<?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-4953628129856224706</id><updated>2012-02-09T16:18:59.881+04:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Rima</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog of a young woman who wants to tell her stories.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2199848214302581789</id><published>2012-01-21T19:31:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T19:31:35.931+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, Life and Stuffs :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s Saturday and I had the day off&amp;nbsp;today till tomorrow. I went to the nearest Malls&amp;nbsp;from where I live, then complained about the street and the motorbikes, then went to buy couple of movies, then complained again about the angkot or bemo fare being too expensive. Hmm I’ve been complaining a lot, moaning a lot, - isn’t there anything else to do?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I went to a bookstore I happened to find a book,a biography book of a disabled man, a man without arms and feet. He’s about the same age as me, it’s just I’m older few months. It was amazing just to read a few pages of his story. I will try to get more information about him from the internet. He could do all the things that normal people could or some normal people might couldn’t like playing guitar for example. I’m normal but I cant play guitar, he doesn’t have arms but he plays guitar. He said every single thing is a choice..to be happy or to be sad, to try or to give up..and I know he’s right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The movies which I bought happen to be sad ones  one is about how dream can actually come at a heavy price but to be honest I didn’t really get the message of the movie, I mean having a dream and being ambitious are a two very different things. I think they mixed it up. The other one is a famous movie, My Sister’s Keepers, dang it..I couldn’t stop crying. Well, it’s about life and death. Well, it’s good to watch that kind of movie sometimes, it makes us realize how important life is, how important the people we love are, how important to do what you like while you can, to go wherever you want while you have the chance, - you get the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2199848214302581789?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2199848214302581789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/movies-life-and-stuffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2199848214302581789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2199848214302581789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/movies-life-and-stuffs.html' title='Movies, Life and Stuffs :)'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-489530091921232285</id><published>2012-01-14T18:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T18:06:26.532+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitive??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's rainy season now here in Bali ; rain falls day and night, - everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It kinda affects my mood :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today, I went out around afternoon, on my way to buy new movies, I saw old man, well not pretty old but old. He was selling a children kind of toys, - traditional ones, I think he made them himself. I feel pity for him, for being there..under the rain, selling toys which I personally think, modern children wouldn't like of. Other people just passed by but I looked twice or three times (or more or worse, - stared at him!) for some reasons I wanted to cry. Silly,really. He was a stranger. I hate myself sometimes. Am I over sensitive? I cried when I watched UP the cartoon movie for crying out loud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But most of all, why I hate myself the most is because..I could not do anything or don't do anything when I see things like that. I don't kinda like it when other people see me help other people..like I don;t know...give money to the homeless or something..it's like I am doing that because I want people to think I am a kind person. Sometimes that feeling is killing me..literally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I must do something to control my mood and emotion before it gets out of hand , - which kind of happened already :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Over sensitive huh?!&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/4953628129856224706-489530091921232285?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/489530091921232285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/sensitive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/489530091921232285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/489530091921232285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/sensitive.html' title='Sensitive??'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-3450041010341169704</id><published>2012-01-01T16:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:42:33.577+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2012..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How's your New Year? Did you go to any party?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, whatever that is, - hope we all gonna have a better year this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't go anywhere yesterday, It was my first New Year in Bali after several years away. Bali has changed a lot..lots of bangs, lots of cars, looooots of motorbikes, in short, - all the things that made me stay at home yesterday. Bought some new movies, some chips and some cokes, watched fireworks from my window and did countdown myself. Well, I was okay with that though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really do hope that this year will bring abundance of positive energy, peace, joy, and love for all of us. My New Year resolutions??? well, I actually never made one, I normally go with the flow. If it's bad, - stop doing it but if it's good, - keep doing it, now, that's what I called resolutions lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Times flies so fast, way too fast..next year I'll complete my 1 year in Bali, 365 days gone, just like that. Wow. I miss Dubai. It would be a lie if I say I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep shining!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-3450041010341169704?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3450041010341169704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3450041010341169704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3450041010341169704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year 2012..'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-6246380810290236146</id><published>2011-12-05T16:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T16:18:16.292+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Intuition is actually one of&amp;nbsp; my favourite words! I just love the meaning of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I am currently in Heaven, - literally. I took 3 days off as compensation to my annual leave. I would love to go to Dubai and spend few days there however, at the moment I need to save more as to gain more. I decided to take short courses, what I have in mind are like writing, journalism, photography courses etc but since it is quite hard to find such courses in Bali, I am going to take music course or driving course or even cooking/baking course instead. I wanna do something...anything that would make me active and sort LOL so today I went out to visit a Music Course and got all the information I needed&amp;nbsp;. Guess what, I plan to take on Guitar lesson, I've always loved guitar actually , - I mean you can create song with the simple melody, I've always wanted to play one..just one..single music instrument!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Oh, one good story today and that is still related to the subject. I took a long walk to McDonald's cos I was in the mood of Ice Cream and this book store in Matahari Mall just the opposite of McDonald's kept popping up in my head so I decided to follow it and voila...I met an old friend, my high school friend. We were classmates! that's why it kept popping up in my head :) it felt so good to follow my intuition&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/4953628129856224706-6246380810290236146?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6246380810290236146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/intuition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6246380810290236146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6246380810290236146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/intuition.html' title='Intuition...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-8326961530824452243</id><published>2011-11-13T09:45:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T09:45:45.285+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny and Rainy Sunday ..phew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rainy season is coming. I know I know..I am not complaining but it has been raining since last night ..again I am not complaining..it's sunny now!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nature is wonderful and amazing and full of mystery. Yeah I'm still curious about the thunder and lightning particularly..how do they happen? I mean what they are? and why do they only show up when it rains. Well, I can google it but that just does not satisfy my curiosity. I mean, yes, I am talking about the higher power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am also trying to get my stories done, huaaaa I just could not. I should finish it I know..I will I will...at least one story.Actually it's nearly finished :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need some push please!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-8326961530824452243?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8326961530824452243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunny-and-rainy-sunday-phew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8326961530824452243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8326961530824452243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunny-and-rainy-sunday-phew.html' title='Sunny and Rainy Sunday ..phew'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-7570836855100622354</id><published>2011-10-29T13:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T13:46:31.019+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sick at the moment. I have been in and out of the office for this couple of days, been going home late, been having dinner late, - well the sum of it all will be my condition right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate taking vitamins despite I used to do that and despite the fact that I force anybody I care to take one. I am even surprised at how stubborn I am! I havent jogged for ages; I used to have a healthy life in Dubai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I will take rest and surely I will get better. I have many stories to tell however; I'm too tired to type :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-7570836855100622354?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7570836855100622354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7570836855100622354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7570836855100622354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/sick.html' title='Sick :('/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-5971729505128006337</id><published>2011-10-09T10:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T10:06:17.601+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine On The Rainy Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bet you are familiar with this term ; nothing is impossible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, that's that what's happening today. I have told you that October is a rainy season here in Bali yet today the sun is shinning so brightly that it lights up my mood...unfortunately to bed! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love the sun as much as I love the moon ; they are the object of my poems :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't finished my story, my article damn what the hell is happening to me?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember about the email I sent to Bali &amp;amp; Beyond, - the Editor personally replied my email and told me to send out my article to her directly. Well, that might have been 1 or 2 months ago. I can write poem or short story but I've always found difficulties when I write an article about anything. I tried once when I was still in Dubai. I wanted to write something about Dubai, - the life of Indonesian workers in Dubai. I never made one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sent email to a magazine to challenge myself but , - amazingly, it did not work. My mind is blank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Steven Jobs passed away and the world lost another genius man. I read his motto or speech in one of the articles about him. He's right, success people love what they are doing. It kinda hit me. I only have passion in books, writing, words, English, poems, short story, literature, UNICEF, children matters, poverty, hunger well, there are more but they kinda silly :) I have no idea what to do..despite I am nearly 30!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I will keep changing things that I can change; living the life I want to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-5971729505128006337?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5971729505128006337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunshine-on-rainy-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/5971729505128006337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/5971729505128006337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunshine-on-rainy-month.html' title='Sunshine On The Rainy Month'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-3077085170664837498</id><published>2011-10-05T17:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T17:32:02.092+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something That I Want Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rainy season will come soon, - that means it will rain a lot, day and night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love the smell of the earth when the rain falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've got a news from my friend in Dubai (my former co-worker) he told me that the Manager has been terminated, I dont want to talk about why he was terminated as I dont know the real story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's been working like ages!! might have been 16 years or more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess nothing lasts forever, there will be time for anything, - even for someone who was trusted by&amp;nbsp;the General Manager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been thinking to buy a car, - a second chand car so I it will solve all of my no-transportation problem. Motorbike is too scary lol but I've still got another plan, another hope, - faint hope for something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's what I have really wanted too, I mean I like driving though I cant drive! But I have a feeling that I would be really good at it lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We'll see, - I will let you know WOW the soundtrack of Tangled is playing in my playlist at the moment , -&amp;nbsp;something that I want. Hell yeah I want a car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-3077085170664837498?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3077085170664837498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-that-i-want-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3077085170664837498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3077085170664837498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-that-i-want-now.html' title='Something That I Want Now...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2559837598989561031</id><published>2011-10-02T17:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T17:21:10.727+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy-maker :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, I found that term &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn’t it cool? I mean &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; that make happiness lol how I really wish that kind of thing exist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was kinda waking up ..I mean like I came back to who I was , it’s just not entirely ME yet. I know I cannot change things that already happened such as doing job that is not my dream job but I'm doing it anyway because&amp;nbsp;I need to pay the bills and to survive, having a small room that is too messy that would freak everyone (yeah, I was exaggerating it :p) ,or many other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I figure out what to do to make me happy despite the fact I am kinda unhappy so I decided to &lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt; things that &lt;em&gt;I can change&lt;/em&gt;. I pray I hope this feeling stays with me all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The messy room for example; now it has turned into a palace (yeah, I ‘m exaggerating it again lol) it will once I buy a new cupboard and get rid of 2 more boxes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bought a new bed and new sheet aaaaand....a new book shelf! I’m freakin’ lovin’ it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the first time I am so happy for being able to do what I have listed on my things to do. Mission accomplished! Posted the new book shelf in Facebook and got many compliments. They are happy-makers , there’s no other place I want to be now except in my room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will continue changing things that I can change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2559837598989561031?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2559837598989561031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-maker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2559837598989561031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2559837598989561031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-maker.html' title='Happy-maker :)'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-1940060303865778556</id><published>2011-10-01T19:15:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T19:17:51.864+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Funny how I feel sometimes I’m jackass, or a... well, feel free to fill in the blanks. I never believed when people say I am tempered! Wait, this is not as horrible as you might imagine right now in your head pal! I get emotional too quickly; like a kettle, - all you need to do is just plug it in and voila, you can make a cup of tea or coffee within minutes. I would talk a lot (= complaining), put a sour and hard face and screw everybody! Yup, sounds bad huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bad thing about me ..I’m way too sensitive...like an ant. It will sting you whether or not you step on it by accident  , then I started to wonder am I like that? I mean, seriously?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We may not be able to judge ourselves but we do know ourselves better than anyone else. I personally think I am not like that. I don’t get emotional all the time (like 24 hours PMS) it depends on the situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I just scare that I would hurt somebody with this stupid behaviour. ..and I don’t want to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-1940060303865778556?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1940060303865778556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/screwed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1940060303865778556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1940060303865778556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/screwed-up.html' title='Screwed up'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-4835536125749427534</id><published>2011-09-30T19:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:24:43.797+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There will be a time when you finally say ENOUGH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just said that, few days ago, I said that to my past undefined relationshiop (which I thought by the way has been defined! Lol) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, you think you know what you want..and you would work hard to get it, no matter what. Well, it applies to anything including love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I’ve watched this series called Awkward. I realized that Jenna (the main character) is a hell lot smarter than me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I’m talking about relationship. She’s just a teenager for crying out loud!(I get too carried away sometimes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She knew that even though she spent every single time with Matty (the other main character)..intimately..did not mean there’s something between them...that they were something..a couple..a lover..a boyfriend and a girlfriend kind of thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But me...I stupidly think the other way around. That if you spend time with someone you knew..intimately whatsoever..there has to be something going on..that we are a lover..a couple..together kind of thing. Well, as usual, - I am wrong lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I can really laugh out loud at it! I do not want to say bad things about anybody..especially he who has been in my life for sometimes. But like I said, enough is enough! