<?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-2586717874218981579</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:21:16.733+07:00</updated><category term='beloved'/><category term='learn a life'/><category term='fashion-ate'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='my precious'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='happy day'/><category term='wardrobe'/><category term='love'/><category term='miss that moment'/><title type='text'>Time-Travel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-8239001651581640325</id><published>2011-06-10T15:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T15:33:35.919+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn a life'/><title type='text'>Enjoy !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We &lt;b style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;never know&lt;/b&gt; how long this &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; will lasts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;what we should do is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; it while it lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/2586717874218981579-8239001651581640325?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8239001651581640325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/06/enjoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/8239001651581640325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/8239001651581640325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/06/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy !'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-7283066807832839612</id><published>2011-05-16T13:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T08:19:06.418+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RfVeWHq5gU/TdDAtCMFTEI/AAAAAAAAATg/UJb0iXie0Bg/s1600/Picture0040+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RfVeWHq5gU/TdDAtCMFTEI/AAAAAAAAATg/UJb0iXie0Bg/s320/Picture0040+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanna say thank you for this bouquet of flower. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-7283066807832839612?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7283066807832839612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/7283066807832839612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/7283066807832839612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RfVeWHq5gU/TdDAtCMFTEI/AAAAAAAAATg/UJb0iXie0Bg/s72-c/Picture0040+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-1059259290975902814</id><published>2011-05-16T13:05:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T13:23:42.194+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy day'/><title type='text'>Birthday Blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a late posting about my birthday. It was on 19th April 2011. I should be very grateful cause I got a lot of surprises from best friends, my PPS friends ( i'm really surprised! :D ) and family. Thanks for the birthday cakes, flower, gifts, and all birthday wishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How lucky i am to have you all in my life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 1em;"="" 1em;="" ;="" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqrXbTNP9f8/TdCw_v1Lz4I/AAAAAAAAASs/G8a_LlS9jUw/s1600/my+22+birthday+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" margin-bottom:="" margin-right:=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqrXbTNP9f8/TdCw_v1Lz4I/AAAAAAAAASs/G8a_LlS9jUw/s320/my+22+birthday+%25281%2529.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 1em;"="" 1em;="" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoqNeEC6Upw/TdC2Xf4rCKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/motqx8LuqeA/s1600/IMG00530-20110421-2233+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoqNeEC6Upw/TdC2Xf4rCKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/motqx8LuqeA/s320/IMG00530-20110421-2233+copy.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love to share this happiness with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFEB94CXKLQ/TdC5KJgePNI/AAAAAAAAATU/LNUkYDbbt0Q/s1600/IMG00519-20110419-2056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFEB94CXKLQ/TdC5KJgePNI/AAAAAAAAATU/LNUkYDbbt0Q/s400/IMG00519-20110419-2056.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A friend of mine, gave me this, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LjLoitGaDTU/TdC7-guVxlI/AAAAAAAAATY/wOQ7xprfaBg/s1600/IMG00514-20110419-1940+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LjLoitGaDTU/TdC7-guVxlI/AAAAAAAAATY/wOQ7xprfaBg/s400/IMG00514-20110419-1940+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PO9W6shSuVY/TdC9gfZGgmI/AAAAAAAAATc/0cYSJv-mrfY/s1600/217195_10150164808369591_791074590_6533716_7971539_n+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PO9W6shSuVY/TdC9gfZGgmI/AAAAAAAAATc/0cYSJv-mrfY/s400/217195_10150164808369591_791074590_6533716_7971539_n+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankies dear my PPS friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was so Happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2586717874218981579-1059259290975902814?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1059259290975902814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/05/birthday-blast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/1059259290975902814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/1059259290975902814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/05/birthday-blast.html' title='Birthday Blast'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqrXbTNP9f8/TdCw_v1Lz4I/AAAAAAAAASs/G8a_LlS9jUw/s72-c/my+22+birthday+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-6919279247736432813</id><published>2011-05-15T04:06:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T04:17:14.404+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn a life'/><title type='text'>What You Hate is Sometimes What You Get.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, i'm working at an owned-state bank in Indonesia with trainee status still on my ID card. Honestly, i never like anything about economy, or accounting, or money market, trading or whatever it is. When i was in high school, my economy and accounting lesson got bad grade. I really hate that lesson! Really really sick of it. But now, look, i have to learn more about that things, and will get used to know about all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's hard for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not interested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's so difficult to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, even i almost never read news about economy or finance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, why did you choose to work at a bank?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because the prosperity? the prestige? the salary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of them. I think other people have the same reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realize now, you're not always get what you like.