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:46.072+07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/1024/670_fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/670_fp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gee, I think I can do much this day. But all I can do is done something simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, I'm not writing my next novel or accomplishing something spectacular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All I done today is...writing an application letter and send it. Just it (besides writing my blog and... chat with... ;) u know who)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I thought this is my first step toward real awakening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hhhh, finally I can breathe the air of hope again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111754931950103598?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111754931950103598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111754931950103598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111754931950103598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111754931950103598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-step.html' title='One Step...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111743580128067004</id><published>2005-05-30T13:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:45.220+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk The Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/927_FA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/927_FA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I made up my mind to begin walk again with GOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had lost my track in the few days ago, but now I'd found it again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The road maybe hard to travel and full of dangers, but I know HE'll ease my pain and carry me through the hardest parts of the journey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After all He's my Daddy and I'm HIS little daughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111743580128067004?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111743580128067004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111743580128067004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111743580128067004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111743580128067004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/walk-path.html' title='Walk The Path'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111743341838489540</id><published>2005-05-29T13:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:45.167+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/93_fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/93_fp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rises&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;begin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;As this dull day begin, I believe GOD will shine HIS face upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And today, He remind me that HE had given HIS promises and words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And those shall not prevail, whatever circumstances that I face.&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/12962818-111743341838489540?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111743341838489540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111743341838489540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111743341838489540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111743341838489540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/hope-rises-as-new-day-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111743132314062760</id><published>2005-05-28T12:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:45.112+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dryland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/wonderland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/wonderland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been a week since this thing happen to me. Seems no door opened for me and all I can see is a dry and cold land without someone there, including GOD. I admitted that HE's been absent in my life for a week, or let say, I have been absent from HIS presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;LORD, You seems so far away,&lt;br /&gt;A million miles or more it feels today&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't lost my faith&lt;br /&gt;I must confess right now&lt;br /&gt;That it's hard for me to pray&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;But as You give the grace&lt;br /&gt;With all is in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing&lt;br /&gt;I will pray&lt;br /&gt;Even in my darkest night&lt;br /&gt;Through the sorrow and the pain&lt;br /&gt;I will sing&lt;br /&gt;I will praise&lt;br /&gt;Lift my hands to honor You&lt;br /&gt;Because Your word is true&lt;br /&gt;I will sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD it's hard for me to see all the thoughts and plans You have for me&lt;br /&gt;But I will put my trust in You&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that You have died to set me free&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;But as You give the grace&lt;br /&gt;With all is in my heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;That song renew my faith this day. Knowing that I'm precious to HIM and though I can't see and understand HIS plan these days, I should keep trusting HIM.&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/12962818-111743132314062760?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111743132314062760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111743132314062760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111743132314062760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111743132314062760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/dryland.html' title='Dryland'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111720625300229902</id><published>2005-05-27T22:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:45.059+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sea of tranquility</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/664_fp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/664_fp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do now. Lost in the midst of tranquility and problems. No one to depend on. Just walk alone in the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;Sad but noone cares....&lt;br /&gt;Am I crying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111720625300229902?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111720625300229902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111720625300229902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111720625300229902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111720625300229902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/sea-of-tranquility.html' title='sea of tranquility'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111720611413986751</id><published>2005-05-26T22:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.929+07:00</updated><title type='text'>above</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/409_fp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/409_fp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;What is the life above?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;That question came unto my mind these very days. I've read a book by Franklin Graham, the son of Billy Graham, that said Living Above The Borders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;It is one of my favorites book ever, I remember that I had to fought hard (saved my money) to buy that book, and it worth it. I got a lot of blessings from that book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;And u know what? I think I had to do the same these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fought hard to do something that I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Though my sky is dark and my future full of dark clouds, I remember one thing :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;THERE IS A LIFE ABOVE ALL BORDERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111720611413986751?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111720611413986751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111720611413986751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111720611413986751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111720611413986751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/above_26.html' title='above'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111703399636100127</id><published>2005-05-25T22:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.823+07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgotten...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/421_fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/421_fp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I felt my life like an abandoned hut, slowly ruin without noone cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do YOU forget me GOD? I am sorry if I said that, but that's why I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While my friends' life seem boosting and reach success, I still stay here and do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe YOU care more on my friends better than me, I'm sorry again if I say that, but that's what all I can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Again a closed door, just like the closed doors I once had. Nothing change. Seems like if there's a door opened or easily opened in my life, well, that's I call a miracle. Something that rarely happen in my life. Not like the others that easily blessed or get opportunities, no, my road seems bumpy and dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Had YOU forgotten me, GOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I knew YOU won't. But where are YOUR ways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't see them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111703399636100127?