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, good bye past...welcome future and hellloooooo new guy out there..somewhere!hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-4835536125749427534?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4835536125749427534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4835536125749427534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4835536125749427534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/enough.html' title='Enough..'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2846090081664816293</id><published>2011-09-30T18:34:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T18:34:57.557+04:00</updated><title type='text'>About Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Question, is what to happen to us or what already happened to us simply because of our choice or chance or destiny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was the question from Jenna Hamilton, - Awkward series that I am currently following (thanks to my boss, he downloaded every series for me) I myself have no idea how to respond to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, look at my own life, - NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I moved back to Bali, sacrificed my career in Dubai to leave the all-so-not-interesting-work anymore-after-4 years! to leave my boyfriend who would never marry me. NOW, I am staying in a practically one room, got no proper bed because I decided I might find another lodging house, all my books which I brought from Dubai are still in the boxes and so as my clothes, - they're still in the luggage!no TV, no washing machine, no cooker, oh well the list can go on and on. In short, - I'm in my hell on earth lol the room is so messy that I do not know what to do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But after reading what I typed above; all of those happened because of my CHOICE not chance or destiny or faith...simple example, the books, the clothes; they could have been in their right places if only I bought them a book case and a cupboard! I could have stayed in Dubai..but it's my CHOICE to leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, there you go, an answer of the question ladies and gentlemen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Really, I have been trying to fix things up, to get me to the surface again. I never regret my decision to leave Dubai or this very moment where I I am wearing my former boyfriend's yellow top and writing in my blog in the messy room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do realy think it all come down to our choice.&amp;nbsp;After choosing (whatever that is), faith will interfere as well as chance and destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've gotta do something, gotta take all my dreams and spirit and God knows what else in the place where I shut them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2846090081664816293?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2846090081664816293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/about-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2846090081664816293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2846090081664816293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/about-life.html' title='About Life...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-3817917609264951074</id><published>2011-07-31T06:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T06:27:15.627+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story From My Jakarta Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I just got back from a business trip (yeah, sounds cool doesn’t it :p) I spent 3 days in Jakarta to do sales call with my co-worker, a Turkish guy. We went to several retailers to have them do their business with us as their partner in Bali instead of using other travel agents. I learned a lot from my premiere business trip from silly thing such as never forget to throw your gum before the meeting as you may end up chewing it in front of your customer like a cow chewing its grass!! (sheesh, I did it ) to always say you CAN to your customer so , - never say CAN’T or worst DON’T. I learn a lot from my co-worker as well, he is an experienced sales , optimistic and he really knows what he’s doing! It’s fun to talk to him when we’re stuck in the traffic for hours lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, you guys know that I have been working in this travel agent like 3 or 4 months but mostly I just sit in the office, inputting data, rate etc etc assist the superior check some hotels or something (which I thought at first was ok because I was about to do the job like 3 months or so) but if I look back now, - I realized that I wouldn’t be able to learn more or to do more if I just sit in the office! You need to learn by doing it, experiencing it, then you will have an idea of what exactly you need to do to improve things or to create new things. So, get the hell out of there...move your a** !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, in Jakarta we stayed in a serviced apartment hotel. It’s called the Morrissey! Fantastic! It’s located in Menteng, it’s in the middle of Jakarta. Lots of restaurants, shops, hotels nearby, even kaki lima (street vendors, - selling Indonesian food) but if you eat in one of them you need to be aware of the” street musician “ you know, where they gonna sing with guitar or a can or God knows what else, where they expect money from you, my suggestion is not to pay them (ok, maybe sounds a bit rude but you gonna thank me!) as there are plenty of them! I mean, it’s all right if you want to give them but you might need to choose who sings better or yet who you feel pity for. So back to Morrissey, their rooms are equipped with kitchenette and they have self service laundry on the 3rd floor where you can do your own laundry, free of charge. The internet connection is really good, and it’s free of charge! What I like the most is, in their lobby, they have like many vintage things such as old typewriters , old radio, old telephones, which they display among modern furniture. It’s classic, really. &lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QWGKwwse6c/TjS8t7M3SQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pogZuIbgpvk/s1600/ALIM0085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QWGKwwse6c/TjS8t7M3SQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pogZuIbgpvk/s320/ALIM0085.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lobby&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-3817917609264951074?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3817917609264951074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/story-from-my-jakarta-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3817917609264951074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3817917609264951074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/story-from-my-jakarta-trip.html' title='A Story From My Jakarta Trip'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QWGKwwse6c/TjS8t7M3SQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pogZuIbgpvk/s72-c/ALIM0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-1871762954948529349</id><published>2011-07-21T18:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T18:46:56.964+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today has passed; night has come and taken place of the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not sure what happened, I mean was it because of me or was it because of the hormone that runs in my body :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The negative questions and negative thinking and negative commands and negative feelings were taking me over! What should I do?! I screamed to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it happened that I needed to buy something at a small supermarket near my rent house, I used to go there when I was upset and sad and confused years ago (before I went to Dubai) I would go straight to the children playing arena, sit there and sip my ice cream, watch the children happy faces and laughter lift my spirits...smile would normally visit my lips again! Oh, and before that I would buy a ticket for a bumping car..you know bumping car right? the one that bumps!hahahahh it also helped me to release the stress! I love that car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So today, right after I came back from the office, I did what I used to do years ago in the same place! seeing children running here and there with happy faces really brought a smile in my face. I envy them :) It made me want to join them too..running till&amp;nbsp;I run out of breath! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We should learn from them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-1871762954948529349?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1871762954948529349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1871762954948529349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1871762954948529349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-4569542594410941207</id><published>2011-07-19T17:29:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:29:05.002+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Website and Other Stuffs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am in the middle of a process...learning process! Yes, learning anything say it from the weirdest disease to an insect who can play instrument with his genital!I'm serious..I forgot what it's called but it does exist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where did I get the news then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friend gave me&amp;nbsp;a cool website..man,I fell in love instantly! I love this website totally in love with it! It has everything from Archeology, Inspiration stories, Mystery, Science, Astronomy etc etc in short this website can make you smart! it's called &lt;a href="http://www.apakabardunia.com/"&gt;www.apakabardunia.com&lt;/a&gt; literally means what's up world? hahahah so the stories are from all around the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been busy thinking about what I'm going to do if my dream plan doesn't work..thinking can be very annoying because ..you can't stop doing it! Anyway, I'm sure there's something out there for me..something bigger than me..than my own plan :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, I've been busy watching movies as well..hey, there are many things we can learn form movies! Last movies I watched are Love &amp;amp; Other Drugs with the beautiful Anne Hathaway and Mr. Jake Gyllenhaal in it. I would give 4 thumbs up! This movie is &lt;em&gt;easy watching&lt;/em&gt; (like &lt;em&gt;easy listening&lt;/em&gt; music kinda thing lol) it;s funny..really funny. When I finished watching it, it made me realize one thing...that love supposed to be beautiful ..you know someone loves you when he would do anything for you (not crazy things but things that shows he cares for us!without being asked to!) that he would choose you no matter what. You know that you're in love when you want to be better...do something that you never thought of...reach for more...love yourself more knowing that someone loves just the way you are..knowing that someone loves you because..you;re worth loving!Well, you got the point... that is what love is supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep shining :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-4569542594410941207?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4569542594410941207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/cool-website-and-other-stuffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4569542594410941207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4569542594410941207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/cool-website-and-other-stuffs.html' title='Cool Website and Other Stuffs...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-9169607292427786004</id><published>2011-07-13T17:14:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:14:07.444+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...It's Me :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's been a long time eh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My job is taking me over now, - oh well, yes, it was an excuse! lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am going to upgrade my Internet connection so I can post pictures in my blog etc mind you, I'm no longer in Dubai, - so gotta save money :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Life has been the same, - some surprises here and there, something new to learn every other day, hang out with friends, thinking of ideas how to improve myself. For some reasons, I quit from my French course...not because I gave up learning that sexy language :P but because the time and other thing that I will share later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I don't understand how things work sometimes, is it meant to be or is it just a test to make us work harder or to be patient or what? can somebody tell me????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Our choices...it affects everything..this I totally agree...I mean it doesn't take a genius or a supernatural kinda thing to see it. I wish I always knew what to do :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh, remember I said in my previous post that I wanted to publish my short stories (written in Indonesian) or sell them or something like that (cant remember)? Well, I haven't done it! I feel disappointed at myself, don't worry, you're not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even done with the stories now I have another ideas, - sending some articles to any magazines to improve my writing skills, compile my poems about my late Dad for his birthday next month and many other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I think, I'm just going to do what I can do :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&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/4953628129856224706-9169607292427786004?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9169607292427786004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/helloits-me-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/9169607292427786004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/9169607292427786004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/helloits-me-d.html' title='Hello...It&apos;s Me :D'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2338322740024819730</id><published>2011-06-12T17:36:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T17:36:54.593+04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Giving Up Becomes A Beauty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hey, how are you guys doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, how's your weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Weekend inspired me to wrote this new poem, - enjoy! And let me know what you think...I did post this in Facebook, uhm no one is..well, maybe art and literature are not their interest :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When giving up becomes a beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Impossible, - that’s what you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But I said it’s possible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You don’t even want to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;While I keep trying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You want &lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But not in the same way I want &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;At last...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I either have to fight or give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Fighting sounds so stupid, - so ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And giving up , - suddenly becomes a beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2338322740024819730?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2338322740024819730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-giving-up-becomes-beauty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2338322740024819730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2338322740024819730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-giving-up-becomes-beauty.html' title='When Giving Up Becomes A Beauty...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-6066843734614330865</id><published>2011-06-02T18:28:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T18:28:31.554+04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hiya out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1dF21fCbmk4/TeedPYx_3WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Az2PQobNAyw/s1600/ALIM0487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1dF21fCbmk4/TeedPYx_3WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Az2PQobNAyw/s320/ALIM0487.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, as I said in my previous posts, I finally (thank God) created another blog, please feel free to visit &lt;a href="http://www.travelwithrima.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.travelwithrima.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and to comment and to share your stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I would post any places, any restaurants, etc that I've been to, - in or out of Bali. The point is to share information about Bali, I mean when you have plan to visit Bali at least it gives you ideas of good and cheap hotel or fancy restaurant or things to do in Bali. At the moment, I have posted 3 articles, you need to visit my blog so you know what they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;If you have been to any countries and got a special story to share or just simply to let us know how freaking happy you were lol, - please feel free to leave comment and I will give you my email address where you can send your story to, I will post your story in my blog (sorry,no payment involved lol) but your name and all of your information will be there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Oh, send a picture or two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Do yo like my picture?&amp;nbsp;it's Balinese traditional music instrument, I don't have a clue,of course, how to play it lol but it's so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-6066843734614330865?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6066843734614330865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6066843734614330865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6066843734614330865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog :)'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1dF21fCbmk4/TeedPYx_3WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Az2PQobNAyw/s72-c/ALIM0487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-5736614919727403983</id><published>2011-04-27T17:14:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T17:32:17.918+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello, I'm here again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, been gone too long, now that I'm working...my mind sort of busy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahhaha&lt;/span&gt; and I like it! Oh, so I'm working in a Tour company which actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;belongs&lt;/span&gt; to Japanese; it's one of the biggest tour company in Bali!! It has many branches all around the world. Well, you can guess my co-workers, yup, some of them are Japanese, one of them Korean and one of them is Turkish! Of course, Indonesian as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, wont talk about job at this moment. I had my French mid test yesterday, I think I'm okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, probably I answered less than 10 wrong answers...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; it's even less than 5 anyway, the point is I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; that bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yeeeeey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;J'aime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;etudier&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;francais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;parce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;veux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;aller&lt;/span&gt; en France :) well, who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; want to go to France? I would love to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, I found a bundle of my short stories collection few days ago in one of my boxes, I plan to print them and make it a book so it's a book of short stories collection, I might sell it as well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; they were not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;professionally&lt;/span&gt; written but I guess it kinda fun to read while you're sipping your tea or find your dog has chewed your newspaper, so at least you have something to read in the morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I hope I can finish my project..you know how lazy and moody I am. I have to type them all first (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;..that's a lot of work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keep shining! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-5736614919727403983?