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ause what you hate is sometimes what you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All you have to do is start to learn to like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-6919279247736432813?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6919279247736432813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-you-hate-is-sometimes-what-you-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/6919279247736432813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/6919279247736432813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-you-hate-is-sometimes-what-you-get.html' title='What You Hate is Sometimes What You Get.'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-1352880698185614453</id><published>2011-05-01T07:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:55:21.124+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Too Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yaMVcLKPSw0/TbyvkaoWQQI/AAAAAAAAASo/EHkCN9i7CaE/s1600/loves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yaMVcLKPSw0/TbyvkaoWQQI/AAAAAAAAASo/EHkCN9i7CaE/s320/loves.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love is so funny when you get hurt and you're starting to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just standing alone now figuring why everything was going so fast&lt;br /&gt;and all you've wanted was someone and love will take care for the rest&lt;br /&gt;like I can do...like I want to...for so long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Love is a puzzle and all you need is someone just to figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;don't look away babe cause u know I always be willing to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'll wait you right here babe cause I know that baby I'm not fooling around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;baby I want you...just only you...for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Baby, I know what you feel and I'm so inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;honey, if you let me with you I'll fix you right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;So Right....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;We might as well go on together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;cause baby I can love you better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;if you realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I know that you're sad babe and all you need is love but love was not easy to find&lt;br /&gt;don't look far now cause you know I always be waiting in front&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be here even though I know you always left me behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Baby I want you...just only you...for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I want to love, hold, give you all the care that you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;relax baby when you're with me cause I'll be the one who holds you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;tonight, baby when we're together, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;this feeling will take you further and you'll be alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;------music for sale - so right------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;This song is too sweet. But i know, i miss that feeling, i miss that time, i miss that moment. Am i ready to fall in love again ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&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/2586717874218981579-1352880698185614453?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1352880698185614453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/05/too-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/1352880698185614453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/1352880698185614453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/05/too-sweet.html' title='Too Sweet'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yaMVcLKPSw0/TbyvkaoWQQI/AAAAAAAAASo/EHkCN9i7CaE/s72-c/loves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-3721063773718063164</id><published>2011-01-21T22:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:05:08.302+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>You're Not Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTmgRFD-9CI/AAAAAAAAASA/kWt-dcf83Fs/s1600/tumblr_lf8yg4xX9J1qbzrzso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTmgRFD-9CI/AAAAAAAAASA/kWt-dcf83Fs/s400/tumblr_lf8yg4xX9J1qbzrzso1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hey you, &lt;b&gt;you're not alone&lt;/b&gt;. I promise. You can count on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Smile, cause it looks good on you. Okay ? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-3721063773718063164?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3721063773718063164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-not-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/3721063773718063164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/3721063773718063164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-not-alone.html' title='You&apos;re Not Alone'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTmgRFD-9CI/AAAAAAAAASA/kWt-dcf83Fs/s72-c/tumblr_lf8yg4xX9J1qbzrzso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-3225134519359600803</id><published>2011-01-16T03:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T03:26:18.210+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>My Longest Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was in Bali from 27th November 2010 'till 28th December 2010. Oh wow, that was my longest holiday ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup, my sister and her family took my mom and me to follow her stay in Bali for a month. OF COURSE, I was so excited. After struggling for final project, finally I got my holiday! Yippikayey. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And what can I say ? Yes baby, Bali is so &lt;b&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;EXOTIC&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;These are some interesting places that I visited in Bali :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 1. &lt;b&gt;Canggu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Located 20 minutes north of Seminyak along the coast, Canggu has rice fields that come right down to the beach. Its quiet, it was cheap, very local and offers lovely views of rice fields as opposed to cement in Seminyak. People want to rent a luxury villa in the rice fields and be close to the beach, rather than rent a box in a 4-storey hotel. Luckily, my sister has a villa in Canggu, so I can look over the wall of the bathroom and see the rice fields. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHiFYiOrEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Disjg4Rxxvw/s1600/IMG00643-20101127-1726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHiFYiOrEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Disjg4Rxxvw/s200/IMG00643-20101127-1726.