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111703399636100127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111703399636100127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111703399636100127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111703399636100127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/forgotten.html' title='forgotten...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111694204601525312</id><published>2005-05-24T20:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.767+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dormant Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/1581_fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/1581_fp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't know what's wrong with my life, it seems that many dreams remain dormant. I wake up this morning and face the reality that my life ain't going anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Many things that I planned and ideas that I invented stay there without any progress whatsoever. I ask GOD, why a dream that looks so perfect (in my opinion) had to waited for years before it will come true? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Why....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I felt like a ripe dandelion that ready to blown away by the wind, but there's no wind will blow it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Though I'm ready to face all kinds of situations in the future, it seems that there is no chance for me to step ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;GOD, if u want me to go and be Your ambassador, please, show me a way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Coz I can't live without YOU and out of Your track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111694204601525312?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111694204601525312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111694204601525312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111694204601525312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111694204601525312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/dormant-dreams.html' title='Dormant Dreams'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111685042452033126</id><published>2005-05-23T19:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.685+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingdom Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/princess%20of%20portugese%20empire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/princess%20of%20portugese%20empire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is a kingdom attitude?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, as far as I know, it is an attitude that you show when you are a member of a kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;For me, I admit that I haven't get used to act or behave like a kingdom member. Though through the ancient story that my father used to told me, I was in fact a princess from an ancient tribe, the Batak tribe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sounds funny and impossible, but my dad is a king's son because my grandpa is one of the Batak kings. So, I can be considered a princess, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyhow, talking about kingdoms and kingdom's manner, I reflect more on what my today Bible reading told me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me as a daughter of GOD, the King of all kings, sometimes doen't reflect my Daddy's Kingdom attitude. I don't act or behave like a true princess of Heavenly Kingdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But after this day, I realize that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am a princess of heavenly Kingdom and I should act as the member of the royal court.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So, I'll do my best and be the best princess that my Heavenly Daddy ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Sam 15:10-23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111685042452033126?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111685042452033126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111685042452033126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111685042452033126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111685042452033126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/kingdom-attitude.html' title='Kingdom Attitude'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111684736053083989</id><published>2005-05-22T18:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.632+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Ur Fave Worship Style?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/jesuschrist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/jesuschrist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every week, Christians from all over the world gathered in churches, worshipping GOD and read Bibles and hear some preachings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But what I considered important in a sermon is worship session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I knew about many style of worships, since I ever experience many kind of denominations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But a truth revealed to me is sometimes rarely to be recognized by most people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WORSHIP IS FINDING WHAT GOD'S LIKE, NOT WHAT DID YOU LIKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 5:15-21 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111684736053083989?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111684736053083989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111684736053083989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111684736053083989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111684736053083989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/whats-ur-fave-worship-style_22.html' title='What&apos;s Ur Fave Worship Style?'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111684325997803871</id><published>2005-05-21T17:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.581+07:00</updated><title type='text'>before 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/Uvs5_Card01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/Uvs5_Card01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Today I realized that I only have 9 years left before my age reach 30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Then after that I was considered an middle aged adult. What so exciting about living before 30?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well, for me, hehehe, I planned to get settle (or begin to get settle) at 30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Settle means that I will have a family and a home and I will be a successful woman where GOD calling me to be.That doesn't mean that I will spend my life just for my family and do nothing than taking care of my family, no, I mean, at that time, I believe I enter a new phase of my life as a woman. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Anyhow, GOD made me knew about this fact : that most human only live in painful years and their lives are short and dull. So, what I am going to do with my life now? Am I going to spend it in my vain and my own self ego? Or I will dare to follow GOD wherever HE leads me to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I choose to follow GOD with all my heart and life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;HOW ABOUT YOU???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genesis 47 : 1-10 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111684325997803871?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111684325997803871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111684325997803871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111684325997803871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111684325997803871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/before-30_21.html' title='before 30'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111659264840664395</id><published>2005-05-20T19:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.421+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SleepY HeaD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/towelordog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/towelordog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoaahhhmmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yawn....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's morning now but I can't help myself get out of this cozy bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoaaahhhmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think my eyes can't be open this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maybe I need to sleep more, just few more minutes, is it okay GOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yawn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"HEY!!!! WAKE UP YOU SLEEPY HEAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to wash your blankets and bedcover, now get out of your bed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yikes! I jump out from my bed and stand. Thanks GOD that's not JESUS yelling at me, but it was Mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wake up and realize that I almost sleep for 12 hours! Gee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I said a quick prayer and go to bathroom. While bathing, I think about it again :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW IF GOD YELLING AT YOU AND SAY THAT YOU ARE TOO LAZY TO DO SOMETHING, WHILE HE HAD PLANNED SO MANY GREAT THINGS TO DO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, today I promise myself that I will do great things while I can and won't stop no matter what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLUS : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will not sleep too much&lt;/span&gt;. Keep this on ur record, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111659264840664395?