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5736614919727403983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/bonjour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/5736614919727403983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/5736614919727403983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/bonjour.html' title='Bonjour :)'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2239302844532933190</id><published>2011-02-25T18:32:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T18:50:27.264+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Bali</title><content type='html'>Helloooo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in Bali. Well, it was last month actually and I have no idea what to post lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, here I am now in the Island of Paradise..so they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally meet my family again, finally able to see my nephew and my niece, - they're damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was miserable ..well, at least for the past few days, it was hot and humid in the afternoon but suddenly the cloud would turn dark and voila! it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I joined French course ahahhahah it's so exciting and stressing at the same time..but I'm so eager to learn it. I love to hear the sound of it too. Soo sexy and elegant :) no offence to other languages in the world. Well, good luck for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bientot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2239302844532933190?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2239302844532933190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-in-bali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2239302844532933190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2239302844532933190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-in-bali.html' title='Back In Bali'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2205796981625833200</id><published>2010-12-10T01:24:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T01:37:54.216+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cannot believe that I'm finally unemployed! lol..officially :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was my last day; after working for 3 and a half years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought it was gonna be so easy..I mean..say good bye than that's it, - but I found it so hard to talk when they asked me to talk in the daily meeting. My tears started to flow :( I found myself sobbing!!! For God's sake! They've been there all along. We fought and made up and fought again..crying when the occupancy high...and laughing and relaxing when there are not many jobs to do lol so we kinda shared joy and tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I said to myself, its okay to cry, I mean I made of water not stone lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I said good bye to all department, lots of calls and handshakes and hugs and...tears hahahahah well, not really...I dont cry in public, pleaseee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone asked what my plan is, am I getting married, or am I accepted in a bigger and better company...I did not lie though, as of now, no plans I said, - to some people which are not in my department. Hey, they dont always have to know everything! But for my intern department, I did inform that I have many plans..i.e. looking for job and I did not lie either. I've got many plans going on in my head but when I arrive in Bali...I would need to have rest first. I would need to hang out with my friends...then, the real plan starts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now waiting for my clearance which hopely will not take a long time. The ticket price is rocketed! It's December! Christmas, New Year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bali, here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2205796981625833200?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2205796981625833200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2205796981625833200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2205796981625833200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-day.html' title='Last Day!'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-6616716685238420470</id><published>2010-11-15T22:35:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:24:26.635+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGHG_I2AOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6TszW5JF7ko/s1600/sad_angel%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGGTAyawOI/AAAAAAAAANI/6gdi_KPDvWg/s1600/sad_angel%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time goes by so fast. I felt I just woke up and here I am again now..in my bed! ready to sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went out to buy groceries right after I came back from the office at the local Supermarket called Spinney's...it's a Market day today so the prices are lower compare to normal days. I was browsing up and down the shop when I noticed some eyes were on me..I meant men :) Oh, dont get me wrong, I did not wear anything sexy (not in public at least!) but I did enjoy the attention, it made me feel pretty, cute, and adorable ahhahaha I put on the &lt;em&gt;pinkish &lt;/em&gt;scarf that Bebiku gave me long time ago. I love the colour and how it fits my pink t-shirt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, God I used to hate pink. Oh yeah. I'm dead serious..I used to hate pink! Probably because I was so sporty when I was teenager and not girly so I used to think anything that pink is..yuck yuck yuck LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's weird..I,now, love pink so much. My mobile is pink, most of my t-shirts are pink, my blanket and my sheet are pink, my bag is pink, one pair of my shoes are pink. Well, I think I've said them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to McDonald's to have a &lt;em&gt;me time; me time &lt;/em&gt;= a cup of hot chocolate and french fries (normally) + a good book to read + a pen/paper/book to write on if I have a flash of idea such as poem etc. McDonald's is Bebiku and I's place, we used to talk till late at night about anything there, so going back there alone is....different...lonely...and kinda feeling blue a bit but I'm fine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got inspiration for a poem. Here goes the poem;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heart and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush, my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weep no more! It's over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still and quiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong and tough, - keep beating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if you not...I would die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush , my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast away his beautiful dreams! It's over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy and wise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be graceful, - keep beating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if you do...I would live!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's Dubai, 15/Nov/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think of my poem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me..whether or not I miss him, - I do. I miss him badly but it's just...I need him to break through the wall that he builds within him himself to reach me again and be committed to &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;. I'm waiting for him to come...but my faith and hope are growing fainter, - I feel like the candle in the wind somehow. I somehow knew..it's impossible. I somehow knew...that he would never come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-6616716685238420470?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6616716685238420470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/remember-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6616716685238420470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6616716685238420470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/remember-when.html' title='Remember When...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-3307149748813780645</id><published>2010-11-14T21:36:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:03:18.255+04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hiya!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm I'm in the mood in dressing up my blog :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, how do you like it? It's a lot brighter isn't it? Well, I like it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood of listening to Leona Lewis too. I have watched her X-Factor live shows in youtube. I've got nothing else to say but...Wow, awesome, incredible, amazing..sometimes I cried too. I love all of her songs. My favourites are Run,Happy, I got you, Better in time,and of course Bleeding love!Her voice is just...ah,no word could explain it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her journey is so inspiring...she was only 21 years old when she joined X-Factor and she was only a shy Receptionist. Do you really believe that time has to do with anything that happens in our lives?Or is it our will , our faith, our hardwork? And what about chance? What about destiny? Well, whatever that is..she deserves all the good things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to my life. Office is hectic as from tomorrow onwards it's EID day in Dubai. Day off has been cancelled last week :( I think I gonnabe sick..I have been sneezing a lot since a couple of days ago. Anyway, live the life to the fullest! ahhahahahahh Keep it goin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day will be December the 9th. I need to send my stuffs back home and you know what...most of them are books!!!I started to check the flight availability and ticket prices...went to some travel agents to check with them directly, bought some stuffs for souvenir for some friends.. and family. Most of the flights are booked up or even if it's available ..the prices have rocketed up to thousands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But like I said..keep it going! hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-3307149748813780645?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3307149748813780645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3307149748813780645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3307149748813780645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-look.html' title='New Look..'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-7138488575941517928</id><published>2010-11-08T21:27:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:18:35.432+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resigned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TNg8p0tSBXI/AAAAAAAAANA/1Akym8YxQKs/s1600/life+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537242431072896370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TNg8p0tSBXI/AAAAAAAAANA/1Akym8YxQKs/s320/life+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TNg8H6kukLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Faq6MkNZQvo/s1600/Life+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm back with a bang! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally resigned from my job last month; it was a hard decision but I guess it all come back to..time. It's time for me to go and explore what life can offer out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared,nervous,confused,curious mix into one , - like a fruit cake baked in a hot oven; that's exactly how I feel right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being I wont come back to Dubai however; should there be a once in a lifetime chance..probably I would think about it. I do enjoy working and living in here but somehow I'm a greedy human..oh, it's human's nature by the way, always wanting more and more ..no no money is not the main point, it's freedom and experience and happiness and knowledge. As I have said in my previous posts; I get bored easily so I need to spice up my life a bit lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said spice up my life; it would mean like registered in college when I was unemployed 7 years ago, resigned from a very well paid job to be a Teacher - my dream job when I was a kid -, resigned from a Job to fly to Europe for 3 months and came back unemployed and with debt! ahhahaha I know it sounds crazy, I cant even believe it myself that I did all of those things. I could never be proud or proud-er of myself. Well, my love life doesn't sound as crazy as those - don't play around with love because love is too sacred.. too precious to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would be leaving Bebiku of course, - it sad that it has to end this way. Maybe our time has come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you guys posted when I get back in Bali, one of the most beautiful island in the world, - no offense Hawai :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to lay down on the grass, see the blue sky upon me and guess the shape of each cloud above me ..and to walk under the rain or just sit in the beach to watch the chasing waves :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is great..it comes in a package of happiness, sadness, joy, sorrow, tears, laughter and pain - and the sad thing is , - we can't buy each of them separately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll keep it in mind ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-7138488575941517928?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7138488575941517928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/resigned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7138488575941517928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7138488575941517928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/resigned.html' title='Resigned...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TNg8p0tSBXI/AAAAAAAAANA/1Akym8YxQKs/s72-c/life+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-8731107918591005530</id><published>2010-08-19T22:04:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:43:20.322+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TG16OfFVdqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D_LS24Xjfqs/s1600/Writer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507192308624619170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TG16OfFVdqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D_LS24Xjfqs/s400/Writer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to talk about passion today. You guys know that I love writing, - well, that's the reason why I'm blogging; I feel free to write whatever what I want to, oh well mostly about me. That's the title of my blog for God's sake! All About Rima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanna find a job where it involves writing but before doing that I want to improve my writing skill like going to a college or join a course or something like that. English is not my mother tongue but I love this language! Geez, believe it or not it kinda difficult for me to express my feelings (especially if I write short stories or novel, - if I ever write it) in Indonesian. Oh wait, doesnt mean I don't like Indonesian language no no no. It just, - I don't know. Like there's a wall somewhere around me or a pillar in my way. I feel stuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, as I said, English is not my mother tongue so it's hard for me sometimes (well, most of the time) to describe things in my story or poems. Let alone to write a novel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, I even imagine I would get a job that involves my other hobbies as well; travelling and music! Wohooo...it would be awesome! I love travelling! I even thinking to get a job as a traveler writer?! Err something sounds like that obviously. Journalist sounds really cool, - but the pressure is not so tempting. The deadline, you know what I mean. But I guess that's just how it works if you wannabe one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-8731107918591005530?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8731107918591005530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8731107918591005530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8731107918591005530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/passion.html' title='Passion...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TG16OfFVdqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D_LS24Xjfqs/s72-c/Writer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-6792330320185318090</id><published>2010-08-15T22:46:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:49:05.801+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookrix Poet's Week Contest..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--function BXbookLoadrimarose12818911598859269619() { window.open('http://www.bookrix.com/book.php?bookID=rimarose_1281891159.8859269619&amp;amp;pid=rimarose', 'BookWindow', 'location=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes,scrollbars=yes,status=no,toolbar=no');}//--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;map name="Pagemaprimarose_1281891159.8859269619"&gt;&lt;area id="Pagemaprimarose_1281891159.8859269619_cover" shape="rect" coords="10, 10, 228, 276" target="_self" href="javascript:BXbookLoadrimarose12818911598859269619();"&gt;&lt;area id="Pagemaprimarose_1281891159.8859269619_readbook" shape="rect" coords="327, 144, 403, 168" target="_self" href="javascript:BXbookLoadrimarose12818911598859269619();"&gt;&lt;area id="Pagemaprimarose_1281891159.8859269619_bookinfo" shape="rect" coords="242, 144, 318, 168" target="_blank" href="http://www.bookrix.com/_title-en-rima-y-o-u"&gt;&lt;area id="Pagemaprimarose_1281891159.8859269619_userpic" shape="rect" coords="355, 228, 415, 276" target="_blank" href="http://www.bookrix.com/showuser.html?lang=en&amp;amp;user=rimarose"&gt;&lt;area id="Pagemaprimarose_1281891159.8859269619_userpic" shape="rect" coords="266, 326, 425, 355" target="_blank" href="http://www.bookrix.com"&gt;&lt;/map&gt;&lt;img usemap="#Pagemaprimarose_1281891159.8859269619" border="0" src="http://www.bookrix.com/prsmedia/_bxbookad1_425x355-rimarose_1281891159.8859269619.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I joined the Poet's Week Contest in Bookrix.com - well, all of the poems have been published here in my blog as well as in Bookrix.com itself; it just I combined them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what are you waiting for?? VOTE NOW! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-6792330320185318090?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6792330320185318090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/bookrix-poets-week-contest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6792330320185318090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6792330320185318090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/bookrix-poets-week-contest.html' title='Bookrix Poet&apos;s Week Contest..'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-4984942262731275575</id><published>2010-07-28T22:48:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:37:36.036+04:00</updated><title type='text'>E.X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E.X does not stand for Emergency eXit heheheh LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I forgot to tell you; I was actually friends with my 2 former special guys in my life now..well, back when I was younger (eheem younger than I am now..I mean..not that I'm that old..you know :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Funny thing is we havent met each other for ages..and I found them back in Facebook/yahoo chat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's a hilarious story about the first guy let's just call him the Seaman (he's in a cruise ship) you see....I save his email address so everytime he's online, his ID will be that yellow happy face we all know in chatting. I never bothered actually; I'm always invisible if I'm online so..I never said hi either until one day...I finally decided to be available..guess what happened?! Amazingly, he signed out! hahahahah it's so funny...I chose invisible again and waited for sometime..and woalah he's available again LOL .Anyway, he's married and he's got a baby. I'm happy for him honestly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man is the Musician man cos he's a musician. He's a very nice guy..I saw him online as well but never said HI either until finally I did. Guess what happened? I asked him whether he still remembered me....amazingly, he called me by my nickname and said "of course" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he's married as well and he's a father to a beautiful little girl! His wife is pregnant again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we never really keep in touch cos I understand there's a boundary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a happy life..I'm happy for them..no, honestly...I'm happy for them. I dont feel jealous or something like that. I have my own life...life is a matter of choice. I need something more in life...in a relationship than just getting married. Well, getting married is everyone's dream(including me!)..but I believe it all come back to time..when it's time...it's time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you have story about your EXs? Share it with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-4984942262731275575?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4984942262731275575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4984942262731275575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4984942262731275575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/ex.html' title='E.X'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-783437042961062051</id><published>2010-07-20T21:16:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:06:59.352+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TEXgqj4xkhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UTTWzlBSFmc/s1600/sad_angel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever felt so lonely? even in the crowded places?