<?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-2799471522284259976</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:50:27.108+07:00</updated><category term='Indonesia'/><category term='pengalaman'/><category term='school'/><category term='precious moment'/><category term='blog'/><category term='God'/><category term='hari-hari yang membosankan'/><title type='text'>a little eagle's diary</title><subtitle type='html'>unperfect girl with my perfect God :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-4848168891697238662</id><published>2010-10-07T14:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:23:49.415+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Those Who Pray For Us</title><content type='html'>A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island. The two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agree that they had no other recourse but to pray to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its fruit. The other man's parcel of land remained barren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of the island, there was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island. The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island. He considered the other man unworthy to receive God's blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from&lt;br /&gt;heaven booming, "Why are you leaving your companion on the island?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for&lt;br /&gt;them," the first man answered. "His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are mistaken!" the voice rebuked him. "He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me," the first man asked the voice, "what did he pray for that I should owe him anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He prayed that all your prayers be answered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers&lt;br /&gt;alone, but those of another praying for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-4848168891697238662?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/4848168891697238662/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=4848168891697238662' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/4848168891697238662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/4848168891697238662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2010/10/those-who-pray-for-us.html' title='Those Who Pray For Us'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-1847581738872901599</id><published>2010-10-07T14:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:14:48.528+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Jesus paid the price :)</title><content type='html'>The Enemy of the world, Satan, was on the side of life's road with a very large cage. The man coming towards him noticed that it was crammed full of people of every kind, young, old, from every race and nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did you get these people?" the man asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, from all over the world," Satan replied. "I lure them with drink, drugs, lust, lies, anger, hate, love of money and all manner of things. I pretend I'm their friend, out to give them a good time, then when I've hooked them, into the cage they go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what are you going to do with them now?" asked the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan grinned. "I'm going to prod them, provoke them, get them to hate and destroy each other; I'll stir up racial hatred, defiance of law and order; I'll make people bored, lonely, dissatisfied, confused and restless. It's easy. People will always listen to what I offer them and blame God for the outcome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then what?" the man asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who do not destroy themselves, I will destroy. None will escape me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man stepped forward. "Can I buy these people from you?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan snarled, "Yes, but it will cost you your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jesus Christ, the Son of God, paid for your release, your freedom from Satan's trap, with His own life, on the cross at Calvary. The door is open, and anyone, whom Satan has deceived and caged, can be set free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-1847581738872901599?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/1847581738872901599/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=1847581738872901599' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/1847581738872901599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/1847581738872901599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2010/10/jesus-paid-price.html' title='Jesus paid the price :)'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-2115896356447093217</id><published>2010-10-07T14:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:06:55.297+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Heart</title><content type='html'>"Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began, "I'll open up your heart..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon looked up, annoyed "I'll cut your heart open," he continued to see how much damage has been done..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But when you open up my heart, you'll find Jesus in there," said the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly. "When I see how much damage has been done, I'll sew your heart and chest back up, and I'll plan what to do next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you'll find Jesus in my heart. The Bible says He lives there. The hymns all say He lives there. You'll find Him in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon had had enough. "I'll tell you what I'll find in your heart. I'll find damaged muscle, low blood supply, and weakened vessels. And I'll find out if I can make you well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes from the surgery, "...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein, widespread muscle degeneration. No hope for transplant, no hope for cure. Therapy: painkillers and bed rest. Prognosis:, " here he paused, "death within one year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud. "Why did You do this? You've put him here; You've put him in this pain; and You've cursed him to an early death. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord answered and said, "The boy, My lamb, was not meant for your flock for long, for he is a part of My flock, and will forever be. Here, in My flock, he will feel no pain, and will be comforted as you cannot imagine. His parents will one day join him here, and they will know peace, and My flock will continue to grow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter. "You created that boy, and You created that heart. He'll be dead in months. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord answered, "The boy, My lamb, shall return to My flock, for He has Done his duty: I did not put My lamb with your flock to lose him, but to retrieve another lost lamb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon wept.. The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents sat across from him. The boy awoke and whispered, "Did you cut open my heart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said the surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you find?" asked the boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I found Jesus there," said the surgeon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-2115896356447093217?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/2115896356447093217/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=2115896356447093217' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/2115896356447093217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/2115896356447093217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2010/10/heart.html' title='The Heart'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-3160480959904885927</id><published>2010-10-07T13:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:58:09.694+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>whose hands?</title><content type='html'>A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.&lt;br /&gt;A basketball in Michael Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million.&lt;br /&gt;It depends on whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.&lt;br /&gt;A baseball in Mark McGuire's hands is worth $19 million.&lt;br /&gt;It depends on whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tennis racket is useless in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;A tennis racket in Venus Williams' hands is a Wimbledon Championship.&lt;br /&gt;It depends on whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal.&lt;br /&gt;A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.&lt;br /&gt;It depends on whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy.&lt;br /&gt;A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.&lt;br /&gt;It depends on whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two fish and five loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;Two fish and five loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands.&lt;br /&gt;It depends on whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse.&lt;br /&gt;Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will produce salvation for the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;It depends on whose hands it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see now it depends whose hands it's in. So put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, your families and your relationships in God's Hands because ... it depends on Whose Hands it's in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-3160480959904885927?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/3160480959904885927/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=3160480959904885927' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/3160480959904885927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/3160480959904885927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2010/10/whose-hands.html' title='whose hands?'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-3079907020506140939</id><published>2010-10-07T13:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:51:35.716+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>When I say "I am a Christian"</title><content type='html'>When I say..."I am a Christian" &lt;br /&gt;I'm not shouting, "I am saved" &lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering, "I was lost" &lt;br /&gt;That is why I chose this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say..."I am a Christian" &lt;br /&gt;I don't speak of this with pride. &lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble &lt;br /&gt;And need someone to be my guide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say..."I am a Christian" &lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be strong. &lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak &lt;br /&gt;And pray for strength to carry on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say..."I am a Christian" &lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging of success. &lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting I have failed &lt;br /&gt;And cannot ever pay the debt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say..."I am a Christian" &lt;br /&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect, &lt;br /&gt;My flaws are all too visible, &lt;br /&gt;But God believes I'm worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say..."I am a Christian" &lt;br /&gt;I still feel the sting of pain &lt;br /&gt;I have my share of heartaches &lt;br /&gt;Which is why I speak His name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say..."I am a Christian" &lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to judge. &lt;br /&gt;I have no authority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only know I'm loved. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-3079907020506140939?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/3079907020506140939/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=3079907020506140939' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/3079907020506140939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/3079907020506140939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-i-say-i-am-christian.html' title='When I say &quot;I am a Christian&quot;'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-2551840407051332778</id><published>2010-10-07T13:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:47:28.534+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>THE INTERVIEW WITH GOD</title><content type='html'>I dreamed I had an interview with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So you would like to interview me?” God asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you have the time” I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiled. “My time is eternity.”&lt;br /&gt;“What questions do you have in mind for me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What surprises you most about humankind?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered...&lt;br /&gt;“That they get bored with childhood,&lt;br /&gt;they rush to grow up, and then &lt;br /&gt;long to be children again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That they lose their health to make money...&lt;br /&gt;and then lose their money to restore their health.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That by thinking anxiously about the future, &lt;br /&gt;they forget the present, &lt;br /&gt;such that they live in neither &lt;br /&gt;the present nor the future.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That they live as if they will never die, &lt;br /&gt;and die as though they had never lived.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s hand took mine&lt;br /&gt;and we were silent for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I asked...&lt;br /&gt;“As a parent, what are some of life’s lessons &lt;br /&gt;you want your children to learn?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn they cannot make anyone &lt;br /&gt;love them. All they can do &lt;br /&gt;is let themselves be loved.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn that it is not good &lt;br /&gt;to compare themselves to others.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn to forgive&lt;br /&gt;by practicing forgiveness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn that it only takes a few seconds &lt;br /&gt;to open profound wounds in those they love, &lt;br /&gt;and it can take many years to heal them.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn that a rich person &lt;br /&gt;is not one who has the most,&lt;br /&gt;but is one who needs the least.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn that there are people &lt;br /&gt;who love them dearly, &lt;br /&gt;but simply have not yet learned &lt;br /&gt;how to express or show their feelings.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn that two people can &lt;br /&gt;look at the same thing &lt;br /&gt;and see it differently.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To learn that it is not enough that they &lt;br /&gt;forgive one another, but they must also forgive themselves.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for your time," I said humbly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anything else &lt;br /&gt;you would like your children to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiled and said, &lt;br /&gt;“Just know that I am here... always.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I copied this stories from boardofwisdom)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-2551840407051332778?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/2551840407051332778/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=2551840407051332778' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/2551840407051332778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/2551840407051332778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2010/10/interview-with-god.html' title='THE INTERVIEW WITH GOD'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-6457918547445467061</id><published>2010-10-07T13:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:35:14.644+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>you're never alone</title><content type='html'>A teenage girl about 17 had gone to&lt;br /&gt;visit some friends one evening and&lt;br /&gt;time passed quickly as each shared&lt;br /&gt;their various experiences of the&lt;br /&gt;past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up staying longer than&lt;br /&gt;planned, and had to walk home alone.&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't afraid because it was a&lt;br /&gt;small town and she lived only a few&lt;br /&gt;blocks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walked along under the tall elm&lt;br /&gt;trees , Diane asked God to keep her&lt;br /&gt;safe from harm and danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she reached the alley, which was&lt;br /&gt;a short cut to her house, she decided&lt;br /&gt;to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, halfway down the alley she&lt;br /&gt;noticed a man standing at the end as&lt;br /&gt;though he were waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became uneasy and began to pray,&lt;br /&gt;asking for God's protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly a comforting feeling of&lt;br /&gt;quietness and security wrapped round&lt;br /&gt;her, she felt as though someone was&lt;br /&gt;walking with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she reached the end of the alley,&lt;br /&gt;she walked right past the man and&lt;br /&gt;arrived home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, she read in the&lt;br /&gt;newspaper that a young girl had been&lt;br /&gt;raped in the same alley just twenty&lt;br /&gt;minutes after she had been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that it could have been&lt;br /&gt;her, she began to weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking the Lord for her safety and&lt;br /&gt;to help this young woman, she decided&lt;br /&gt;to go to the police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt she could recognize the man,&lt;br /&gt;so she told them her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police asked her if she would be&lt;br /&gt;willing to look at a lineup to see&lt;br /&gt;if she could identify him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agreed and immediately pointed&lt;br /&gt;out the man she had seen in the alley&lt;br /&gt;the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the man was told he had been&lt;br /&gt;identified, he immediately broke down&lt;br /&gt;and confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer thanked Diane for her&lt;br /&gt;bravery and asked if there was&lt;br /&gt;anything they could do for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked if they would ask the man&lt;br /&gt;one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane was curious as to why he had&lt;br /&gt;not attacked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the policeman asked him, he&lt;br /&gt;answered, "Because she wasn't alone.