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111659264840664395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111659264840664395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111659264840664395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111659264840664395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleepy-head.html' title='SleepY HeaD!'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111649219023309092</id><published>2005-05-19T15:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.366+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Ur Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/776_fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/776_fp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What is this chipmunk doin'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I think he's praying before eating the cooking that he had cooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Why I'm concluding this? Because he wear the cook's hat that assures me he had cooked his meal, not buying it at restaurant or even McD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This simple pic reminds me of something, that GOD want us to do our part while we're praying. HE doesn't us to sit on our nice sofa while HE works like a servant for us. HE want us to do things together with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"ORA ET LABORA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;              or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Pray as you Work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2 Kings 20:1-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111649219023309092?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111649219023309092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111649219023309092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111649219023309092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111649219023309092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/do-ur-part.html' title='Do Ur Part'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111640030542918149</id><published>2005-05-18T14:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.314+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/535_fp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(255,255,255) 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(255,255,255) 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(255,255,255) 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(255,255,255) 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/535_fp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes life's circumstances made me feel despair. Things seems pushing me so hard that I could hardly breathe. I made mistakes and hurt myself and others. I could hardly feel GOD's presence. But today scripture reading made me realize something that most of us forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If we ask for forgiveness from GOD and from human for all wrong things we made, we will be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (especially by GOD, human? sometimes they do forgive, but some others don't). But sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it takes time to heal the wounded heart and the broken relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; that caused by those mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recently made mistakes and hurt someone. He forgave me, but our relationship seems so awkward from that time (I felt this, though he says nothing changed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It takes time to heal a wound, but I knew GOD make us going through this process because HE wants us to learn that nothing comes instant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;So does transformation, it doesn't come instant. But by process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jeremiah 33:1-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;"I will heal them and reveal to them the abundance of peace and truth." (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Jeremiah 33:6)&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/12962818-111640030542918149?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111640030542918149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111640030542918149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111640030542918149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111640030542918149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-takes-time.html' title='It Takes Time'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111632738002769787</id><published>2005-05-17T17:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:43.875+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost My Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/1024/BG09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/BG09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ever feel lost in a midst of crowd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;That's what happen to me lately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It seems that my ways turn upside down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And everyone make me feel bad about myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I need a Redeemer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I need a Peacemaker! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I need a Great Counselor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I need a Savior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I need JESUS CHRIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111632738002769787?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111632738002769787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111632738002769787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111632738002769787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111632738002769787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/lost-my-way_17.html' title='Lost My Way'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111633926018051329</id><published>2005-05-16T21:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/angelheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/angelheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The most precious gift I ever got is Salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Though sometimes I forget how precious it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Salvation is the only gift that exist even though time will end. GOD doesn't require me to pay for that. But HE only want me to give HIM my very best - my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eph 2:4-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111633926018051329?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111633926018051329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111633926018051329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111633926018051329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111633926018051329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-heart.html' title='My heart'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111633796689161681</id><published>2005-05-15T20:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.211+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/828_fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/828_fp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often ask GOD if I can have a bigger faith like a famous man/woman of GOD or involve in great ministries someday. Sounds great? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I envy how GOD can use someone so greatly though he's just an ordinary man.&lt;br /&gt;And these days I envy of everyone that seems having everything in their life easily. Such as people who get blessings easily, without striving hard to get them. Or people that don't have to do hard things to maintain their faith. Seems that they can easily get them and GOD bless them so much, but not me!&lt;br /&gt;I felt that GOD wants me to shed tears everytime I need something, it seems that in my life I'm not so lucky as those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I knew, that jealousy is bad. But my old mind think that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, today GOD said something to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's not everyone is having that is important, but what I gave you that is important!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then my mind changed and I can said to GOD :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LORD, what do you want me to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, now I'm not focusing on what everyone have in their life. I knew that to obey GOD is the focus of my life. No matter happen in the future. I will say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I will GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111633796689161681?