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I have been. But to be honest..sometimes I like the feeling of it...I like it when there's no one around..I can cry; I can laugh; I can roll my eyes; I can smile; I can scream; I can run and pretend that I were in the meadow; I can pretend to be anything..yes,anything not just anybody :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But lately...I hate the feeling of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely now :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty..like a vase without colourful flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other half is in another place..thousand of miles away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;divalign="justify"&gt;I can't take the distance and the miles...I wish I could fly to be with my other half!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebiku is on vacation..he left on the 15th July..God I could not believe it's just 5 days! I always hope when I open my eyes in the morning...he's back!Oh,he's back already?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get rid of my habit checking up my mobile now and then..cos I can't wait to read his messages or to pick up his call and say "Hi Babyyyy!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It just feels so right to say it...feels so good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if you read this baby...but if you do...I miss you! Come back soon :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be waiting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-783437042961062051?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/783437042961062051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/783437042961062051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/783437042961062051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2762155758477281456</id><published>2010-06-25T23:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:25:09.115+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Book..@Bookrix</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--function BXbookLoadrimarose12774880546427071095() { window.open('http://www.bookrix.com/book.php?bookID=rimarose_1277488054.6427071095&amp;amp;pid=rimarose', 'BookWindow', 'location=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes,scrollbars=yes,status=no,toolbar=no');}//--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;map name="Pagemaprimarose_1277488054.6427071095"&gt;&lt;area id="Pagemaprimarose_1277488054.6427071095_cover" shape="rect" coords="10, 10, 228, 276" target="_self" href="javascript:BXbookLoadrimarose12774880546427071095();"&gt;&lt;area id="Pagemaprimarose_1277488054.6427071095_readbook" shape="rect" coords="327, 158, 403, 182" target="_self" href="javascript:BXbookLoadrimarose12774880546427071095();"&gt;&lt;area id="Pagemaprimarose_1277488054.6427071095_bookinfo" shape="rect" coords="242, 158, 318, 182" target="_blank" href="http://www.bookrix.com/_title-en-rima-the-love-of-my-life"&gt;&lt;area id="Pagemaprimarose_1277488054.6427071095_userpic" shape="rect" coords="355, 228, 415, 276" target="_blank" href="http://www.bookrix.com/showuser.html?lang=en&amp;amp;user=rimarose"&gt;&lt;area id="Pagemaprimarose_1277488054.6427071095_userpic" shape="rect" coords="266, 326, 425, 355" target="_blank" href="http://www.bookrix.com"&gt;&lt;/map&gt;&lt;img usemap="#Pagemaprimarose_1277488054.6427071095" border="0" src="http://www.bookrix.com/prsmedia/_bxbookad1_425x355-rimarose_1277488054.6427071095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2762155758477281456?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2762155758477281456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-bookbookrix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2762155758477281456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2762155758477281456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-bookbookrix.html' title='My New Book..@Bookrix'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-8953708044455086157</id><published>2010-06-18T15:59:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:14:16.674+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, hello world! long time no see :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, it's such a long story...cant wrap them to hundreds sentences up here. Been 2 months since my last post. Lots of things going on but pretty much the same, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've got what I've been waiting for..this will take me to the next stage. I dont know if I'm getting wiser as I grow older or if I have lost my guts and my nerve to take decision which ridiculously quite scarry to me (now)...back when I was younger, I just sort of hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is all about choice...in life you must have a skill to choose...yes, the right one at the right time! the choice will then take us to where we should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-8953708044455086157?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8953708044455086157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8953708044455086157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8953708044455086157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-180026251040782281</id><published>2010-04-23T00:43:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T01:08:52.928+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Of The Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh! I'm wondering what kinda life I'm living in right now :(...dont worry, I'm fine - in case you are wondering. Office is always hectic...and Bebiku is always busy :( I miss him but there's nothing I can do. He gave me a beautiful scarf the other day; I guess he's just trying to make it up to me cos he hasn't got much time for me...oh time, - you are so powerful! You can make day to night and turn hair to grey!!!! I wish I were TIME :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans change..now, I'm preparing for the Plan B...plan A stucks and it might fail. I hate making plans..especially if it goes alphabetically!LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant write much now... My brain sort of freezing. I'm serious..I got headache easily if I think too much..geez that's scary, I'm still young for God's sake! Being to responsible in anything is now killing me..I sort of feel guilty if I mess up or if I've done a mistake..no matter how small that mistake is.. I hate that word (mistake!) I've heard it so many times in the office...I wanna hear love, happiness, inspirational words around me..so I can be who I used to be, - I think I'm changed by my surrounding...more powerful and stronger but in the same time..fragile inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-180026251040782281?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/180026251040782281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/180026251040782281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/180026251040782281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-of-day.html' title='Story Of The Day..'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-8958265767980774094</id><published>2010-04-16T14:52:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:19:33.655+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think that would be the perfect word to describe my mind at the moment. I'm not sure if I'm trying too hard ..hmm I dont think so cos I really know my energy level and my limit but somehow the plan just doesnt seem to move..to a higher level..to reach the AHA moment...to shout EUREKA!like Einstein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a plan on your mind, been working on it but there's just something that holds it? it's beyond your control?I can't tell you guys what the plan is..cos I'm not really sure myself. Should I continue doing it?waiting for it to happen?or ? Aaaaaaarrrrrghhhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or perhaps, I'm not trying die hard you know...or not wanting it so badly??? I have no idea...I'm blank. Blank like the white paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-8958265767980774094?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8958265767980774094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8958265767980774094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8958265767980774094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/blank.html' title='Blank...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-4007400702499409476</id><published>2010-04-10T20:39:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:58:27.660+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Me UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S8C1vp3QOWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FTtPYAXPzEw/s1600/Books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458562578669123938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S8C1vp3QOWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FTtPYAXPzEw/s320/Books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I feel like I'm not myself lately. I don't jog, I don't excercise, I don't write a lot BUT I do complain a lot, THINK a lot, stress a lot!Gee, actually the list can go on and on..why,I'm too embarrassed LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was younger; I've been trying to recognize myself, tyring to find out who I really am..trying to notice my own symptoms for my own sickness!(sickness as in when you're crazy or insane or not yourself)I get bored easily to anything..especially if it's a routine..like going to work for example!hahahahhahah that's why I always to try to keep my mind occupied..get busy..learn new thing (whatever that is!)...however,I'm NOT a super woman! I fall sometimes..oh wait,many times LOL...I lose my temper, my spirit, my will to continue what I do...so scarry! so wake me up! wake me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I sound like someone who really needs HELP don't I?! I bought many self help books..not that I really need them but I consider them as an alarm!When things go wrong; I turned to books! hey, it's not as pathetic as it may sound especially when you're all alone and got no friends to talk too. Books are really good friends (the fact that they don't talk back or pass on your secret to someone else LOL) they bring out the positive side of you...they make you wiser..I know life cannot be learned from books however; books are one of the weapons you can use to survive in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one true story..it happened to me and my friend. When I was 17 I worked in an Indonesian Export Gallery, to make the story short, I was the youngest of all. My co-workers were ranged from 20 to 30 plus year old. Oneday, one of my co-workers had an accident while he was delivering goods to a customer, he broke his leg. I heard many stories about him from my other co-workers, he might not be able to walk again or even if he could walk...it wont be as perfect as he used to be. He worked for his family so it made him sad and confused - how he's going to support his family, he wouldn't have job for quite a long time because of the recovery process..and that meant HELL to him. When I heard that, I felt pity for him..no matter how hard my life at that time as a teenager..I thought I was very lucky because God blessed me with health! So I decided to give him my precious book which actually saved my life. I thought he needed it more than me. My friend and I came to the hospital to visit him. He was too shy to cry but I knew he's crying inside. I told him I was sorry because I couldn't afford to buy fruit or medicine or food for him..but I wanted to give you something that might help you! He said thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met him again ever since. I quit from my job and got another job but I was still living in the same rent house near my previous job. I had long forgotten about him and the book because I was drowned in my new job (I worked in a gallery as well; painting and furniture - it is why I love painting, I was lucky I could witness some famous paintings like VAN GOGH's!!)anyway, one day there was unexpected guests dropped by..and it was my friend whom I gave my book to! I said what a surprise..and he could WALK! woww...we sat down in the veranda. He said he wanted to return my book..and that he was very grateful for the book. The book was the reason he moved on. It's a miracle that he could walk - he said and all because of the book you gave me, - he said again. I was touched...I told him..you can keep the book..it meant for you to have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this story is way too long..I'm tired of typing for god's sake! I hope you guys do not belittle the power of book! you'll never know:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-4007400702499409476?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4007400702499409476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/wake-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4007400702499409476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4007400702499409476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/wake-me-up.html' title='Wake Me UP!'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S8C1vp3QOWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FTtPYAXPzEw/s72-c/Books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2728539208733496047</id><published>2010-03-26T13:05:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:54:39.420+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Day...</title><content type='html'>Another Friday...another day off. No Plan today though..I'm too lazy to get up from the bed..havent had my breakfast and lunch! Not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chat with Bebiku last night..it was kinda fun. I missed him but dare not to tell him...well, we had a talk the days before..I felt better. It's amazing how he knows me so well..my mood...my behaviour...my talk....it's a'dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm in the middle of a project, I would post it soon in my blog once it's confirmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2728539208733496047?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2728539208733496047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/lazy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2728539208733496047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2728539208733496047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/lazy-day.html' title='Lazy Day...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-3967748559989903927</id><published>2010-03-19T22:49:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:12:47.693+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Night Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S6PLmzazUMI/AAAAAAAAALg/LuS5uFyl_Qs/s1600-h/ALIM0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450423841546522818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S6PLmzazUMI/AAAAAAAAALg/LuS5uFyl_Qs/s320/ALIM0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did not have to go to the office today..yup, it's my day off :D no beach today! It's a creek day today :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had so much fun...took picture here and there...I smiled a lot (thing I havent done much lately)...we laughed till people near us looked at us...and they smiled too ahhahhhah men eyes are on us!!!well,we're pretty that's obvious! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creek is beautiful at night; it's one of my favourite spot here in Dubai. I like the old boats called abra...we need that to get accross to the other side of the creek and it only costs Dhs 1 each..I dreamed when I visited the creek for the first time that I would come back there again with someone special...the atmosphere is so appealing...so beautiful..I planned to take bebiku there ...but the dream never came true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out a restaurant there after browsing the shops..it was built in 1935!!!!woooww...it has Arabic food too...I thought of Bebiku instantly. Surely, he will love the restaurant...the view is beautiful...plus the food is cheap!hahahahahah he will definitely love it.Anyway, it just a thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friend -Angel took a picture of me near that restaurant...I wear a pink top;it's a gift from Bebiku on my birthday though he insisted it's not a gift. He bought it long before my birthday when he went to a mall, he knows I like pink LOL too bad he never see I wear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-3967748559989903927?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3967748559989903927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/girls-night-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3967748559989903927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3967748559989903927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls&apos; Night Out...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S6PLmzazUMI/AAAAAAAAALg/LuS5uFyl_Qs/s72-c/ALIM0552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-519552403132578404</id><published>2010-03-18T22:32:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:31:53.201+04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Book..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S6J9sBxsNkI/AAAAAAAAALY/Cu_Rx4INBLc/s1600-h/Girl+reading+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450056694416291394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S6J9sBxsNkI/AAAAAAAAALY/Cu_Rx4INBLc/s320/Girl+reading+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would prefer to buy books rather than food or clothes or even jewelry LOL and so ..I ended up buying new book today!!! Yeeeey..well, I've never heard of the writer but the DAILY MAIL loves it..so it's gotta be good. I read the introduction-kinda interesting..well, I will let you know once I start reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh you know what..the cashier is very attractive hehehehehe he's friendly as well. I used to feel very guilty if I saw a guy..cos I thought I would betray Bebiku..and how I always kept my eyes on him if we're together when a handsome guy passed by...I did not want to hurt him just by looking at another guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, that's an old story ...now I can see any guys in front of me without feeling guilty hahahhaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the book I bought..the book is incredibly cheap! I will come back there again next month to buy another book..there's another book I like there by Alice Walker..It's Time To Open Your Heart or something sound like that!hahahhah You know her right?..she's the author of The Colour Purple. Oh, then there's another book by an Indian writer called The Mistress of Spices??!Well, I've watched the movie...it's pretty good...I wanna check the book. Those are best buy books; I guess they've been in the shelves for too long so they decided to sell them on discounted price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-519552403132578404?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/519552403132578404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/519552403132578404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/519552403132578404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-book.html' title='New Book..'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S6J9sBxsNkI/AAAAAAAAALY/Cu_Rx4INBLc/s72-c/Girl+reading+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-8531146842070622423</id><published>2010-03-12T22:26:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:01:26.679+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The B e a c h...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S5qOih6UcMI/AAAAAAAAALA/l4x7qdUBQWU/s1600-h/ALIM0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447823423127711938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S5qOih6UcMI/AAAAAAAAALA/l4x7qdUBQWU/s320/ALIM0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is my day off; I went to the beach after such a looooong time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last time I went to the beach was last year!hahahaha and it was with Bebiku. Gee, that was our first time and last time to the beach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual I did not swim...I like sitting under the tree and read despite the beach is so tempting. Nobody was with me..I was alone. It was even worst cos the bus passed the street and places Bebiku and I had passed before..that memory kinda hit me again. How weird it feels; it seems so yesterday * sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so, I sat under a tree on my yellow and blue stripped beach mat, I brought small heart cushion with me (for my head) so I could lie down when I'm tired. The beach was packed with people - today is Friday. Lucky, I got a good spot..under huge trees with lots of birds on it. I enjoyed my time reading The Lovely Bones...nibbled the banana crackers...and had pasta I cooked yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What I love about the beach is that I love the way the wind touches my face...blows my hair...and how the song of the birds above me soothes me..no matter what I'm feeling at that time. I feel like I'm close to nature :) I uploaded a picture I took above me..isn't the tree beautiful?Too bad the birds're not there LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-8531146842070622423?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8531146842070622423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/b-e-c-h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8531146842070622423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8531146842070622423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/b-e-c-h.html' title='The B e a c h...