&lt;br /&gt;She had two tall men walking on&lt;br /&gt;either side of her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, whether you believe or&lt;br /&gt;not, you're never alone. Did you know&lt;br /&gt;that 98% of teenagers will not stand&lt;br /&gt;up for God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what..... and&lt;br /&gt;if you stand up for Him. He will stand up for you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-6457918547445467061?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/6457918547445467061/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=6457918547445467061' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/6457918547445467061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/6457918547445467061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2010/10/youre-never-alone.html' title='you&apos;re never alone'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-5236469985000847504</id><published>2010-10-07T13:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:28:56.790+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>does God exist ?</title><content type='html'>The university professor challenged his students with this question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did God create everything that exists?" A student bravely replied, "Yes, He did!" &lt;br /&gt;"God created everything?" The professor asked. &lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir", the student replied. &lt;br /&gt;The professor answered, "If God created everything, then God created evil since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are then God is evil". &lt;br /&gt;The student became quiet before such an answer. The professor was quite pleased with him self and boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student raised his hand and said, "Can I ask you a question professor?" &lt;br /&gt;"Of course", replied the professor. &lt;br /&gt;The student stood up and asked, "Professor does cold exist?" &lt;br /&gt;"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" &lt;br /&gt;The students snickered at the young man's question. &lt;br /&gt;The young man replied, "In fact sir, cold does not exist. According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is &lt;br /&gt;what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-460 degrees F) is the total absence of heat; all matter becomes inert and incapable of reaction at that temperature. Cold does not exist. We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have no heat." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student continued, "Professor, does darkness exist?" &lt;br /&gt;The professor responded, "Of course it does." &lt;br /&gt;The student replied, "Once again you are wrong sir, darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light. Light we can study, but not darkness. In fact, we can use Newton's prism to break white light into colors to study the various wavelengths of each color. You can not measure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the young man asked the professor, "Sir, does evil exist?" &lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course as I have already said. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is not like faith, or love that exist just as does light and heat. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light." The professor sat down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man's name: Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-5236469985000847504?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/5236469985000847504/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=5236469985000847504' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/5236469985000847504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/5236469985000847504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2010/10/does-god-exist.html' title='does God exist ?'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-2010613019425093335</id><published>2010-10-07T13:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:26:32.925+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>why God allows pain and suffering ?</title><content type='html'>A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and un-kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! &lt;strong&gt;What happens is, people do not come to me&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly!"- affirmed the customer. "&lt;strong&gt;That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gbu :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-2010613019425093335?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/2010613019425093335/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=2010613019425093335' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/2010613019425093335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/2010613019425093335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-god-allows-pain-and-suffering.html' title='why God allows pain and suffering ?'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-932303988124895949</id><published>2010-10-05T14:17:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:56:54.636+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>"when I say that I love you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel really blessed with this song. I feel so deeply in love with Him after I heard this song. so I wanna share this song to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;open this video: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iftghjARuik"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iftghjARuik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or you want to download it and also listen to the song ? open this link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/87589584/9372be4c/05_Franky_Sihombing_-_When_I_Say_That_I_Love_You.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/87589584/9372be4c/05_Franky_Sihombing_-_When_I_Say_That_I_Love_You.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I Say That I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"you feel that you're &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it doesn't prove that you are alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you feel that nobody &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it doesn't mean that no one cares about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to the words I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for I will always be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;you mean &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; to Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and I will never leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;coz &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I say that I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it means I give the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I say that I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will give &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no more&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fear about the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;blame for the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I give &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you're nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;before Me you are something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you can't do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you can do a lot of things&lt;/span&gt; with Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to the words I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for I will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; be by your side&lt;br /&gt;you mean &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; to Me&lt;br /&gt;and I will never leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I say that I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it means I give the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when I say that I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will give &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no more&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fear about the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;blame for the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I give &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; for you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I gave &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all My life&lt;/span&gt; for you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when He says that He loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;says that He loves you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when He says that He loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it means He gives the best for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when He says that He loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will give everything for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fear about the&lt;br /&gt;future &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blame for the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gives &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;when He says that He loves you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gives &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when He says that He loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when He says that He loves you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;be blessed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gbu all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-932303988124895949?