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHiXLEdmjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/V5pScNhyM0M/s1600/IMG00646-20101128-0803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHiXLEdmjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/V5pScNhyM0M/s200/IMG00646-20101128-0803.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 2. &lt;b&gt;Rock Bar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Rock Bar, a part of the Ayana Resort located in Jimbaran, is literally served straight up on the rocks, with the Bali waves crashing against them. The Rock Bar truly leaves a lasting impression and it’s one of the best places in Bali to view the beautiful sunset! What makes it unique is the outdoor elevator that takes you down onto the rocks. Cool, right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHlLAZud7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/bSwrV-db4QQ/s1600/IMG00710-20101201-1730.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHlLAZud7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/bSwrV-db4QQ/s200/IMG00710-20101201-1730.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHlT6iEOJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gHO_siVhNY4/s1600/IMG00712-20101201-1731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHlT6iEOJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gHO_siVhNY4/s200/IMG00712-20101201-1731.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTIBqNwTSnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/DMEvEDA7WeQ/s1600/IMG00714-20101201-1753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTIBqNwTSnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/DMEvEDA7WeQ/s200/IMG00714-20101201-1753.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHnzZ0F9rI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G0tonTOoItk/s1600/IMG00723-20101201-1834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHnzZ0F9rI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G0tonTOoItk/s200/IMG00723-20101201-1834.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3. &lt;b&gt;Kumala Beach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This white-sandy beach &lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;is located at the very edge of Legian Beach. &lt;/span&gt;Only a short walk from nearby shops and restaurants while Kuta centre is less than 10 minutes drive away. Yes, it's one of the best places to relish the calming sunset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHmqjjGDCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CmUgfG5qZhI/s1600/clip101204074507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHmqjjGDCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CmUgfG5qZhI/s200/clip101204074507.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHmuGh5zlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iSpXRbezasg/s1600/76749_10150331943950176_868965175_16151263_3595376_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHmuGh5zlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iSpXRbezasg/s200/76749_10150331943950176_868965175_16151263_3595376_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_790069580"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_790069581"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4. &lt;b&gt;Jimbaran Beach and Seafood Restaurant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Jimbaran is known as the seafood capital of Bali with literally hundreds of seafood restaurants located right on the beach. I think Pandan Sari Cafe Seafood Reastaurant is recommended, because they present you an authentic ingredients and the fish is                            grilled on fresh condition. This is also a wonderful place to watch the sunset.                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHvG4jtFHI/AAAAAAAAARI/eRVpcIa3Xs0/s1600/jimbaran.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHvG4jtFHI/AAAAAAAAARI/eRVpcIa3Xs0/s200/jimbaran.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHuCEcNXBI/AAAAAAAAARE/jJeeaORQCJw/s1600/IMG00872-20101207-1813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHuCEcNXBI/AAAAAAAAARE/jJeeaORQCJw/s200/IMG00872-20101207-1813.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 5. &lt;b&gt;Swimming Pool Area @ Hard Rock Hotel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The biggest swimming pool in Kuta. There's the pool bar, beach volleyball and surf lessons on the sand island surrounding the pool. Impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHxXFl_N6I/AAAAAAAAARM/xvTGrUfsBY0/s1600/IMG00793-20101204-1302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHxXFl_N6I/AAAAAAAAARM/xvTGrUfsBY0/s200/IMG00793-20101204-1302.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHxz6GlnjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/A0xHSirnp-A/s1600/IMG00794-20101204-1303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHxz6GlnjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/A0xHSirnp-A/s200/IMG00794-20101204-1303.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 6. &lt;b&gt;Tanah Lot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;The temple of Tanah Lot stands on a rocky island just off the southwest coast of Bali. One of Bali's most sacred sea temples, Tanah Lot is dedicated to the guardian spirits of the sea. The temple itself is not accessible to visitors, but magnificent views can be had from a variety of points nearby. Naturally, there are plenty of souvenir shops and cafes with a view to keep you well-supplied while doing so, hehe.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTICVuQVZ_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/rbTkpQnn_Lk/s1600/IMG00406-20101213-1615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTICVuQVZ_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/rbTkpQnn_Lk/s200/IMG00406-20101213-1615.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHzGNhzACI/AAAAAAAAARY/Zua-raSENzc/s1600/IMG00926-20101213-1413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHzGNhzACI/AAAAAAAAARY/Zua-raSENzc/s200/IMG00926-20101213-1413.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 7. &lt;b&gt;Bedugul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Bedugul is a tourist area that offers several tourist objects that can be visited such as Bedugul Botanical Gardens, strawberry garden, big lake, and natural&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;attraction&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt; such as Treetop.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;So cold in this place, like in Puncak Pas. :)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTH3BwjZcGI/AAAAAAAAARg/jFkmZxQrq2U/s1600/2783681621_2e82c42bc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTH3BwjZcGI/AAAAAAAAARg/jFkmZxQrq2U/s200/2783681621_2e82c42bc2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTH3KcqR_vI/AAAAAAAAARk/NBE52q-pGmE/s1600/tik_dgk_treetop_small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTH3KcqR_vI/AAAAAAAAARk/NBE52q-pGmE/s200/tik_dgk_treetop_small.