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S5qOih6UcMI/AAAAAAAAALA/l4x7qdUBQWU/s72-c/ALIM0541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-1151729228431687019</id><published>2010-03-11T23:56:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:15:20.212+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw him the other day; glad that he's fine and okay. I was busy so I did not really pay attention but I had to admit my heart did not beat the same beat when he passed me by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate him..oh God, I really don't..never will I either. I hope he knows that I don't hate him for what happened. Everything happens for a reason. It's just easier for me to bear when we don't talk or communicate with each other..I'm not ready for that yet..God, please tell him :( help him when he needs you God..now that I wont be there with him..with &lt;em&gt;my baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-1151729228431687019?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1151729228431687019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1151729228431687019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1151729228431687019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/him.html' title='Him...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-142048371187651143</id><published>2010-03-09T21:42:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:18:03.481+04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Special You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S5aI5AatcPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ja8RNvVelbA/s1600-h/ALIM0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446691312297144562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S5aI5AatcPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ja8RNvVelbA/s320/ALIM0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You guys must be wondering why on earth I uploaded this pic. The piece of paper is very valuable to me. I carry it everywhere I go; it's always hidden in my agenda. Back when I was still in college,my fav lecturer - yup, the same lecturer who taught reading lesson I talked about in my previous post - gave us a brilliant activity. I thought it was "his" idea but yesterday I found a story that similar to what he told us to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, his name is Mr. Heribertus Sambang. He's a very down to earth kind of person. He always encouraged us in our study. He enjoys teaching very much. One day, before he began teaching, he told us to take out a piece of paper and write down 2 or 3 (cant really remember!)things about our classmates. Wait, those gotta be the NICEST things that you see in your classmates. And so we all wrote the nicest things that we see in each other. He collected all of the papers and he gave it back to us the next week with our names on it! That paper was exactly the same paper my lecturer gave me! It's quite dirty...but I still love reading it especially when I'm sad or depressed because it makes me feel that I'm valuable and that I am blessed with all the nicest things people see in me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturer even made joke. "If you wanna suicide; just make sure you read this paper first!" ahhahahah hey, but you will never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is the story I'm talking about. Hope you guys enjoy reading it....well, maybe it's a bit too long but hey..it's worth it! so READ it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Special You&lt;br /&gt;by Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All of Mark's former class mates started to gather around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times, " Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-142048371187651143?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/142048371187651143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/that-special-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/142048371187651143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/142048371187651143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/that-special-you.html' title='That Special You..'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S5aI5AatcPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ja8RNvVelbA/s72-c/ALIM0539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-1109578129568313031</id><published>2010-03-08T21:57:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:10:38.526+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Love Story Part 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here goes the second story. The tittle is &lt;em&gt;Who Do You Love&lt;/em&gt;..I've just read the story..and I fell in love with it ahhahaha. No, I didnt get this from my Lecturer if you're wondering LOL I dont think this kind of guy exist in this tough and rough world..err his too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Do You Love&lt;br /&gt;by Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next year and one-month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A Romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 pm at Grand Central Station in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll recognize me, " she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young women was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A women well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the women whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the women, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!" It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true nature of a heart is seen in it's response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohooooo....I particularly love the last lines "Tell me whom you love, And I will tell you who you are" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-1109578129568313031?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1109578129568313031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/amazing-love-story-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1109578129568313031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1109578129568313031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/amazing-love-story-part-2.html' title='Amazing Love Story Part 2...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-3414715368988368919</id><published>2010-03-08T21:33:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:56:57.085+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Love Story Part 1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I looove reading love stories :) no matter what! I remembered when I was still in college; my lecturer loved to give us amazing articles for us to analyze, well most of them are touching stories. My lecturer really knew how to get his students attention, he taught reading at that time. His subject was one of my fav lessons..I looked forward his lesson every week because I couldnt wait for new story..oh, I collected them by the way but somehow since all my stuffs were with my sister - it was misplaced somewhere which is too bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it kinda hit me back today. I browsed the internet and finally found one of the stories my lecturer gave us..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Salty Coffee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's one of my fav love stories; dunno if it happened in the real life. Hmm wondering if you guys know the story too..anyway, I have pasted here so you can read it too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Salty Coffee&lt;br /&gt;by Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go home..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?" He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this to everyone because love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but HOLD ON!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What do you think? Yessss...it's a &lt;em&gt;true love&lt;/em&gt; nothing but &lt;em&gt;true love &lt;/em&gt;can make you drink a salty coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-3414715368988368919?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3414715368988368919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/amazing-l-o-v-e-s-t-o-r-i-e-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3414715368988368919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3414715368988368919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/amazing-l-o-v-e-s-t-o-r-i-e-s.html' title='Amazing Love Story Part 1...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-3398264896711350751</id><published>2010-03-07T23:03:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:11:35.449+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling bored?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feeling bored or not..here's the good news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can find something to cheer me up instantly plus it makes me more creative. So, here it goes..an idea kinda hit me..to make my own e-card!you know with your own photo and texts and all that. Well, I guess it's my lucky day...I found a website called smilebox..this is totally a cool and fun web!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I posted my creation here..check them out!Trust me - you will love it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I had something to do today or else I might end up in McDonald's and choke myself with hot chocolates mix with salty water (you got it right..my tears!hahahah)..apparently this is my fav drink everytime Bebiku and I spend time together in McDonald's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love the second creation though..the swirl pics..it's so coool. I got all of my pics there and you can type text in each pic too..now tell me if I didnt wind you up LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go to bed now. See you soon..I'm hoping I can see rainbow tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-3398264896711350751?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3398264896711350751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3398264896711350751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3398264896711350751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-bored.html' title='Feeling bored?'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2790292547229642153</id><published>2010-03-07T22:30:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:01:44.438+04:00</updated><title type='text'>B r e a k  U p...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S5Px83UuaTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tzsXIo-qTnQ/s1600-h/angel+sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445962402366384434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S5Px83UuaTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tzsXIo-qTnQ/s320/angel+sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would like to announce something to you..my followers...to the world. This isn't a good news,it's a sad and heartbreaking news :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially, Bebiku and I are no longer together. Yes, Bebiku - the man I've always been proud of, the man who I always seek for when the world turns me upside down, the man I fell in love with, the man who owns my heart and my love, the man who can bring out the sun when my sky turns to grey, but most of all the man that has been with me through all my laughs and cries for the past 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt a happy ending; a beatiful ever after like what I have read in my fav novels or love story. Probably I read too much :) I dont know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like a bird with a broken wing at the moment. I know I'm gonnabe just be fine and that everything is going to be allright..it takes time somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish him the best in life ..hope life treats him kind..hope he can find someone he truly loves. And as for me; I'm a free soul..a bird who wants to soar high to the sky and fly freely to wherever I want to. I'm thinking to go away..far far away from where I am now...to find a new place I call home, new adventure and with a bit of luck..new love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tragic though; my last post shows how we will face everything &lt;em&gt;together &lt;/em&gt;but now - no more&lt;em&gt; us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; or we&lt;/em&gt;, it just gonnabe &lt;em&gt;me and myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to be honest, loneliness has been my friend all allong so why would I feel alone or lonely? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2790292547229642153?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2790292547229642153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/b-r-e-k-u-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2790292547229642153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2790292547229642153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/b-r-e-k-u-p.html' title='B r e a k  U p...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S5Px83UuaTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tzsXIo-qTnQ/s72-c/angel+sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-6098490251163221936</id><published>2010-03-07T21:00:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:00:48.606+04:00</updated><title type='text'>S m i L e Y..so cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5455304d5449314d6a453d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: S M i L e Y" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5455304d5449314d6a453d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/all/slideshows/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Slideshow&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S4etebiqqyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RTogGjOet0o/s320/Rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time goes by so fast....now,I'm a year older than last year(wont tell you how old I am now LOL). Thanks to God I could celebrate my birthday last Tuesday, 23rd Feb..the most beautiful date in the whole year hehehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time..in fact best birthday ever!cos I celebrated it Bebiku :)) this time. He gave me a red rose which still looks fresh until today, there it is...just next to my bed! and another gift....and it's pink! I have never given much thought about gift I would receive from him...just as long as it comes from his heart...no matter how small it is...it's big for me...and it's enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My co-worker surprised me with a birthday cake, my turn to treat them this coming Saturday..well,tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so funny sometimes..I dont know...hard to describe it. We never know what will happen tomorrow..sometimes it scares me. Bebiku and I went out together yesterday to find some gifts for his fasmily and relatives...oh,My God..he's worst than me!ahhahahaaaha too confused to decide which one to buy...at the end we end up buying nothing!hahahah just food and a t-shirt from Marks&amp;amp;Spencers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so back to life thing...I told him sometimes I think about bad things..like what would happen to us if we're not..you know together anymore..what would I do? Bebiku said I did not do thing that I always said...that is always think positive! so think positive he said. I woke up today..and think (again!)yes, think positive!life is hard and unpredictable..come what may and we will face it &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;!.....&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...that word is so beautiful to me..now that I'm with him.Thank you Bebiku :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-5370615390261265125?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5370615390261265125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/b-i-r-t-h-d-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/5370615390261265125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/5370615390261265125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/b-i-r-t-h-d-y.html' title='B i r t h d a y...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/S4etebiqqyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RTogGjOet0o/s72-c/Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-643102610733160870</id><published>2010-02-14T23:02:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:13:18.444+04:00</updated><title type='text'>V a l e n t i n e</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been a long time!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's like waking up from a long sleep :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Valentine's day to you all...14th February..the most beautiful date in the year (apart from my birthday,of course!).  Bebiku and I spent some time together before he went to work; I gave him a  card, I wrote all things I love about him :) and a CD ..love songs (I burned it myself). It feels so right to prepare the gift for him instead of buying. He told me he loves the card :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So hopefully all of you out there had a great Valentine's day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gotta go to sleep..I'm morning shift tomorrow. Damn, I wish I were rich so I could go to work anytime I want to hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-643102610733160870?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/643102610733160870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/v-l-e-n-t-i-n-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/643102610733160870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/643102610733160870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/v-l-e-n-t-i-n-e.html' title='V a l e n t i n e'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-8432783832781639415</id><published>2009-12-07T19:59:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:24:52.371+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, what's up world! Gee, I know I know..it's been a long time and when I got time to post..I posted sad thing :)..sorry for that but that's the truth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, Bebiku and I are still together..I was talking about past life whatsoever :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have told you guys that I am now a Reservations Supervisor? Well, it's been 2 months ago actually and since then my life is a hell as well as a blessing..you know what I mean. Yeah, lots of things to learn, to do and to check. Gosh!that is why I haven't got enough time to post new stuffs here..well, apart from the fact that I have no idea what to post LOL and what a surprise..I've lost one of my followers ..Katie. Anyway...:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my job as a challenge...how to manage people..how to ensure that operation runs smoothly..it's even tiny winy thing you know. I watched a movie..a teen movie actually called The Ice Princess...the girl...she inspired me. So I accept the designation because I want to try to be one..and if I fail..it's not because I did not try or too scared to try..but because I fail...that's all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-8432783832781639415?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8432783832781639415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8432783832781639415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8432783832781639415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-world.html' title='Hello World..'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-9025803663237193753</id><published>2009-12-02T22:11:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:50:42.721+04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is LOVE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a long time...here I am again writing about thing that's bothering me a lot lately....Love, yes..It's love. What is love? If love does exist, why do two people who really love each other can't be together??why can't love find a way...they say love will find the way. I don't understand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of meeting someone...loving him/her..but in the end you will lose him/her? And finally, we must move on..cos the world keeps turning...the sun keeps shining..we have to try to fall in love again, learn to love someone new again...I just dont understand! When we love someone..how can we fall in love again? Love hurts :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just me...but it's about lots of people who have been hurt...my best friend, my brother, my sister...and many other people that I don't know. Oh God, I never question your creation...nor I have doubt in you....but it just I can't bear it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-9025803663237193753?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9025803663237193753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/9025803663237193753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/9025803663237193753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-love.html' title='What is LOVE?'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-8274910588457217687</id><published>2009-10-16T20:00:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:00:56.686+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Book in BookRix</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--function BXbookLoadrimarose12557003737729899883() { window.open('http://www.bookrix.com/book.php?bookID=rimarose_1255700373.7729899883&amp;amp;pid=rimarose', 'BookWindow', 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8274910588457217687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-book-in-bookrix.html' title='Another Book in BookRix'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-5498873078315721901</id><published>2009-10-15T22:51:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:59:00.680+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Find me in Bookrix</title><content type='html'>&lt;map name="Pagemaprimarose_1255622977.6765639782"&gt;&lt;area id="Pagemaprimarose_1255622977.6765639782_cover" shape="RECT" target="_self" 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align="justify"&gt;This is so cool! You can design your own book here, well...It's Me is my first book there...yeeeeey me ahaahahahh I'm so excited to find something new and as cool as Bookrix!:D some of the poems are the poems I posted here though. Vote.. vote please..comment :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-5498873078315721901?