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/932303988124895949/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=932303988124895949' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/932303988124895949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/932303988124895949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-i-say-that-i-love-you.html' title='&quot;when I say that I love you&quot;'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-1258201132207284741</id><published>2010-03-02T17:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:47:41.989+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pengalaman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>kapan aja Tuhan bisa ambil nyawa kita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gue belajar sesuatu dari kecelakaan 3 anak ipto itu yang kecelakaan. mungkin udah pada tau ya. mereka masih muda ! banget ! tp diliat-liat, karena emang udah waktunya. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karna gue tau ga ada satupun kejadian di dunia ini yang bakal terjadi tanpa seijin Tuhan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. dan emang faktanya, banyak orang-orang yang suka ngebut lainnya, tapi toh mereka masih idup sampe sekarang ? berarti emang udah waktunya mungkin ya. gue ga kenal mereka bertiga, tapi masa gue sampe nangis baca wall-wall di fbnya mereka ? hahaha aneh ya, tapi gue emang ngerasain sedihnya temen-temen mereka. yang meninggal tuh jga ganteng-ganteng en cantik. apalagi ada yang anak satu-satunya. ckck&lt;br /&gt;gue jadi belajar sesuatu, gue mau &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gunain hidup gue sebaik-baiknya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. bisa bayangin ga ? kalo kita udah mulai jauh dari Tuhan eh malah saat itu kita dipanggil, bisa aja besok, bisa aja lusa, bisa aja minggu depan, who knows ? tapi yang jadi masalahnya tuh, gue masuk mana nih ? surga atau neraka ?? yang jelas ga ada lah yah yang mau masuk neraka, tapi kalo emang hidup kita udah ga berkenan dihadapan Tuhan ? mau gimana lagi ? haisssssssssssssss, gue ga mauuu ! so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gue mau hidup dalem Tuhan teruss, so gue ga bakal takut mati, malah gue bilang kalo mati itu keuntungan :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so how about your life ?? apa udah mulai&lt;br /&gt;melenceng dari jalan yang bener ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apa udah siap kalo seandainya besok mati ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;think bout it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-1258201132207284741?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/1258201132207284741/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=1258201132207284741' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/1258201132207284741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pembuat Sejarah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami berdiri dengan sehati&lt;br /&gt;Di tempat ini&lt;br /&gt;Membawa doa kami&lt;br /&gt;Generasi yang terakhir&lt;br /&gt;Jejakkan kaki untuk menjadi&lt;br /&gt;Pembela bagi Negri&lt;br /&gt;Dan tak pernah berhenti&lt;br /&gt;Menerangi Bangsa Ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff :&lt;br /&gt;Inilah kami berikan hidup ini&lt;br /&gt;Tuk membuat sejarah&lt;br /&gt;Bagi Negri&lt;br /&gt;Pakailah Kami&lt;br /&gt;Segenap hati ini&lt;br /&gt;Tuk membuat sejarah&lt;br /&gt;Generasi ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doa Kami&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syukur Untuk Setiap Rencana-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Dan Rancangan-Mu Yang Mulia&lt;br /&gt;Dalam Satu Tubuh Kami Bersatu&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi Duta Kerajaan-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Kuucapkan Berkat Atas Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;Biar Kemuliaan Tuhan Akan Nyata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;Bagi Bangsa Ini Kami Berdiri&lt;br /&gt;Dan Membawa Doa Kami Kepada-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Sesuatu Yang Besar Pasti Terjadi&lt;br /&gt;Dan Mengubahkan Negeri Kami&lt;br /&gt;Hanya Nama-Mu Tuhan Ditinggikan&lt;br /&gt;Atas Seluruh Bumi&lt;br /&gt;Kami Rindu Melihat Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;Pulih Dari Semua Problema&lt;br /&gt;Hidup Dalam Jalan Kebenaran-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Pancarkan Terang Kemuliaan-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Kami Tahu Hati-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Ada Di Bangsa Ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia Bagi kemuliaanMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku tahu Kau mengasihiku&lt;br /&gt;ku tahu Kau memanggilku&lt;br /&gt;bawaku slalu bersamaMu&lt;br /&gt;inilah hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brikanku hatiMu&lt;br /&gt;brikanku tanganMu&lt;br /&gt;bawaku slalu bersamaMu&lt;br /&gt;inilah doaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;kami anak Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;berdoa bagi bangsa ini&lt;br /&gt;kami anak Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;ku bri hati ini&lt;br /&gt;mencintai bangsaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hatiku rindu melihat kemuliaanMu&lt;br /&gt;hatiku rindu melihat curahan kuasaMu&lt;br /&gt;di tanah tercinta negriku Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;ku berdoa Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;penuh kemuliaanMu&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;bagi kemuliaanMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya Allahku, nyatakan kemuliaanMu&lt;br /&gt;ya Allahku nyatakan curahan kuasaMu&lt;br /&gt;di tanah tercinta negriku Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;ku berdoa Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;penuh kemuliaanMu&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia bagi kemuliaanMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 lagu diatas itu gue lagi suka nyanyiin. gue lagi belajar buat mencintai bangsa gue sendiri. ga jarang lah banyak orang bahkan gue sendiri, benci sama Indonesia. ga jarang juga kita denger omongan yang kayak gini "&lt;em&gt;kenapa sih gue harus lahir di Indonesia&lt;/em&gt; ?" , "ih &lt;em&gt;Indonesia mah ketinggalan zaman, Amerika aja udah blablabla&lt;/em&gt;" wah omongan omongan begituan udah sering banget gue denger. gue baca majalah *piipp*, disitu ada artikel ini :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“coba tanyakan pada diri sendiri, apa yang udah kamu lakukan untuk Negara ini?&lt;br /&gt;Nggak adil banget kalau kita membenci dan menghujat Indonesia karena kesalahan warganya sendiri. Jangan salahkan negeri ini unutk sesuatu yang dibuat penduduknya. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All we need to do is exchange our habit and give this country unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Setelah itu, kita yakin Indonesia dapat menjadi Negara yang lebih kita cintai!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our complain :&lt;em&gt;Kotor!!! Sampah numpuk dimana-mana dan enggak enak dilihat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show some love :&lt;strong&gt;Percuma aja ngeluh tiap hari kalau masih buang sampah sembarangan&lt;/strong&gt;. Kalau Negara lain bisa bersih dan nyaman karena warganya selalu buang sampah pada tempatnya. Kenapa kita ga mencobanya?dengan buang sampah pada tempatnya aja, kamu udah menunjukkan cintamu pada INDONESIA. So simple! Right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR COMPLAIN : &lt;em&gt;Macet!!! Dan polusi yang makin parah!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show some love : Cara terbaik mengurangin macet dan polusi adalah nggak terlalu sering membawa kendaraan sendiri. Menurut survey, setiap 6 menit ada mobil baru yan terjual di Indonesia. Kebayang dong macetnya kalau semua mobil itu keluar tiap hari? Naik kendaraan umum selain mengurangi kemacetan dan polusi juga bisa menghemat uang. Jangan lupa lakukan uji emisi sehingga asap kendaraan mu lebih ramah lingkungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR COMPLAIN :&lt;em&gt;Fasilitas umum yang rusak dan enggak terawat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show some love : Fasilitas umum dibuat pemerintah untuk warganya. Jadi, sudah kewajiban kita untuk bersama-sama merawatnya. Kalau biasanya kita diam aja waktu liat sekelompok orang mencoret-coret halte,lain kali coba tegur orang itu dengan perlahan. Biarpun mereka nggak menghiraukan kamu, kepedulianmu untuk menegur akan membuat mereka tah bahwa perbuatan itu salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR COMPLAIN:&lt;em&gt;Barang buatan Indonesia enggak berkualitas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show some love:Industri lokal sngat membutuhkan dukungan masyarakat untuk bisa meningkatkan kualitasnya. Caranya? Jangan ragu-ragu untuk pakai buatan dalam negri. &lt;strong&gt;Bagaimana kualitasnya bisa bertambah kalau generasi mudanya saja enggak bisa dengan bangga dan lantang bilang “gue pakai barang buatan dalam negri!!!