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 8. &lt;b&gt;Tanjung Benoa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Tanjung Benoa&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;located in north of Nusa Dua, is the almost exclusive home of luxury hotels,                  private villas, fine restaurants, open-air cafes and water sports                  facilities. The shape of the beach, makes Tanjung Benoa                  perfect for water sports like snorkeling,                  diving, windsurfing, water skiing, powerboats, banana boats , donut boats, and                  reef fishing. You should try the donut boat, it's soooooooooo fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTH4BDy_W7I/AAAAAAAAARo/QNP3eOaIwsI/s1600/IMG01047-20101222-1652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTH4BDy_W7I/AAAAAAAAARo/QNP3eOaIwsI/s200/IMG01047-20101222-1652.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTH5ldLB_bI/AAAAAAAAARs/-Cp31rVxwTQ/s1600/fly_fish_tanjungbenoa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTH5ldLB_bI/AAAAAAAAARs/-Cp31rVxwTQ/s200/fly_fish_tanjungbenoa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 9. &lt;b&gt;Ubud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ubud is he best place to use as a base if you're visiting Bali; if you're looking for culture, comfort, nature and inspiration. Ubud is surrounded by most of the things that bring people to Bali like scenic rice fields, small villages, art and craft communities, ancient temples, palaces, rivers, cheap accommodation and unique luxury hotels. Neighbouring villages are well known for unique bamboo crafts and furniture, wood and stone carving and many other crafts. Bebek Bengil is the famous crispy duck restaurant, so delicious, I tried it before. Yummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTH8gUcffLI/AAAAAAAAARw/VFhAJJBBB2w/s1600/ubud-art-market_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTH8gUcffLI/AAAAAAAAARw/VFhAJJBBB2w/s200/ubud-art-market_1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTH8ketlG_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/B5ftDa9lnjo/s1600/bebek-bengil-p-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTH8ketlG_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/B5ftDa9lnjo/s200/bebek-bengil-p-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 10. And other places like Mang Engking Sundanese Restaurant, Ayam Taliwang Kuta, Waterbom Kuta, Seminyak Square, Pererenan Beach, Echo Beach, and Bali Deli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i love Bali, how about you ? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-3225134519359600803?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3225134519359600803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-longest-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/3225134519359600803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/3225134519359600803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-longest-holiday.html' title='My Longest Holiday'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TTHiFYiOrEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Disjg4Rxxvw/s72-c/IMG00643-20101127-1726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-4990217533077394462</id><published>2010-11-21T16:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:41:04.203+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Conceited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE TO ACT CONCEITED ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having or showing an excessively high opinion of oneself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking to be superior, better than anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HATE IT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-4990217533077394462?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4990217533077394462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/conceited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/4990217533077394462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/4990217533077394462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/conceited.html' title='Conceited'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-7303047748062056833</id><published>2010-11-21T15:40:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:07:30.054+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Has its Own Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TOjfqEFckzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/deX4PMdn2ck/s1600/love+of+time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TOjfqEFckzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/deX4PMdn2ck/s320/love+of+time.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How i deal with love is how i deal with myself. If i fall in love with another, and he falls in love                        with me, but then love chooses to leave, i should not try to                        reclaim it or to assess blame, let it go. I believe there is a reason                        and there is a meaning behind it. I will know it in time. All i can do is try to accept it for all its mystery when                        it comes into my life. Feel the way it fills me to overflowing,                        then reach out and give it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn a lot of things from the past. I should say thanks to those who left because they taught me that nothing lasts forever. Now, i am not interested to make a relationship. I just want to live and rule myself alone. Enjoying my time alone. Getting busy with many activities and work. I guess it will be more fun. Even though i know sometimes i need someone to rely on, someone to share stories and ideas, and someone to understand me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this, and keep it to my heart. &lt;b&gt;Love has its                        own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming                        and going&lt;/b&gt;. I can not bribe it or coerce it, or reason it                        into saying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-7303047748062056833?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7303047748062056833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-has-its-own-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/7303047748062056833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/7303047748062056833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-has-its-own-time.html' title='Love Has its Own Time'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TOjfqEFckzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/deX4PMdn2ck/s72-c/love+of+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-977826138240690850</id><published>2010-11-21T14:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:56:12.845+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn a life'/><title type='text'>Life is in Motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe it’s time to look in the mirror, suck it up, and get past the delusion. It’s hard for anyone who is dissatisfied not to blame someone else, and especially the people nearest of all to them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We’re all moving forward, life is in motion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TOjOgeYnVEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hjRQg_aWmOc/s1600/motion.