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5498873078315721901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/find-me-in-bookrix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/5498873078315721901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/5498873078315721901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/find-me-in-bookrix.html' title='Find me in Bookrix'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-8096853704381608665</id><published>2009-10-14T22:41:00.014+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:49:18.157+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldiers in Kabul...</title><content type='html'>You must be wondering where I've been LOL &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, here's the story. I was so busy lately...with my job (unfortunately) well, that is because I was promoted! yeeeeey.... :) so now I'm kinda Supervisor. Well, I've still got many things to learn...one step at a time. &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today however I remember my new friends that I met in Wild Wadi (it's a famous waterpark in Dubai) last month. Guess what, they're soldiers!!!!!!!they're awesome, really! They're Italian. We only had a short conversation though, but I was so amazed with them. They're very young, so young. They were on a short vacation and so they spent it in Dubai..and that's how I met them! I have always admired soldiers, so when I finally got a chance to meet the real soldiers...I was like...dumbfounded ahhahahaha and I started to ask stupid questions such as "are you really a soldier??" ...."I mean real soldiers....in the war????" "With guns and stuff (I was actually performing the scene ahahhahaha you know ..like I was holding a gun in my hand)...they're just laughing and said "Of course" or might have been "Yes yes".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Do you know why I like soldiers? Well, main reasons are because they're brave, fearless, strong and most of all.......they're are not afraid to die!Well, they go to war..that shows it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But I can't still believe I finally have friends..real soldiers! I'm worried about them...about how dangerous their job is...I held my breath when I read news in the internet about suicide bombing in Kabul that caused 6 Italian soldiers died. I grabbed my laptop and sent message to one of them....just checking that they're okay...that they're still ALIVE!Thank God they're okay..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What amazed me the most is....they're human..just like us..they also have fear..sometimes they can't even breathe when their life is in danger. They would love to have a walk in the park with their loved ones, have a cup of coffee, go to the mall, go to the bar, spend time with their family and loved ones, dinner with their girlfriend or simply talk and just to be by their side and many simple things that people take for granted sometimes...to them those simple things are valuable..like treasure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So Olivo, Manolo, and Mino....this page goes for all of you :D may God bless you all! Till we meet again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/StYkHaVmsfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-MpbUV76aLQ/s1600-h/angel+praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392537313570370034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/StYkHaVmsfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-MpbUV76aLQ/s320/angel+praying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-8096853704381608665?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8096853704381608665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/soldiers-in-kabul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8096853704381608665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8096853704381608665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/soldiers-in-kabul.html' title='Soldiers in Kabul...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/StYkHaVmsfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-MpbUV76aLQ/s72-c/angel+praying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-6912409789373087967</id><published>2009-09-26T21:18:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:56:53.054+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm Ordinary Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, Saturday is my day off..and today is Saturday :D uhmm I did not do anything special today except maybe &lt;em&gt;Bebiku, &lt;/em&gt;we met each other at the usual spot (won't tell you where!LOL)and spent like 20 minutes or so together..just talking. Oh, we exchanged stuff by the way ahahhahah I bought him a blanket, it's a normal blanket but I know it's his favourite colour-blue and he bought me a pack of custard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had a good lunch today. There was a party at the office, my Manager cooked for all of us, yes, - it's my day off but I was invited LOL so I came to the office just to have my share. The food was delicious, it was Srilankan food. I loved the pineapple curry. I told my Manager to write down the recipe, I wanna try to cook it myself. You see, I'm the kind of person who wants to try any kinds of foods, - apart from Indonesian food. I mean it is interesting to taste food from different countries. I have conditions though; the food must not contain &lt;em&gt;onion&lt;/em&gt; and it must be cooked -not raw LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of day reading the Tiger's child. Damn, I nearly wept. Lucky the story was a happy ending, I might not be able to sleep if it wasn't. Have you ever felt you wanna change things to be better? think that we might make a different? I have always wanted to do that, - make a different. No matter how small that is, - just make a different. There are plenty things I want to change in this world hmpph, like child abuse, prostitution, and poverty but I dont know how. Okay, enough of this crap! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-6912409789373087967?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6912409789373087967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/uhm-ordinary-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6912409789373087967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6912409789373087967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/uhm-ordinary-saturday.html' title='Uhm Ordinary Saturday...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2352996869224447546</id><published>2009-09-24T23:47:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:40:23.471+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Torey Hayden...The Tiger's Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finished my duty at 8 PM today. I went jogging with Blossom (Cherry's nickname) from 8.30 PM to 10 PM. Actually, we were not really jogging..we walked..but fast LOL it helps me to stay &lt;em&gt;sane!&lt;/em&gt; I love the city at night; full of lights here and there and winter is coming soon so the weather is not really hot and humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way I'm reading a book written by Torey Hayden called the Tiger's child at the moment. Well, I'm nearly finish reading it...what an amazing book! Have you heard about her? She's a teacher especially for the children with special needs, child psychologist and a writer. She wrote her book based on true story. It's a touchy story about a little girl who was only 6, abandoned by her mother, left to live with her father, - an alcoholic and jobless man in a poor immigrant camp. Okay, wont tell you guys more LOL you should read it yourself. The story awakens my spirit to be a teacher again...I'm thinking to attend a college to pursue my teaching career "sigh" sometimes I am amazed with myself...it just sometimes I think I dont really know what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SrvYM0BVH4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jk9AoWFcQvg/s1600-h/sad+image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385135494085812098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SrvYM0BVH4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jk9AoWFcQvg/s400/sad+image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2352996869224447546?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2352996869224447546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/torey-haydenthe-tigers-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2352996869224447546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2352996869224447546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/torey-haydenthe-tigers-child.html' title='Torey Hayden...The Tiger&apos;s Child'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SrvYM0BVH4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jk9AoWFcQvg/s72-c/sad+image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2638250648210304782</id><published>2009-09-18T22:35:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:15:28.076+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rima's Day Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SrPaOiv3tBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/uG5AJ2mMD98/s1600-h/ALIM0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382885923018486802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SrPaOiv3tBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/uG5AJ2mMD98/s320/ALIM0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really had a good time yesterday :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was like I was having the time of my life..it was like my birthday!ahhahahahah I went out with 2 other friends, they're my co-workers..Duh, I dont like the sound of it...co-worker hmm sounds really old fashioned and formal lol. Anyway, we went out to the Mall of Emirates, it is the biggest mall by the way in the UAE, I've been there many times but yesterday was the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a train (Dubai Metro) to get there..it was our first time...the Dubai Metro was launched on 9-09-2009 cool eh!I haven't got time to try it. I'm a bad liar, I've got plenty of times but got no friends to go with :( Bebiku is always busy working, he's depressed at the moment - tired of his boring schedule. Nothing I can do to cheer him up, he's not that excited about taking the train and we hardly see each other so..on and on and on ahhahahahaha okay back to the train, my friends Cherry and Guiller were as excited as I was! we're just like brother and sisters who were very thrilled having a day out without parents supervision lol, we could not stop laughing since we left the office till we reach the mall...well,we talked about nonesense, useless things most of the time hahhahahaha we were unbelievably funny, crazy, stupid and well, you name it. We played some games in Magic Planet, tried some of the rides there and took many pictures. Most of the people in the train stared at us..perhaps because we talked a lot or perhaps because of Cherry has a problem in controlling her volume lol..we did not give a damn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say it feels really good.....just to laugh!do silly things that make us look idiot LOL it feels so good to be happy. What else could I ask for more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2638250648210304782?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2638250648210304782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/rimas-day-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2638250648210304782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2638250648210304782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/rimas-day-out.html' title='Rima&apos;s Day Out...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SrPaOiv3tBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/uG5AJ2mMD98/s72-c/ALIM0442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-6483864052236530138</id><published>2009-09-10T22:59:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:14:12.428+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found My Dream Prince.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the title of my story which I sent to "du" it's one of the mobile service provider in the UAE, though I am not using their service but I did join their contest called Ramadan Kareem (sorry, cant translate in English LOL) so we can send our stories..which has to be very short hmm between 300 to 700 characters ONLY! people or reader will vote each story and top stories will be published in a book...sounds cool eh. Well, ladies and gentlemen my story at the moment ranks at number 13!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the story was inspired by &lt;em&gt;Bebiku&lt;/em&gt;. When you hmmm really in to someone...you can think of anything for God's sake!!! I told him about it, he was like so very happy. He voted as well :) though he said "who gave you permission to publish my life online?"ahhahahahahaha anyway, I have told you guys how &lt;em&gt;Bebiku&lt;/em&gt; is really freakin'out with internet stuff...he did not have pictures on the net, that is why I do not have picture of him in my blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would let you know, if I were one of the winners. I would definitely post it in my blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-6483864052236530138?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6483864052236530138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-found-my-dream-prince.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6483864052236530138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6483864052236530138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-found-my-dream-prince.html' title='I Found My Dream Prince.....'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-452047522311391048</id><published>2009-09-05T01:32:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:59:20.674+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News And Bad News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, here we go. I got surprises..really big surprises!!!two days in a row, - yesterday and today. Yesterday, when I arrived at the office, my Superior asked me how long was I going to stay in the company, whether I would leave soon blah blah blah..at first I didn't know where the conversation led to but when he said our new Manager needed someone to help him ...I knew it. I right away said NO, he said just think about it and let me know. I stubbornly said the answer would be NO. I texted Bebiku, he called me to congratulate me! He really thinks I must take the offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know that I have sent my application to The Big Bus Company in London!believe it or not, they wanted me to come and see them for an interview on Monday the 7th September 2009. Yes, it was unbelieavable! I just got the email today. You see, TWO good news in a row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now the BAD news, the recruitement team wasn't aware I am living in Dubai so when I replied back with the unfortunate reality and hope there is another way of interview (I was thinking through the phone or web or something)...they said they could only do the interview in person which I have fully understood (well, there's no harm in trying :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I would really love to go to London and join the Big Bus but the visa is aint easy! Well, I just try to see the bright side, at least I'm lucky enough to be invited for an interview...so this mean I can apply for any good jobs out there....anywhere in the world! I believe everything in this world has its own time and place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-452047522311391048?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/452047522311391048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-news-and-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/452047522311391048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/452047522311391048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-news-and-bad-news.html' title='Good News And Bad News...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-4605526504593270190</id><published>2009-08-28T13:58:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:00:07.004+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta and Bebiku...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SpexgXOU8SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4pBCEN1nQZk/s1600-h/pasta-shapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374959849838014754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SpexgXOU8SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4pBCEN1nQZk/s320/pasta-shapes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I become the fan of pasta..because it's one of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bebiku's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; favourite food! He called me an hour ago and told me that he cooked pasta, he wanted to share it with me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bebiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has always shared whatever he cooks, if he thinks I can eat it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I never judge the taste cos it really doesn't matter to me as long as the food has his touch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is a strange and funny thing, maybe I'm in love with him and maybe not....I cannot tell. Part of me scared and part of me wanted to burst free..one thing for sure, deep inside my heart I am not the one who I used to be...I am changed...to a better person. I don't know what tomorrow can bring, I try to cherish all the moments I have with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bebiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We are two very different people, trying to get along..the other has to stick to the culture while the other is an adventurous and willing to take risk and chance. I'm too scared to expect great things...I had that before and it hurts!damn hurts! So I guess I will let it flow...hoping it will go all right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-4605526504593270190?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4605526504593270190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/pasta-and-bebiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4605526504593270190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4605526504593270190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/pasta-and-bebiku.html' title='Pasta and Bebiku...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SpexgXOU8SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4pBCEN1nQZk/s72-c/pasta-shapes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-1489581725103169576</id><published>2009-08-27T01:49:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:45:39.709+04:00</updated><title type='text'>25th August....Dad's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, the 25th August was my Dad's birthday. I wasnt sure whether he remembered it was his birthday, you know what I mean. I mean would they be ever the same person we knew after they passed away...there in the other world? I read in the book that when we die, we will be &lt;em&gt;picked up&lt;/em&gt; (couldnt find other terms LOL) by someone we've lost before...in my case, it would be my Dad. So, that person would accompany us to the next world..tell us not to be afraid, explain what the next world look like etc. Logically then, the people we've lost would obviously still the same people we knew when they were alive, correct?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, that God's mystery that we will find out once we die (unfortunately). I dreamt about my Dad several times after he died...the first dream was he did not realize he was already dead, the following dreams were I was walking with my Dad, he was so happy. You see, in the real life - my Dad had an accident and after the accident he was paralyzed. He could no longer walk from that day on...it had something to do with the spinal cord??so he spent the rest of his life on his bed. Yup, you heard me...on the bed. In the dreams, he asked me to come with him to inform the neighbours that now he could walk. I woke up with a start ...and I was thinking a lot..about all those dreams..I swear to God..they seemed real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I read a lot of books about death; I have 3 interesting books , - unfortunately I've lost 2 of them (thanks to my sister..I'm being sarcastic!) the only book I have with me now is Life Between Life...woow, the book is awsome. It tells us about where the deads are ....and blimey, they're not far away. The book also tells us about other people's experiences..I mean the lost. I'm very interested in that area especially that I have witnessed my Dad's death ( I was on his side till he drew his last breath..I got goosebump now) I want to know whether he is okay, I sometimes wondering what he's doing, what does the other world look like etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I have never dreamt of him anymore.....he's still the first one in my prayer's list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Birthday Dad...hope you had a great day with the angels up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-1489581725103169576?