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR COMPLAIN :&lt;em&gt;Pariwisata Indonesia kurang promosi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show some love : Dari pada menghabiskan banyak uang untuk berlibur keluar negri, lebih baik cari tempat-tempat wisata di Indonesia yang belum terekspose. Setelah kesana, promosikan tempat itu mouth by mouth. Lewat teman-temanmu atau pasang fotonya disitus pribadi seperti multiply,blog,dan facebook. Biar bisa dilihat banyak orang sertakan pula cerita menarik liburan kamu.Masih banyak hal lain yang bisa kita lakukan bersama untuk mencintai negeri kita ini. Tindakan satu orang bisa merubah banyak hal dan menjadikan mimpi kita untuk bikin Indonesia lebih baik akan terwujud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitu deh pokoknya haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahh, makanya kenapa gue sekarang mau blajar mencintai Indonesia. you know what ? waktu itu kapan gue lupa. God pernah bilang ke gue intinya, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God cinta sama Indonesia, Dia sanggup pulihkan negara ini, dan sekarang-sekarang ini God lagi persiapin prajurit-prajuritnya (generasi muda, gue dan mungkin lo yang lagi baca blog gue) untuk ditaruh dibarisan paling depan buat negara ini&lt;/span&gt;. gue punya hati buat tanah air gue tercinta ini, gue mau tunjukin ke orang-orang, gue mau kenalin Babe gue yang luar biasa. karna gue tau mereka butuh Dia, dan betapa tersiksanya hidup tanpa Tuhan. tp hidup gue masih bejat nih, bantu doa yah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siapa yang mau dipake Tuhan buat our lovely country ? belajar dari hal-hal kecil&lt;br /&gt;yah :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;be radicalle, be different.&lt;br /&gt;be blessed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-4646869257567797788</id><published>2010-02-11T17:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:41:01.819+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-612524949ea3b7fb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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finnaly gue critain ke satu orang. setelah gue ngaku, you know what i feel ? GUE NGERASA LEGA BANGET !&lt;br /&gt;trus gue masih kayak belom pulih total, gue ngerasa ga layak. trus kata irene florensia, dia tuh yg gue ceritain, semakin gue ga doa, semakin gue bikin tembok itu makin tinggi. gue takut. gue takut God marah sama gue. trus irene bilang, God nerima lu apa adanya kog, trus dia ingetin gue yang video donghaeng yang judulnya i love you, gue nangis langsung, haaaahhh, gue minta ampun sama God, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;dipulihkan sampe rasanya beban 10 ton yang ada, God angkat itu semua, sampe rasanya LEGA BANGET ! i'm free&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. mulut kita tuh berkuasa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemaren, gue kan ke gereja, jalan kaki. karna mobil lagi dibengkel. ga jauh sih gerejanya. truss waktu pulang gereja, &lt;em&gt;ujan&lt;/em&gt; ! gilaa gue cc nyokap bokap panik, trus kita sekeluarga bilang, &lt;em&gt;ujan berenti&lt;/em&gt; ! kita minta God berentiin ujan, eh jadi gerimis kecil, trus &lt;strong&gt;berenti&lt;/strong&gt; ! wow banget God itu. trus pas kita udah sampe rumah, UJAN GEDE BANGET. deres !! how great is our God ! gue sampe kaget aja gitu, yaampun ternyata mulut itu bener- bener berkuasa. hahaha. nih gue mau kesaksian ini buat bina iman jumat nanti (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-2334266776677311489?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/2334266776677311489/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=2334266776677311489' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/2334266776677311489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/2334266776677311489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2010/02/posting-gajelas.html' title='posting gajelas'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-300821766408227324</id><published>2010-01-05T20:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:35:00.634+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>welcome second semester !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gila lama banget udah ga update blog ! ckck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first, i wanna say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; year!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God bless :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ga nyangka nih udah taon 2o1o, cepet ya?  hahaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;brarti sekarang udah semester duaa, semester satu gue masih maen- maen neh, semester dua berjuang ah gua, fight with my laziness ! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gila deh bener, kan waktu liburan, gue tuh biasanya tidur jem 2 3an subuh  gitu, trus bangun sekitar jem 2 siang tapi sudah selesai masa-masa tidur yang indah itu, gue mesti bangun jem 5 lagi. errrrrrrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan yang bikin kesal lagi, my ex. school masuknya tanggal 11 ! nyebelin banget, bikin gua ngiri aje grrr tapi yasudahlah nasib jadi anak mater dei ckck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh iyaa, gue turun jabatan loh wakakak di kelas kan gue dulunya waktu semester 1 tuh gue jadi sekretaris, trus bu yuli selaku WK kelas 8C mengubah struktur kepemimpinan di kelas guee, jadi gue turun jabatan deh hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;semester 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ketua kelas: Seno L. Herbuwono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wakil ketua kelas: Peter Andreas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sekretaris 1: Valentina Joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sekretaris 2: Belinda Alodia (gue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;semester 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ketua kelas: Wildon Christopher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wakil ketua kelas: Peter Andreas (yang ini tetep!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sekretaris 1: Seno L. Herbuwono (turun pangkat dia, dari ketua jadi sekretaris ckck )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sekretaris 2: Yosephine Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;begitulah perubahan yang terjadi dan gue merasa senang, ga jadi sekretaris lagi, abis ribet mesti ngambil en balikin jurnal, nulis jurnal, ngabsen dll. malesin banget dah haha apalagi gue datengnya tuh pas- pasan sama bel masuk, jadinya gue lari- lari kalo ngambil jurnal. ckck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;akhir kata saya ingin mengucapkan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SELAMAT DATANG SEMESTER DUA :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-300821766408227324?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/300821766408227324/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=300821766408227324' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/300821766408227324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/300821766408227324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-second-semester.html' title='welcome second semester !'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-7034979120637123317</id><published>2009-11-20T17:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:44:22.649+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='precious moment'/><title type='text'>precious moment with you all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gue kangen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kangen menggila bareng digna, claudiaa, sharon&lt;/strong&gt; (sumpah lu orang gokil abis!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gue inget banget tuh, kita tuh kalo ketawa parah banget, ampe sakit perut, sampe jatoh- jatohan di lantai. udah gitu, kita sering yaa, maen "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ATTACK&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COMBO&lt;/span&gt;","&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEFENSE&lt;/span&gt;". HAHAHAAAA. trus kita sering dorong- dorongan gitu yaa dari kursi sampe jatoh :p ngusir gitu deh, hahahaaa. trus gue kangen maen kejar- kejaran ama lu padaaa. huhu. gue kangen duduk di sebelah kiri lu, shar. en duduk di depan lu, dhie. trus gue juga kangen banget samaa lu dig, yg sukaa janji- janjii kalo lu udah jadi guru piano , haha, kangen nabok luu dig, lu kan enak banget diisengin huahuaaa. trus gue kangen liat si sharon, tangannya ga bisa diem gitu, lucu deh. hahaahaa trus liat lu diisengin cowo- cowo, shar. lu padaa inget gaa ? kita mangil "merekaa" dengan sebutan "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ATEK-ATEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" ? HAHAHAAHAHAAA. atek-atek dibagi jadi berapaa atek-atek gitu, lupa guaa hahahaa. trus waktu si dignaa buang sampah seenak jidat ! trus waktu claudia jahat banget, ngajak gue ngomong, trus waktu guru udah liatin dia pura-pura diem gitu, jd dikira gue yg ngajakin lu ngmg dan didakwa bersalah sama guru :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DAN BANYAK LAGII KENANGAN SAMAA LU BERTIGAA ! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kangen 7.1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;huaaa, gue kangen deh denger suara dapid yg bilang "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gitu lu bel sama guaa!&lt;/span&gt;" trus dorong- dorong gajelas gitu samaa kata-kata diaa yang "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gua aja terus&lt;/span&gt;!" dengan pasang tampang selucu mungkin trus amaa kata-kata "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;abis&lt;/span&gt;!" kalo gue minjem apa lah gitu ke dapid:p.  trus kangen samaa BAU nya kelas kitaa. aduh gue inget deh, bau banget kan kelas kitaa ? gara- gara cowo- cowo sering headstand gajelas gitu, sampe keringetan trus baunya minta ampuunn. trus gue kangen suasana OR, jahatin pak ibnu :p parah yaa? hahahaa. trus abis OR, makannya cepet- cepet, trus pada nitip permen gitu dehh hahahaa. da gtu kelas kita kan sampah abis, ya gaa ? AC bocor, mading ga tau apaan, acakadul, trus pintu dirusakin terus, trus kalo ujan BANJIR kelas kitaa. kangen gue jadi wakil ketua kelas, kangen nyiapin kelas. trus kagen liat ZACINESA gosipin cowo- cowo. hahahaaaa. oiyaa, gue lupa. gue juga kangen samaa "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blaguu&lt;/span&gt;!" nya bryan :p kangen ngebagiin alkitab kalo pagi- pagi (kata pak robby, kita harus jadi berkat :p) kangen ngeliat kegilaan ben2 dengan tasnya, bisa makan disanaa diem- diem, trus nyontek waktu ul eko , buka buku di diem- diem di tas. inget ga ben ? hahahahaa. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TRUS GUE INGET MASA-MASA JEPRET-JEPRETAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ! gilaaa, gue ingeeett banget kita maen- maen jepret-jepretan, lipet-lipet kertas trus dijepretin ke orang, sumpah itu sakit banget. hahahahaa. kangen liat si alvin pinter gitu, trus kangen waktu quiz bio yang rebutan dapet nilai plus ! ajib. hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kangen masa- masa drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hmm, waktu drama gue inget deh, kangen deh guee, ke rumah leo latian, padahal ga latian, maen- maen doang, ga pernah serius, trus hampir setiap hari kita latian gitu, dijemput sharon, diboncengin. TRUS BIASANYA SEBELOM LAT KITA KE KOSAM DULU BELI CHIKO BUBBLE ! aaa, gue ngiler. :p dan lain-lain lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kangen guru-guru&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kangen deh gue samaa ceramahnya Pak Robby yg panjang banget ituu hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;trus samaa pak per, yg cerita- cerita gitu waktu pembinaan. trus sama bu dasma. AAAAA ! bu dasma kangen deh, kangen gue samaa kata- kata bu dasma yg "makan tempe saja lah kau!" :p trus kalo ga buat PR disuruh setengah jongkok. udah gitu kangen deh denger bu dasma nyanyi dengan suara emasnya hahaa, trus kangen saat teduh bareng bu dasmaa,&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;trus samaa waktu bu dasma ngerjain anak- anak yg ulang taun hahahaaaa, trus bu dasma kan sering ngasih nilai plus gitu deh hihi&lt;/span&gt;, sama waktu kita ngerjain bu dasma waktu bu dasma ultah. CACAT BANGET ! kita ngumpet di WC, umpetin tas kita di lemari, trus bu dasma setres gitu deh nyariin kitaa hahahaa. trus si fawnia pura-pura akting gitu deh hahahaa, trus kita balik ke kelas, trus si jessica, dll yg jadi panitia teetanz manggil bu dasmaa, pas bu dasma masuk kelas kita langsung nyanyi HAPPY BIRTHDAY ! aww dan gue dibilang yg jadi otak dalam hal ini. paraah ! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; trus gue kangen sama pak ibnu yg you know lah what i mean ? hahahaa, ditindas ama kita- kita. hahahaa. kangen samaa mr. jack yg sadis :p kangen sama ms. jane aaaaa ms jane tuh bawel banget duluu , sampe digna tuh sering ngoceh- ngoceh dibelakang ampe ketawa- tawa guaa. :p kangen sama pak atep yg sering manggilin nama gua gitu, ngefans gitu lah samaa guaa :p trus kangen sama bu christine, sama pak jamal and bu vanny yg udah ngajar agama , oh iya, penggaris gue yg disita sama bu vanny belom dibalikin ampe sekarang huhu trus sama pak anton yg sering ulangan OB *wihiiyy* trus pak kamtoo, aaa, pak kamto tuh kalo udah marah nyeremin yaa ? hahaa. si digna aja nguap dibentak. HAHAHAHA. trus pak hotman. gue jadi inget waktu "TRAGEDI BELINDA DISURUH BACA 1 BAB PAS EKONOMI". ih nyiksa banget tu guru :p trus samaa pak arif, yg suaranya sama kalo maen gitar tuh keren abis :) trus sama bu debby ! bu debby enak deh kalo ngajar, suruh kita nyatet sampe gempor hahahaaa, tp kalo marah kata-kata nya nancep hahaa. trus sama laoshi mei fen yg kalo tereak waw banget suaranyaa hahahaa kangen pak freddy, guru tergokil ! hahaa, trus pa andreas, yg demen banget ngomong "keluar!" :p bu lily, yg sukaa ceramahin kita gitu deh. sama bu dinar yg super baiikkk ! sama pak iwan , bae banget deh pak iwan, sering ngasih kitaa bulet- bulet gituu di buku nilainyaa hehe sama bu mia ! aaa, gue kangen tata boga huhu dan semua guru guru lain dengan keunikannya masing- masing. gue gempor nih nulis tentang guru inii haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kangen masa- masa lainnya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kangen waktu nonton nim's island ! inget ga dhiee ?? JEMPOL LU DIKIRA POPCORN sama si aylmer ! HAHAHAHAHAA ngakak guaa :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kangen berangkat ke sekolah sama lu del ! hahahaaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kangen pulang sekolah sama defikaa, odhie, dignaa, dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kangen masa-masa pengen runtuhnyaa fibelphinaa, inget gaa ? waktu itu sempet ada tragedi gitu kan ? hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kangen waktu di etee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kangen sama kelas 7.2 jugaa, yg ada depamelica, geng gokil, dan kelompok terbuang, kepo geng gituu hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;DAN LAIN-LAIN gue mungkin lupa saat nulis ni post :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kangen gue saat-saat di semanan, di eagle, di sekolah, di puri, dll. hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;intinya gue kangen samaa semuanyyaaa, sorry yg ga kesebut namanyaa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;bella miss you all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-7034979120637123317?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/7034979120637123317/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=7034979120637123317' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/7034979120637123317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/7034979120637123317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2009/11/precious-moment-with-you-all.html' title='precious moment with you all'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-6644357641800895438</id><published>2009-10-27T13:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:18:16.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>online di sekolah :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;heran deh guee. &lt;strong&gt;KNAPA COBA HARUS ADA JAM INTERNET ??&lt;/strong&gt; ahahaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sumpah online di sekolah tuh bener bener LAMAA ! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SANGAT LAMAA&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BAYANGIN AJAA ! buka google ajaa mesti nunggu berabad2. parah banget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;trus gue buka blogspot. perlu waktu yang super duper lama apalagiiii SIGN IN BLOG !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;gilaaa. buat post ini butuh perjuangan besar :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dan cuaca di luar bener bener buruk banget mendung mendung gitu deh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bokap gue gabisa jemput gue. so, gue mesti pulang naek ojek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan kalo ampe abis jem internet ini ujan. kebayang ga sih nasib guaa? gimana neh? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;smoga aja deh ga ujan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dah aaa gue pusing mu post apalagii . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with &lt;3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-6644357641800895438?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/6644357641800895438/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=6644357641800895438' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/6644357641800895438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/6644357641800895438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2009/10/online-di-sekolah-p.html' title='online di sekolah :p'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-1167318503365047032</id><published>2009-10-24T19:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:49:18.962+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kiamat 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh my..