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111633796689161681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111633796689161681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111633796689161681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111633796689161681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/future.html' title='Future...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111633745912760098</id><published>2005-05-14T20:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.161+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/1024/unchanging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/unchanging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111633745912760098?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111633745912760098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111633745912760098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111633745912760098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111633745912760098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111633531034366119</id><published>2005-05-13T20:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.111+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/320/lgpeace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/lgpeace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOD, I admitted that sometimes I just wish something happen in my life without any real actions to make it come true. I just wish that GOD will do something wonderful and I can relax on my comfort bench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My favorite author, C.S. Lewis, once said, &lt;strong&gt;"If GOD had granted all the silly prayers I've made in my life, where should I be now?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Those words punch my mind so hard that I knew that many times I wish stupid wishes without realizing that may hurt someone. &lt;strong&gt;And these days, my prayers become really dry, full of wish lists, without wanting LORD himself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Forgive me Daddy, and I want to love YOU more through prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 6:5-15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111633531034366119?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111633531034366119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111633531034366119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111633531034366119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111633531034366119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/wish.html' title='Wish...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111633186423325839</id><published>2005-05-12T19:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.059+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Free into...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/320/32292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/320/32292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the idea of jumping off to the air without any parachute or whatsoever come to my mind..., but of course I'm not planning any suicide acts! No, I'll jump if there is an assurance that something down will catch me safely, whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I felt the same, jumping off to the unclear future because I had start a new kind of relationship with someone that is so far away from me. We don't know what the future will be like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I knew that GOD want us to learn something new and wonderful through it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE reminds me that falling free to HIS hands are the best thing that assure me to going through life. &lt;strong&gt;Because HE had strecthed out HIS arms to catch me whenever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deuteronomy 33:27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111633186423325839?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111633186423325839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111633186423325839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111633186423325839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111633186423325839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/falling-free-into.html' title='Falling Free into...'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111632926502152808</id><published>2005-05-11T18:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:44.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/320/faith1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/320/faith1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the blue sky often made me think of something that thousands men on earth asking till today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When will Christ come back for the second times? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes me glad and rejoice is the fact that when HE came back, HE will grant us a white stone.&lt;br /&gt;The white stone means that HE had granted me salvation because I had believe in HIM.&lt;br /&gt;It also means that I will be awarded because I had done good things. These good things I do because I love HIM, not because those good things can save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This stone remind me that I'm completely forgiven..., no matter who I was in the past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revelation 2:12-17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111632926502152808?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111632926502152808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111632926502152808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111632926502152808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111632926502152808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/white-stone.html' title='White Stone'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111632847464378440</id><published>2005-05-10T18:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:43.936+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say No</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/640/BG051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/BG051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sometimes, when I got the answer "NO" from GOD well, honestly I got mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I had prayed and struggle for the answer "YES" and even fasted for it, then when the answer is "NO", I got absolutely dissapointed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think, "How can GOD do that after all that I've done (fast, pray, do good will, etc)?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But GOD doesn't act based on good will, fast or prayers that I devoted to HIM. Absolutely NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He acts based on HIS own will, and I knew that HIS will is the best for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Though sometimes I acted childish and begging unreasonable things from HIM, but I thank HIM for HE didn't grant all my stupid wishes, instead HE granted me things that are wise and good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Sam 12:13-23 = David beg to GOD for his son to be alive, but GOD said "NO". And David can still praise GOD after that "NO" answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In HIS will is our peace- Dante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111632847464378440?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111632847464378440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111632847464378440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111632847464378440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111632847464378440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/say-no.html' title='Say No'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12962818.post-111632727017912668</id><published>2005-05-09T17:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:21:43.824+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights My Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/1024/BG01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/5343/400/BG01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Is there a shift in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Or it just stuck the way it is without moving anywhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The long waiting days made me desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dissapointing things walk in through my life freely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Seems that everything are moving towards nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;GOD, I wish I can fly away and fulfill my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If only I can get a pair of wings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes me thrilled is the fact that HIS way are so amazing that I can't understand it with my little mind.&lt;br /&gt;Calm me with your reassurance when I'm praying for a heartfelt prayer&lt;br /&gt;Make me understand YOUR ways GOD, if I had lost my trust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 112 : 4  Unto the upright there arises light in the darkness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12962818-111632727017912668?l=mixmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/feeds/111632727017912668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12962818&amp;postID=111632727017912668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111632727017912668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12962818/posts/default/111632727017912668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/lights-my-path.html' title='Lights My Path'/><author><name>aquamarine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418011504778146522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/1017/320/mel%40t-bastian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