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1489581725103169576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/25th-augustdads-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1489581725103169576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1489581725103169576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/25th-augustdads-birthday.html' title='25th August....Dad&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-7100004011702749993</id><published>2009-08-22T19:27:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:45:34.668+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadan is the holy month for the muslim, they must &lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt; for the whole month. Dubai is a muslim country so during the holy month of Ramadan people are not allowed to eat or drink or smoke in public unless they wanna go to jail (I'm not joking!). Food courts and restaurants are closed during the day and open after 6 PM, that is when the muslims break their &lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt;. I lost 2 kilos last year heheheheh despite I did not fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebiku is fasting of course. Funny thing is I tried to cook something for him, we call it &lt;em&gt;kolak&lt;/em&gt; in Indonesian, it tastes sweet. We put banana, jackfruit or sweet potato or cassava in it which is cooked with brown sugar and coconut milk, it is even better when it's cold. It might sound strange but trust me it is yummy. In Indonesia it's a food that must be served during Ramadan. Bebiku doesnt like it...he said fruit should be fresh not boiled or something ahaahahhaah he's so funny. Oh, I cannot see him during Ramadan ..not for a long time..I cannot touch him either :(. Hey, guess what I made &lt;em&gt;kolak &lt;/em&gt;today! It was my first time..I've never made it before and it turned out to be awesome! my roommate liked it! :0) Yeeey me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, it is still summer now here. August is the peak. The temperature is around 43 to 44.....baking hot!!! Winter is still long way to go....keep on dreaming Rima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-7100004011702749993?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7100004011702749993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7100004011702749993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7100004011702749993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadan.html' title='Ramadan'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-3337272181580862888</id><published>2009-08-09T23:28:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:56:04.507+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Application Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I sent my application to The Big Bus Company in London this evening...cant wait to know the result. Cross your finger! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I know..it will take time..I think the recruitement starts on January but hey..doesnt mean we can't try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the meantime, I will keep searching for any other opportunities...online of course. I think my time in Dubai is enough..it is the time to spread the wing lol however, I let God decide and take care the rest :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-3337272181580862888?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3337272181580862888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/job-application-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3337272181580862888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3337272181580862888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/job-application-part-ii.html' title='Job Application Part II'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-1917013079111893807</id><published>2009-08-08T23:51:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:45:29.083+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Application...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeey, I finally managed to finish my cover letter and my CV!! Yahoooo, congrats Rima! lol to me it's really a hard work...imagine that lazy feeling inside you..controlling you like a remote control, and then your mouth automatically complains &lt;em&gt;no time no time&lt;/em&gt; "sigh" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do it if you WANT to DO it! I'll keep it in my mind. So, tomorrow I will send my application to the Big Bus company in London. Yup, you hear me..Big Bus. I bet all of you know it or at least heard about it. I'm in the mood of trying something new, something exciting..something that I havent tried before. I love Big Bus, the bus is cute and attractive ahahahah I've tried it once with &lt;em&gt;Bebiku, &lt;/em&gt;I chose the night tours to surprise him on his birthday..it was just the 2 of us...very romantic!!hhahahah he loved it very much! I told him I wannabe one of the tour guides when the guide was delivering life commentary. But I apply for the Sales and Customer Service first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London...never been there before. Well, I have been to London Heathrow though lol just to transit on my way to Slovakia and then once again on my back to Bali in 2003. If they hired me (if I'm lucky enough ) woww...it would be so cooool! London kinda interesting but not the weather though! Lawrie told me it's miserable. Anyway, it would be a new adventure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-1917013079111893807?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1917013079111893807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/job-application.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1917013079111893807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1917013079111893807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/job-application.html' title='Job Application...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-8429490327717017127</id><published>2009-08-05T20:45:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:23:49.069+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pisces...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Astrology has always fascinated me! I think they are amazing, honestly. Well, think about it, people can predict (mostly it's true) someone's character, life, love life, soulmate, financial ..you name it! by reading the stars????the position whatsoever??? I wanna learn that too so I can predict my own life lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Pisces and I am so proud to be one. Here is what I found in the internet about Pisces women;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pisces is the most considerate and compassionate sign out of all the signs of the zodiac. In keeping with those qualities, the Pisces woman is the one who is most willing and able to listen to other people’s problems and, who will offer endless support and comfort.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pisces woman’s emotional openness can also become her greatest challenge since the fish swims within the oceans and seas being areas of wide expanses and limitless depths.&lt;br /&gt;The Pisces girl can swim about in an endless sea of emotions with no shore in sight and, as result, can end up absorbing so much emotional energy from her environment that she can become drained of vitality, causing her to withdraw into herself in the manner of a self-imposed exile of solitude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the most mystical of the signs and the Pisces girl is aware that there is an invisible world; as result she can often feel overly burdened by the restrictions and responsibilities of the practical realities of the life in which she lives. It is not uncommon for some Pisces women to endeavour to overcome the pressures of everyday life through forms of addiction. These girls can be related to the Fish that swim downstream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The alternative, are the Fish who swim upstream, represented by those Pisces girls who take a path in life that brings them consciously into contact with their deep spiritual nature. Such woman can be found working, or involved with, charities and/or organizations of a distinctly humanitarian orientation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I'm telling you, whoever predict those ..he/she is damn right! my friend told me once that I am moody and that my mood is like the weather..which is unpredictable!ahhahahaahha I, personally always occupy my mind with something...you know keep it busy because once it's empty I could fill it with bad, sad memories about me..especially when I was sad, depressed or stress...arrrrghhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-8429490327717017127?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8429490327717017127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/pisces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8429490327717017127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8429490327717017127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/pisces.html' title='The Pisces...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-586647380354118963</id><published>2009-07-29T00:51:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:54:58.757+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant Wait For The Breaking Dawn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This month is not a very good month, for me and &lt;em&gt;Bebiku. &lt;/em&gt;Well, I'm more fortunate than &lt;em&gt;Bebiku&lt;/em&gt;, he is sick at the moment..it has something to do with his colon. I can tell you, he is such a healthy man!he really pays attention to his food (he sometimes complains about me who always eat outside lol) in addition to that, work has depressed him, yup - he's stress!the Doctor says so after he got himself checked at the nearest clinic. I have tried to cheer him up but I know I would never be able to feel exactly what he's feeling at the moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;/em&gt;Oh boy, I dont even know where to start. My job is getting boring and boring everyday, my mind is getting numb and number ..honestly, I couldnt even think sometimes lol what could be worst than that? I think my problem now is NATO - No Action Talk Only...remember I keep saying I miss something new, being in a new country, new culture, seeing new people etc.. I keep saying those things but not doing anything to make it come true. Oh wait, I did something...yes I did. I have been searching for new jobs online lately..but still unable to decide which country to go to and what job to apply for ahahahahah I am so amazed with myself!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebiku and I will meet each other today...we'll talk about this too..ooh I havent seen him in a week! Well, we're calling and texting and chatting though...but that's not enough. I miss him :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We will get over this Baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-586647380354118963?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/586647380354118963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-wait-for-breaking-dawn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/586647380354118963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/586647380354118963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-wait-for-breaking-dawn.html' title='Cant Wait For The Breaking Dawn..'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-4485042282293496456</id><published>2009-07-23T23:02:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:16:36.989+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck! Aarrrrghhhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been trying to finish my article with no luck. I don't understand what's going on, lately I'm just sort of stuck. I could not think of any perfect sentences let alone words! I have been planning to write an article about Dubai, I thought at first it would be easier as I'm living in Dubai!Logically it should be easier, I'm living, - yes, I'm living in Dubai for God's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Probably, it might have been more than 10 times when I sat in front of my lap top, concentrating on the topic with no luck as I have stated above. I started to think, I'm useless! I haven't got talent to write etc....writer's block?well, you couldn't have it for ages could you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so stress! I really want to finish this article, I have been wanting to write about it since I arrived in Dubai which was 2 years ago! What the hell is wrong with me???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-4485042282293496456?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4485042282293496456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4485042282293496456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4485042282293496456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuck.html' title='Stuck! Aarrrrghhhhh....'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2375844197409189027</id><published>2009-07-16T21:36:00.012+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:00:43.754+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments Of My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/Sl93UcZWjwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Gf8rcBwNoeQ/s1600-h/ALIM0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359133274697797378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/Sl93UcZWjwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Gf8rcBwNoeQ/s320/ALIM0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a kind of girl who likes to keep everything.....when I said everything, it means everything!! say, it's a public bus ticket, movie ticket, entrance ticket to a museum or something, and many more. I like collecting those things because they remind me of my time..I mean my particular time, day, date and month, particular moment whatsoever!in my life...well, I also think it would be so wonderful to remember or stare at those things when my hair turns to gray :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , now that I'm living in Dubai, I do not want to miss every single moment of my life in here..either they're good or bad...every moment counts. The journal was a gift from Lawrie. This is what my journal looks like, isn't it cute? lol. I draw things, glue and paste the items, comment on each one of them, I try to make it as interesting as it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2375844197409189027?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2375844197409189027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/moments-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2375844197409189027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2375844197409189027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/moments-of-my-life.html' title='Moments Of My Life...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/Sl93UcZWjwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Gf8rcBwNoeQ/s72-c/ALIM0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-1977383930483371271</id><published>2009-07-13T21:30:00.011+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:28:43.075+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem Of The Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SluIL4EiaPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wpHOpoYcyac/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358025919298693362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SluIL4EiaPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wpHOpoYcyac/s200/Heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring beat to my Heart;&lt;br /&gt;Air to my lungs;&lt;br /&gt;Soul to my body;&lt;br /&gt;And make me ALIVE again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, this is poem of the day. I chose this, because this is one of my fav poems I have written. To me, the poem has a magical feeling, it's pure and honest, simple and yet innocent. It was inspired by someone special and that's why this poem is very special as well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-1977383930483371271?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1977383930483371271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-with-my-poems.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1977383930483371271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1977383930483371271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-with-my-poems.html' title='Poem Of The Day...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SluIL4EiaPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wpHOpoYcyac/s72-c/Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-4377876148937765235</id><published>2009-07-12T22:21:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:41:15.836+04:00</updated><title type='text'>On and Off..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's just the perfect title for my internet connection! After a week or so..the internet is finally back on! I have no idea what happened, the guy just told me there &lt;em&gt;was a problem, &lt;/em&gt;you know..without telling you what the problem was. Oh, well who cares now that I've got it back yeeeey..too bad I'm morning shift tomorrow, I can't stay up late :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just amazing how internet nowadays is like a cup of tea or coffee in the morning, like a breakfast, lunch or dinner or even worst like&lt;em&gt; air &lt;/em&gt;hahahah you know where you can't breathe without it which is funny..we were okay when internet wasn't around yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-4377876148937765235?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4377876148937765235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-and-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4377876148937765235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/4377876148937765235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-and-off.html' title='On and Off..'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-5031502722041931857</id><published>2009-07-02T23:19:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:24:03.640+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Bebiku...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know things don't go like what you want them to nowadays, you don't wanna smile, don't wanna laugh, don't wanna joke...I wish there's something I could do :( to bring you back...if I were as smart as you said, as intelligent as you always said..I could have found the solution of your problems..of my problems as well, guess I'm not that smart. But there's one thing I know for sure...I know that you CAN, I believe you CAN handle it!&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I believe you can then you shouldn't doubt yourself! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's easy to say but so hard to do. Did you remember you told me once, how hard it was when you applied for a job?You walked under the sun for hours and hours everyday!, from one company to the other companies, got on and off of the bus? Did you remember that? somehow, amazingly, you survived! now tell me..where is the spirit like the one you used to have? It's still there..within you!even when you said you cannot..you still can. When I met you for the first time, I admired your calmness and your patience...then as time goes by...your laughter and your smile attract my attention but of course..it was your smell attract me most ahahahaah ( you know what I mean). Please hold on to what you believe...you can always count on me when you need a friend to talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, try to smile, so I've got one song for you...the title is &lt;em&gt;smile, &lt;/em&gt;the singer is Connie Talbot, she's really cute!She was just 6 years old when she sang this ( I think ), I love her voice...the reason why I chose her..because I'm sure you will smile when you see her! and hear her beautiful voice. Check out her video from YouTube by clicking the link below or you can copy paste it in the internet explorer page:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h17y_Yi6WVM&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=B884B5CB98D5BADB&amp;amp;index=46"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h17y_Yi6WVM&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=B884B5CB98D5BADB&amp;amp;index=46&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pasted the lyrics as well;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile,&lt;br /&gt;Though your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;Smile,&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's breaking,&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by&lt;br /&gt;If you smile&lt;br /&gt;Through your fears and sorrow, smile&lt;br /&gt;And maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the sun come shining through for you.&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness,&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near,&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying,&lt;br /&gt;Smile,&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of crying,&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worhwhile,&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-5031502722041931857?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5031502722041931857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile-bebiku.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/5031502722041931857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/5031502722041931857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile-bebiku.html' title='Smile Bebiku...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-6538894896928979968</id><published>2009-06-27T23:19:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:27:20.916+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SkZxCKs6S9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/obd77_9-NDk/s1600-h/Rima+and+Rika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352089489222814674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SkZxCKs6S9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/obd77_9-NDk/s400/Rima+and+Rika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This pic was taken around December 2008 when I came back home for my first vacation after leaving Bali for nearly a year and a half.