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hebat banget sih yang tau kiamat itu kapan? sumpah manusia tuh &lt;strong&gt;sotoy abis&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kalender maya lah blablabla lah , emang kalender maya yang nulis Tuhan? ckckckk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iya sih, gue juga berasa banget emang skg nih udah akhir zaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1 per 1 tanda2 akhir zaman mulai digenapi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tp masa ada yang bisa tau kalo kiamat tuh tanggal 21 desember 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ya ampun please deh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kalo emang bener kayak gitu mah, gue jaminn, sebulan sebelom ituu, smua orang jadi bae, club2 malem tutup, bandar narkoba tobat, 1 minggu sebelum hari itu, pasti kejahatan uda ga ada, ga ada rampok, gitu2 deh. hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tp sayangnya itu hanya ramalan belaka yang jelas2 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SALAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ga ada yang tau itu kapan cuma God aja yang tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and 1 hal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gak penting deh kapan tuh kiamat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yang penting &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;uda siap belom  kalo God dateng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-1167318503365047032?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/1167318503365047032/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=1167318503365047032' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/1167318503365047032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/1167318503365047032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2009/10/kiamat-2012.html' title='kiamat 2012'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-4944653653368861912</id><published>2009-10-19T12:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:11:48.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pelajaran baru :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;huahh.. sorry uda lama ga ngepost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm losing my blogging spirit :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rada bingung juga sih sebenernya mau ngepost apa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmm, gue baru belajar sesuatu nih. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ceritanyaa.. gue hari ini tuh punya super banyak tugas yang mesti gue kerjain .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sebenernyaa &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;salah&lt;/span&gt; gue juga sih.. harusnyaa tuh gue kerjain dari hari sabtu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tp gue nyantai nyantai ajaa sabtunyaa. pas minggu, gue mau ngerjain tuh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eh namanya juga ngerjain tugas sambil buka internet yaa.. pasti tergoda buat buka buka yang laen. &lt;strong&gt;APALAGI FACEBOOK ! FACEBOOK SANGAT BERBAHAYA UNTUK DIBUKA KALO LAGI NGERJAIN TUGAS :)&lt;/strong&gt; tp waktu itu sih gue ga buka facebook. gue buka google, browsing tentang akhir zaman gitu deh. sekarang gue lagi bener bener pengen tau gimana pengangkatan, antikris, dsb. ya udah deh. gue cari di google, eh jadi keasyikan browsing. sementara tugas gue gua lupakaann !!! HAHAHAA. trus untung gue insyaf. gue kerjain lagi tuh tugas. eh selesai.. tp masih ada tugas laiinn mengantri. yaudah, gue kerjain tuh tugas selanjutnyaa. nah, hal yang sama terulang lagiii ! gue browsing akhir zaman lagii. HAHA. trus gue insap lagii. gue kerjain tuuh. baru dikit sihh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eh tibalahhh waktunya gue harus ke gereja, sebenernya sabtu gue udah ke gereja sih.. gue udah ikut youth, cuma gue disuruh ke gereja lagii.. hmmm, teruss, pulang gereja tuh uda jem 8 malem, gue masih harus makan, ganti baju, akhirnya gue selesai semuanyaa jem 9, SEMENTARA TUGAS GUE BELOM SELESAII ! parah.. trus gue bener bener buat, sampe selesai.. huffhh.. 2 tugas selesaii.. tapiii... gue masih ada 1 tugas lagii.. gambar denah gitu. karena cuma gambar gambar doang, gue mau ngerjainnya besok pagi aja sebelom sekolah.. trus gue pas mo tidur, gue inget sesuatu. tugas gue ga cuma tinggal denah doang ! Gosh! ada laporan bio. huaahh.. tp apa dayaa, mata udah berat banget. tidurlah guee. pas bangun pagii, gue mulai dengan doa. HAHAAAHA. khawatir banget gitu gue akan hari ini. ngerasa belom siap aja jalanin hari ini. nahh.. gue buat denah dehh, laporan bio gue ga peduliin lagi. biarin lah gue dimarain. trus sampailah gue di sekolah. belajar seperti biasa. and finnaly. now i'm home ! dan ga terjadi apa apa hari ini, gue ga dimarahiinn, en gue juga baru tau, ada 2 PR lagi sebenernyaa, cuma gurunya lupa. hahaahaaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;trus gue jadi inget gitu, gue sering banget khawatirin hal yang terjadi besok, takut, dll. sering banget gue tuh ngerasa hidup gue ga berarti, ga guna, terlalu banyak tuntutan. terlalu banyak peraturan, malah kadang gue benci hidup. masalah, cobaan, datengnya tuh keroyokan gitu, belom selesai satu, udah ada masalah laen. huaahh.. kadang gue mikir, satu satunya alasan kenapa gue hidup tuh kan cuma karna Tuhan, trus gue ngapain hidup? mending gue langsung ke surga ajaa trus hidup bareng Dia :) tp gue inget satu cerita ini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHATTING DENGAN TUHAN&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Kamu memanggilKu ?&lt;br /&gt;AKU : MemanggilMu ? Tidak.. Ini siapa ya ?&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Ini TUHAN. Aku mendengar doamu. Jadi Aku ingin berbincang-bincang denganmu.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : Ya, saya memang sering berdoa, hanya agar saya merasa lebih baik. Tapi sekarang saya sedang sibuk, sangat sibuk.&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Sedang sibuk apa ? Semut juga sibuk.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : Nggak tau ya. Yang pasti saya tidak punya waktu luang sedikit pun. Hidup jadi seperti diburu-buru. Setiap waktu telah menjadi waktu sibuk.&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Benar sekali. Aktivitas memberimu kesibukan. Tapi Produktifitas memberimu hasil. Aktifitas memakan waktu, Produktifitas membebaskan waktu.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : Saya mengerti itu. Tapi saya tetap tidak dapat menghindarinya. Sebenarnya, saya tidak mengharapkan Tuhan mengajakku chatting seperti ini.&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Aku ingin memecahkan masalahmu dengan waktu, dengan memberimu beberapa petunjuk. Di era internet ini, Aku ingin menggunakan medium yang lebih nyaman untukmu daripada sekedar lewat mimpi, misalnya.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : OKE, sekarang beritahu saya, mengapa hidup jadi begitu rumit ?&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Berhentilah menganalisa hidup. Jalani saja. Analisa-lah yang membuatnya jadi rumit.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : &lt;strong&gt;Kalau begitu mengapa kami manusia tidak pernah merasa Senang ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari ini adalah hari esok yang kamu khawatirkan kemarin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kamu merasa khawatir karena kamu menganalisa. Merasa khawatir menjadi kebiasaanmu. Karena itulah kamu tidak pernah merasa senang.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : Tapi bagaimana mungkin kita tidak khawatir jika ada begitu banyak ketidakpastian.&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Ketidakpastian itu tidak bisa dihindari. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tapi kekhawatiran adalah sebuah pilihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AKU : Tapi, begitu banyak rasa sakit karena ketidakpastian.&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Rasa sakit tidak bisa dihindari, tetapi penderitaan adalah sebuah pilihan.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : Jika Penderitaan itu pilihan,mengapa orang baik selalu Menderita ?&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Intan tidak dapat diasah tanpa gesekan. Emas tidak dapat dimurnikan tanpa api. Orang baik melewati rintangan, tanpa menderita. Dengan pengalaman itu, hidup mereka menjadi lebih baik bukan sebaliknya.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : Maksudnya pengalaman pahit itu berguna?&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Ya. Dari segla sisi, &lt;strong&gt;pengalaman adalah guru yang keras&lt;/strong&gt;. Guru pengalaman memberi ujian dulu, baru pemahamannya.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : Tetapi, mengapa kami harus melalui semua ujian itu ? Mengapa kami tidak dapat hidup bebas dari masalah ?&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Masalah adalah rintangan yang ditujukan untuk meningkatkan kekuatan mental. Kekuatan dari dalam diri bisa keluar dari perjuangan dan rintangan, bukan dari berleha – leha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AKU : Sejujurnya ditengah segala persoalan ini, kami tidak tahu kemana harus melangkah …&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Jika kamu melihat keluar, maka kamu tidak akan tahu kemana kamu melangkah. Lihatlah ke dalam. Melihat keluar, kamu bermimpi. Melihat ke dalam, kamu terjaga. Mata memberimu penglihatan. Hati memberimu arah.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : Kadang – kadang ketidakberhasilan membuatku menderita. Apa yang dapat saya lakukan ?