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TOjOgeYnVEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hjRQg_aWmOc/s1600/motion.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You failed, it’s ok.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Try again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-977826138240690850?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/977826138240690850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-in-motion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/977826138240690850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/977826138240690850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-in-motion.html' title='Life is in Motion'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TOjOgeYnVEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hjRQg_aWmOc/s72-c/motion.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-239063387976409629</id><published>2010-11-11T08:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T08:23:35.851+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Waiting For A Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNtFM3CovRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1cvBFfexRK4/s1600/tumblr_l60krvCcpA1qa31ue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNtFM3CovRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1cvBFfexRK4/s400/tumblr_l60krvCcpA1qa31ue.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I am waiting for a train.&lt;br /&gt;But the train is yet to come pick me up. &lt;br /&gt;Will i wait a lonely lifetime&amp;nbsp;?&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to, i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-239063387976409629?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/239063387976409629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/waiting-for-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/239063387976409629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/239063387976409629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/waiting-for-train.html' title='Waiting For A Train'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNtFM3CovRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1cvBFfexRK4/s72-c/tumblr_l60krvCcpA1qa31ue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-8178226337465112622</id><published>2010-11-11T00:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T08:20:25.337+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Between Heart and Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would you go with your mind ? Or would you listen to your heart ? Could you draw the line &lt;b&gt;between heart and mind&lt;/b&gt; ? It's so hard to find the balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm pretty sure that all of us had through this situation. When your mind says "Who cares?", but your heart whispers "Yes, i do". When your mind says "No, i don't want", but your heart tells "Yes, i need it". When your mind says "Let go", but your heart says "Hold on". When your mind says "I'm okay", but your heart shouts "Hey, i feel so bad, don't you see that ?". Why people keep their feeling deep inside and try to hide what they really want to ? Maybe there are some reasons and considerations for their own sake, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNrb_NwWbjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kRGpJKTwfVA/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNrb_NwWbjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kRGpJKTwfVA/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can feel it too. Just because i ignore some people doesn't mean i don't care. But they will never know if i never show it, right ? I see this thing as a conflict between mind and heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, should we listen to our irrational but happy heart, or our sensible but impersonal mind? The answer is to listen to both. Just try to &lt;b&gt;think the consequences for both sides&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-8178226337465112622?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8178226337465112622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/between-heart-and-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/8178226337465112622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/8178226337465112622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/between-heart-and-mind.html' title='Between Heart and Mind'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNrb_NwWbjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kRGpJKTwfVA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-6613546905287688773</id><published>2010-11-10T23:27:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:42:29.844+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>I Hate This Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you’re eager to reach something you want, but you trapped in the wrong way, what would you do? When you feel very disappointed because you failed, and you know there's no possibilities to get it back, what would you do? Deeply sad. Feeling down. Yes, it’s true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had been led on the wrong path. I feel regret but it already happened. I have to try so hard to get everything back to normal even though I know it’s not easy and will take long time. I’m not so sure that everything will be right again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always blame myself of this. I also blame them. I blame everyone. I know it means nothing if I always try to regret and blame because life is move forward as it should be. I just feel tired to deal with those things. &lt;b&gt;I’m mad at myself but I can’t do anything&lt;/b&gt;. There are still other problems that I have to overcome. Can I have time to let myself happy without those problems? Oh, i wish i can control my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe some people will not take it seriously, but for me, it’s different. I realized that everyone has their own patience for how long they can survive and struggle. And I completely know that God will not give us obstacles beyond our ability to handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can’t tell those problems to my friends. It’s just too complicated. I’ve tried this to the closest people but it didn’t help. Even they can’t understand what I feel inside. Or maybe I’m just overreacted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t know, I’m just tired of being tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And &lt;b&gt;I hate this situation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-6613546905287688773?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6613546905287688773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hate-this-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/6613546905287688773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/6613546905287688773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hate-this-situation.html' title='I Hate This Situation'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-1636632788803815684</id><published>2010-11-10T21:18:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:51:42.448+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn a life'/><title type='text'>Life Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The hardest thing to learn in life is let something go. There's time when it has to go, leave you there standing and only staring at it. Even when you're the one who take that decision. To let go a part of your life. You always think that was a perfect decision to make, the best choice you can do to continue your life. You just think about it inside your mind, down to your heart. You think it might be a good lesson to have. The one that makes you more mature because you dare to make a big changes in your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's NOT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only you thought. How could you say that everything is okay when your heart broken into pieces. How could you pretend nothing happen when it left a big whole in your heart. You might feel okay in 3 day after but next you're not sure what's going to happen. When you wake up and realize there's nothing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is not only about you and your feeling. It includes another person feeling and another person life. You are the one who control your life, but you're not lived alone in this world. Trying to let someone or something go may affect your surrounding. You need to think about them as well as yours. Do they agree with your decision or they might be have a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because giving up what you really love doesn't mean you're mature enough. It's not a sign that you growing up and accept that life is not only what you want to have. &lt;b&gt;Giving up and letting go are a life changing experience&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-1636632788803815684?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1636632788803815684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-changing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/1636632788803815684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/1636632788803815684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-changing.html' title='Life Changing'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-609637812329349775</id><published>2010-11-10T01:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:32:32.081+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Boredom Killer</title><content type='html'>Hey, i created some avatars (of me). Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNmNHuH0sII/AAAAAAAAAO8/CkaCE_MPGuY/s1600/_1289324353_735.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNmNHuH0sII/AAAAAAAAAO8/CkaCE_MPGuY/s1600/_1289324353_735.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNmNNJEhDcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/D43E2Cbdkgs/s1600/_1289324667_608.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNmNNJEhDcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/D43E2Cbdkgs/s1600/_1289324667_608.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNmNc0riIkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/90ZPd9sMgZI/s1600/_1289324906_902.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNmNc0riIkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/90ZPd9sMgZI/s1600/_1289324906_902.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNmN7ORsx9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/YGjyClFSZZc/s1600/_1289325214_928.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNmN7ORsx9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/YGjyClFSZZc/s1600/_1289325214_928.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNmOoS3qR8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tNdMF5ZWhkE/s1600/_1289326216_285.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNmOoS3qR8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tNdMF5ZWhkE/s1600/_1289326216_285.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNmOthuk7NI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1MP_u6g7D9I/s1600/_1289325694_30.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNmOthuk7NI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1MP_u6g7D9I/s1600/_1289325694_30.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"&gt;This is funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-609637812329349775?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/609637812329349775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/boredom-killer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/609637812329349775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/609637812329349775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/boredom-killer.html' title='Boredom Killer'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNmNHuH0sII/AAAAAAAAAO8/CkaCE_MPGuY/s72-c/_1289324353_735.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-6073564070285259097</id><published>2010-11-07T19:47:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:30:12.973+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss that moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy day'/><title type='text'>It's called, Graduation !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I felt so excited about the G-Day. Yes, it’s &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Graduation Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It was October 23rd 2010 @ GSG IT Telkom. I had prepared every single thing, including my turquoise kebaya and booked the beautician for my make-up (cause I’m not good enough to do it by myself). My mom was busy to match what she was going to wear on that day, including the veil. Even my brother asked me about the ‘batik’ shirt that he was going to choose. It’s funny, for me, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At that moment, I didn’t know what to say whether I have to feel happy or sad. So happy because I was inaugurated as a bachelor—Informatics degree. So happy because finally I can make my parents and family proud of me. And again, I was so happy to see my friends shared the happiness with their family too—what a touching moment. Especially when we were waiting our names called to the stage, it must be a pleasure. Oh I forgot, FYI, there were so many cum laude students , I felt little bit ashamed among them. “This is ‘A’ with cum laude predicate, “This is ‘B’ with cum laude predicate”, This is ‘C’ with cum laude predicate, Oh, I’m tired of giving applause, haha. However, I’m proud of them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could see my dad standing right to me. He would give me a hug and say “Congratulation, my dear” . But it’s okay, cause I know you always smile for me. This is for you, Dad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNagVizfliI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CukRAXDYR8w/s1600/graduation%21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNagVizfliI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CukRAXDYR8w/s400/graduation%21.