&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Keberhasilan adalah ukuran yang dibuat oleh orang lain. Kepuasan adalah ukuran yang dibuat olehmu sendiri. Mengetahui tujuan perjalanan akan terasa lebih memuaskan daripada mengetahui bahwa kau sedang berjalan. Bekerjalah dengan kompas, biarkan orang lain bekejaran dengan waktu.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : Di dalam saat sulit, bagaimana saya bisa tetap termotivasi ?&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Selalulah melihat sudah berapa jauh kamu berjalan, daripada masih berapa jauh kamu harus berjalan. Selalu hitung yang harus kau syukuri, jangan hitung apa yang tidak kau peroleh.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : Apa yang menarik dari manusia ?&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Jika menderita, mereka bertanya “Mengapa harus aku ?”. Jika mereka bahagia, tidak ada yang pernah bertanya “Mengapa harus aku ?”.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : Kadangkala saya bertanya, siapa saya, mengapa saya disini ?&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jangan mencari siapa kamu, tapi tentukanlah ingin menjadi apa kamu. Berhentilah mencari mengapa saya di sini. Ciptakan tujuan itu. Hidup bukanlah proses pencarian, tapi sebuah proses penciptaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AKU : Bagaimana saya bisa mendapat yang terbaik dalam hidup ini ?&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Hadapilah masa lalu-mu tanpa penyesalan. Peganglah saat ini dengan keyakinan. Siapkan masa depan tanpa rasa takut.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : Pertanyaan terakhir. Seringkali saya merasa doa-doaku tidak dijawab.&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Tidak ada doa yang tidak dijawab. Seringkali jawabannya adalah TIDAK.&lt;br /&gt;AKU : Terima Kasih Tuhan atas chatting yang indah ini.&lt;br /&gt;TUHAN : Oke. Teguhlah dalam iman, dan buanglah rasa takut. Hidup adalah misteri untuk dipecahkan, bukan masalah untuk diselesaikan. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percayalah padaKu. Hidup itu indah jika kamu tahu cara untuk hidup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TUHAN has signed out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hmmm, bener banget deh apa kata 'TUHAN'. hari ini adalah hari esok yang gue khawatirkan kemarin. :) hahahaahaaaa.. emang bener sih. manusia sendiri yang buat hidup tuh jadi susah. hhee.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-4944653653368861912?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/4944653653368861912/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=4944653653368861912' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/4944653653368861912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/4944653653368861912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2009/10/pelajaran-baru.html' title='pelajaran baru :)'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-972733193605938708</id><published>2009-10-08T15:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:34:56.029+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason why my blog's name was "a little eagle's diary"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/Ss2xGGaVofI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zfMTSz2S0io/s1600-h/storm-bald-eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390159047390765554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/Ss2xGGaVofI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zfMTSz2S0io/s320/storm-bald-eagle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you know that an eagle knows when a storm is approaching long before it breaks?&lt;br /&gt;The eagle will fly to some high spot and wait for the winds to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the storm hits, it sets its wings so that the wind will pick it up and lift it above the storm. While the storm rages below, the eagle is soaring above it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The eagle does not escape the storm. It simply uses the storm to lift it higher. It rises on the winds that bring the storm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i want to be an eagle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When the storms of life come upon me - and i will experience them - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i can rise above them by setting my minds and my belief toward God.&lt;/span&gt; The storms do not have to overcome me. I can allow God's power to lift me above them.&lt;br /&gt;God enables me to ride the winds of the storm that bring sickness, tragedy, failure and disappointment in my lives. I can soar above the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yaaa, i learned from the eagle about one thing that i thought so special, i learned to me more strong to facing the storms of my life, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will use the storms to fly higher&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i'm still use "little" because i must learn more to be the true eagle . hehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/2799471522284259976-972733193605938708?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/972733193605938708/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=972733193605938708' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/972733193605938708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/972733193605938708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2009/10/reaon-why-my-blogs-name-was-little.html' title='the reason why my blog&apos;s name was &quot;a little eagle&apos;s diary&quot;?'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/Ss2xGGaVofI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zfMTSz2S0io/s72-c/storm-bald-eagle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-7304654185452031957</id><published>2009-10-07T16:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:45:59.793+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>layout baru :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/SsxitmwKJgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/P9o0p33s8F8/s1600-h/ZZZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389791389691815426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/SsxitmwKJgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/P9o0p33s8F8/s320/ZZZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;baru buat layout nih :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bagus gak ? jelek ya kayaknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maklum masih amatiran .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hhaaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-7304654185452031957?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/7304654185452031957/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=7304654185452031957' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/7304654185452031957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/7304654185452031957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2009/10/layout-baru.html' title='layout baru :)'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/SsxitmwKJgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/P9o0p33s8F8/s72-c/ZZZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799471522284259976.post-3481539411321273060</id><published>2009-10-07T09:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:44:58.968+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hari-hari yang membosankan'/><title type='text'>baru bikin blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baru bikin blog nih :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lagi libur gini, iseng-iseng pengen bikin blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gue libur loohh hari inii !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anak kelas 7 lagi pada karyawisata gitu dee. senangnyaa ! hahahaahaaaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hmm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pengen ke tikaa nih sebenernyaa, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanna meet teman teman tercintaa&lt;/span&gt;. hugss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tp gak ada yg nganterr. hufhh,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tp gpp laah, next time mungkin. hhe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;huaahh.. libur kerjaannya cuma di depan kompi, makan, n sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bosen bangettttttt. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799471522284259976-3481539411321273060?l=belindaalodia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/feeds/3481539411321273060/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799471522284259976&amp;postID=3481539411321273060' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/3481539411321273060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799471522284259976/posts/default/3481539411321273060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belindaalodia.blogspot.com/2009/10/baru-bikin-blog.html' title='baru bikin blog'/><author><name>a little eagle's diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299413597511814236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovUT0SuTRFc/TLXiOOhwAyI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ymn7_G2YfBM/S220/hgfhgf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