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;br /&gt;And we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now&lt;br /&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school? -Vitamin C.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now, I realized that, wow, I still miss this university. I still miss my friends— housemate, classmate, lab’s crew, (Do I have to mention ex too ? Haha). Really, I still miss to get a college student life again. Staying awake in the middle of the night, chit-chat and laugh about anything (also gossiping), feel free because your mommy not watching you, humppff, miss that moment. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&amp;nbsp; I should not feel like graduation is the end of everything.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt; It’s just a beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I have to prepare for the 'real world', to face the bigger challenges in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about friendship,&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound. I keep thinking that it’s not goodbye. We will still be friends forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-6073564070285259097?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6073564070285259097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-called-graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/6073564070285259097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/6073564070285259097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-called-graduation.html' title='It&apos;s called, Graduation !'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/TNagVizfliI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CukRAXDYR8w/s72-c/graduation%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-5639158813403519548</id><published>2010-03-27T19:24:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:24:59.045+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion-ate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wardrobe'/><title type='text'>My First Set in Polyvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/photograph_class/set?.embedder=1453966&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=17238048"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photograph Class" border="4" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjVnSUFBSmc1M3hHSzlIVzBfWmpmYWcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Photograph Class" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/photograph_class/set?.embedder=1453966&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=17238048"&gt;Photograph Class&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.embedder=1453966&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1453966"&gt;always_cha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/vonzipper_sunglasses/shop?brand=VonZipper&amp;amp;category_id=57"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: small;"&gt;Polyvore&lt;/span&gt; is a social site that helps you make interactive &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3"&gt;fashion&lt;/span&gt; collages of with product photos and other picts. I like to browse on the internet. For me to spend more than an hour there, a site has to be absolutely &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: small;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;, and Polyvore is just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This website is filled with eye candy. You can make your own outfits with gorgeous designer items, or just show everyone what you're going to wear on Saturday Night. Creating a collage is a simple as dragging and dropping products into your "set". Each group of items (that is called sets) is interactive and by mousing over any one item in the set you can see a short description of it. With Polyvore i can imagine if i am an editor&amp;nbsp; of fashion magz. &lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: small;"&gt;It's FUN !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/2586717874218981579-5639158813403519548?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5639158813403519548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-set-in-polyvore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/5639158813403519548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/5639158813403519548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-set-in-polyvore.html' title='My First Set in Polyvore'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586717874218981579.post-7372638220113451253</id><published>2010-02-25T00:14:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:23:52.646+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my precious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><title type='text'>Missing Father-Daughter Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad, i want you to know what i feel. Ive been trying to be the best for you even though i know i can't , just be your good little girl.&lt;br /&gt;Dad, i want you to know my feeling. I miss the times we used to laugh, and i miss your smile. I miss our times, just father-daughter time. I have a nice hug for you, even though is not as warm as yours for me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm just MISSING everything about you. I'm sorry i made so many mistakes. I wish i could make you happy and proud for me ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;i &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; you, dad ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know you're smiling at me from heaven now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/S4Vcql2dWXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JqT_2daChw0/s1600-h/papa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/S4Vcql2dWXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JqT_2daChw0/s200/papa.jpg" width="120" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/S4Vd1U_8wlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SugUPrXJAeE/s320/DSC07176.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586717874218981579-7372638220113451253?l=carribeanhazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7372638220113451253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing-father-daughter-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/7372638220113451253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586717874218981579/posts/default/7372638220113451253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carribeanhazel.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing-father-daughter-time.html' title='Missing Father-Daughter Time'/><author><name>Fauziah Chairunnisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357900392182107106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5K-VSVD5r8/TdCyoTBwfzI/AAAAAAAAASw/IEpoV95-WX0/s220/hhhhh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2iEaNF-xt4/S4Vcql2dWXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JqT_2daChw0/s72-c/papa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