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;My sister is cuter than me, bit taller but both of us are skinny. We nearly look like each other, people thought we were twins when we were kids. Well, Mom always dressed us with exactly the same dress, accessories, shoes, etc. I love my sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's an amazing sister though we fight a lot ,perhaps that's why I miss her! She likes wearing my clothes, trying my stuffs etc. When we were kids, she always followed me whereever I went to, it annoyed me...but all she said I would keep following you!It annoyed me even more. So, I had to sneak out everytime I went out to play with my friends. Not that I didn't like her when she followed me, it just sometimes my friends and I went to dangerous places for kids ahhahaha and I was scared something bad might happen to her. She thought I hated her. Oh well,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very stubborn but no matter how stubborn she is, she listens to me!She told my Mom once, she wanted to be just like me. Isn't that sweet?I'm nobody but yet my sister wannabe just like me. Oh, we both cat lovers...we're crazy about cats! We would race home from school sometimes just to be the first to hold our only cat Maissy ahahhahahah it was hilarious!!poor Maisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a boyfriend, they intend to get married soon. It makes me happy but in the same time it makes me sad. I kinda feel I will lose her...her boyfriend got a fatal accident 2 years ago and he lost his right eye..his right eye is blind. My sister's love does not get lessen but it even grows more. I asked her if she really loved him and she said yes instantly ...without any doubt. I feel so proud of her :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you Rika!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-6538894896928979968?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6538894896928979968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sister.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6538894896928979968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6538894896928979968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sister.html' title='My Sister ...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SkZxCKs6S9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/obd77_9-NDk/s72-c/Rima+and+Rika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-6494416470734236286</id><published>2009-06-23T22:30:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:52:05.827+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Water-Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It took more than a week to finish this book!It only has 150 pages!! I finished reading New Moon within 6 days..and it has 400 pages!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But then I realized what the problem was; the book is kinda old, it's a classic story, the theme is not very appealing, the English is quite hard to understand, it kinda using old English words..I mean unlike the modern stories ..mind you, English is not my mother tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the reasons stated above, I did manage to finish the book. I ticked my 1001 Book You Must Read Before You Die list. The story is very interesting; in fact Charles Kingsley is a creative and imaginative person. His idea is very unusual and the way he made it sound like there were Water-Babies in the world was pretty convincing. I am an imaginative person myself so it won't be too hard for me to believe what he says in the book! The adventure of Tom the Chimney-sweep is worth reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now read my next book - Through The Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll. I nearly finished it, probably by the end of this month. Cross your finger lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/4953628129856224706-6494416470734236286?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6494416470734236286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/water-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6494416470734236286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6494416470734236286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/water-babies.html' title='The Water-Babies'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-7630590173297826967</id><published>2009-06-20T12:28:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:53:09.013+04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Gotta Be More To Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soooo...Rima is back!&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better than before, feeling happier :) yeeeeey me!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say thank you to Katie and Sparkling Angel, thank you for the beautiful comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing how sorrow can be so beautiful sometimes? how it inspires us to create such lovely phrasings without even trying to? and yes, no matter what happen..my sky will turn blue again....just like the ever changing seasons..guess, that how life goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to take things easy sometimes...sometimes we just have to &lt;em&gt;surrender.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gotta be more to life than proving ourselves that we are strong enough to fight the life itself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-7630590173297826967?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7630590173297826967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-gotta-be-more-to-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7630590173297826967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7630590173297826967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-gotta-be-more-to-life.html' title='There&apos;s Gotta Be More To Life...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-3565036347752157136</id><published>2009-06-14T22:47:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:26:40.543+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blue Sky Turns To Gray...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm not trying to sound so poetic or something...but that's the way it is..my blue sky has turned to gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Couple of days ago..I had the answer I've been longing for to know..and now that I know..it hurts! I feel there's something missing. I couldn't sleep well lately, I feel lazy...I feel like all I wanna do is just sit, sleep and do nothing, that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But hey, lucky I'm strong enough to fight..I try to be happy and cheerful, like I always am. Nobody knows it but me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It just weird..I used to have a moon and a star in my sky. Now, they're gone..nothing but darkness, nothing but emptiness. I want to fly, fly high.. up to the sky and hide.&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/4953628129856224706-3565036347752157136?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3565036347752157136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-blue-sky-turns-to-gray.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3565036347752157136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/3565036347752157136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-blue-sky-turns-to-gray.html' title='My Blue Sky Turns To Gray...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-9137533210391613482</id><published>2009-06-13T12:55:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:04:29.601+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Agony, Thy Name Is Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the article of &lt;em&gt;Agony, Thy Name Is Woman&lt;/em&gt; in Gulf Today published on Wed, June 10, 2009. The news was shocking, I was like..God, when I think my life is miserable, turned out to be there are many more people out there living in an unbelievable, unimaginable life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After reading the article, I felt so lucky and grateful for my life. I have read many articles as such but this article touched me. Okay, you guys might wonder what the heck I'm talking about. It's about the life of women in Tajikistan, ever heard the country? Well, frankly speaking this is my first time to hear the name of the country and what a shock after knowing it for the first time! How the suicide among women has become an epidemic there, especially married women who are abused by their husbands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article was written by Mukammal Odinaeva started with a story of a young woman who decided to end her life by pouring kerosene over her legs and set them on fire and how she regretted being saved by her neighbours. "Why did they save me? I don't want to live like this, "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;was what she said. Death has been the perfect choice for them who got constant abuse from their husbands. It's like a trap - once they get in they can't get out. If in any case, they decide to get out, they will end up with no money, no family because their family are often reluctant to take them back, on top of that they will be abused by their husbands'relatives. I guess those facts scared them...the fact that they're gonnabe alone! Alone with nobody to turn to, nobody to talk to, it just going to be you and yourself. It's amazing how the word ALONE has a magical effect to someone (including me!). The word itself is more frightening than the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also notice that the women tend to get married in a very young age like 16 to 17. Teenagers, young, vulnerable and fragile. I remember being 17, I was adventuring life for the first time in my life...alone without parents. Trying to get a job, making friends, being independent, tasting what freedom was..there are just more to life than to get married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't believe what makes a man abuse his wife? what the heck is he thinking of? guess, we'll never know, I guess that what makes us different from them..we can never imagine or think any reason to hurt someone we love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article teaches me (personally) lot of things. Being a woman doesn't mean you can't do anything, doesn't mean you are weak, doesn't mean man or anybody can abuse us. It's our choice to live the life we are living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-9137533210391613482?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9137533210391613482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/agony-thy-name-is-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/9137533210391613482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/9137533210391613482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/agony-thy-name-is-woman.html' title='Agony, Thy Name Is Woman'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-8817006481835022282</id><published>2009-06-11T21:32:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:22:32.505+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story : First Day At Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Writing is an interesting activity, it's the time where you can daydream! imagination is important, as Mr. Einstein says "&lt;em&gt;Imagination is more important than knowledge&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have I told you guys that being a writer is one of my dreams? I'm not that goood..but I keep trying and practicing ..well,when I'm not lazy of course lol! I'm serious. There are plenty of times when I try to write, my brain just lose its main function i.e. to think (don't laugh!)..my friend Lawrie told me once that means I have a &lt;em&gt;writer's block. &lt;/em&gt;In addition to that, sometimes I'm not patient enough. I can't wait to finish my story and start another new story..you know when an idea out of a sudden just pops up in your head like a firecracker &lt;em&gt;bang!&lt;/em&gt; I am amazed to hear famous writers could take like 7 years or 10 years to finish their works!!! I ask myself will I be able to that?I know Rome wasn't built in a day..but I just think it's too long. No offence guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okay, this post will be a short story..I mean a really super short one :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The idea is that we all have our first day..in anything. I'm telling you this based on a true story, it happened in my office! Enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day is always a big day for everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Say, it's first day at school, first day at college,etc. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's a story of a young guy who migrated from his far away country Pakistan to Dubai hoping to get a better a life. He is now working in one of the Hotel Apartment as an Excursion Desk officer. His name is Rahul. He's about 24 years old. He's tall and dangling, wearing glasses and he has a really big voice which shows how arrogant he is. He would never forget his first day at the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Sunday morning, 8.00 AM. He arrived 15 minutes earlier than the employees itself. He was so afraid to be late that he skipped his breakfast. His stomach was making funny noise when he had his trainning with the Manager in charge that morning, obviously he's hungry and his stomach desperately needed something to eat! So, he went to the pantry which was just five minutes away from the office to heat the bread which he bought on his way to work. He put the bread in the only available microwave , set the timer, then went back to the office for the trainning. He totally forgot the bread as the Manager went on and on about the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour or so the fire alarm in the whole office in the second floor rang. All of the staffs came out of their offices, curious to find out what's the cause of it instead of feeling panic or ran out of the emergency exit, Rahul was one of them. He had not realized yet that he was the cause of the incident. It never happened before, they even considered the fire alarm had no use at all. The pantry was full of smoke, and it came from the microwave. Muhammad, the office boy was brave enough to get in and open the microwave and woalah there it was ....Rahul's bread!!! Mohammad screamed between the thick black smoke lingering in the pantry "Whose bread is this??"Rahul's face went red and he apologized to everybody over and over again. What a first day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-8817006481835022282?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8817006481835022282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-first-day-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8817006481835022282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8817006481835022282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-first-day-at-work.html' title='A Story : First Day At Work'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-6679507954668889205</id><published>2009-06-06T23:08:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:31:46.205+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1001 Books List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's my day off today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had such a great day!! (another exclamation mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friend and I went to err 3 different places,we left the house like 12.30 PM and got back home at 9.30 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Satwa&lt;/span&gt;. It is about 15 minutes away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Burdubai&lt;/span&gt; the main city in Dubai. I bought 7 books at once (some of them are used books). Those books are in the 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die list. I can't wait to read all of them. I will start with the The Water- Babies by Charles Kingsley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ghurair&lt;/span&gt; Shopping Center. We went there because I need to find shoes! My feet are naughty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heheheh&lt;/span&gt; it is so difficult to find a pair of good shoes that fit in my feet..especially here in Dubai. I just have to browse all malls and shoe shops to find my size! Guess what, I couldn't find my size in there! (sigh) never mind..I'll find it somewhere else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Deira&lt;/span&gt; City Center. This is quite a huge shopping center. I bought some stuffs here..won't describe what they are though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The temperature was like 43, might have been more..it's really hot!!!We got lost as well...but that was the fun part to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ahhahhahhahah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's quite late. I have morning shift for the whole week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-6679507954668889205?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6679507954668889205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/1001-books-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6679507954668889205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6679507954668889205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/1001-books-list.html' title='The 1001 Books List'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-1326897173321967234</id><published>2009-06-04T10:20:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:35:19.810+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon shift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up at 9 AM after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;staying&lt;/span&gt; up late last night. I checked my email and found nothing new. I turned on the TV and the stereo at the same time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahhahahahah&lt;/span&gt; well, I kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; but listening to the music. I have just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; my cereal..yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;afternoon&lt;/span&gt; shift today, it starts at 12 noon.Oh how I hate afternoon shift. I mean this month is summer..the temperature is like 43 degrees plus!!! my umbrella just doesn't seem to be enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I won't let the heat bring me down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you guys, I can now count from 1 to 20 in Arabic!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hurray&lt;/span&gt;..well, from 20 to 30 is a bit easier...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bebiku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;taught me how to pronounce the correct pronunciation. Now, I need to learn the basic vocabulary. Takes time pal! Honestly, Japanese is easier but learning new language like Arabic is fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-1326897173321967234?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1326897173321967234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/afternoon-shift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1326897173321967234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1326897173321967234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/afternoon-shift.html' title='Afternoon shift'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-920576357882869988</id><published>2009-06-03T23:56:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:42:52.288+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm back!Yup, I finally got my internet connection back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, there are lots of stories to tell..and I don't know where to begin. First of all, I haven't watched Hannah Montana the movie yet, it kinda of long story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, there was my superb belated birthday gift from &lt;em&gt;Bebiku..the NEW MOON &lt;/em&gt;and another wonderful gift from my best friend Lawrie..an audible book hmm I'm still having problem with it...sorry Lawrie. Then, my plan to find another job in another country again. I miss new adventure, new surroundings, new culture (though sometimes it shocks me lol), and new people.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I'm still trying to figure out how I'm gonna do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, my mind is racing ahahahah I'm trying to collect all of the stories in my head..and it's kind of too excited too lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, I joined the 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die..this is so coool! I decided to read the 1001 books...of course I have read some of them!but I doubt I can finish the rest before I die ahahahahhaha seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to be back again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-920576357882869988?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/920576357882869988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/920576357882869988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/920576357882869988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-1978567943768902642</id><published>2009-05-10T17:51:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:12:38.359+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was my day off. I felt extremely bored, sad, and many other negative feelings. I dunno why (gee, I wish I knew) maybe because I have my monthly thing (you know..) so sometimes you cry for no reason for God's sake!see how difficult it is to be a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped my lunch, I only had potato chips and juice when I was at the beach park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the beach park at 7 AM and got back home at 2.30 PM. I was tired when I got home but all those bad feelings still swimming in my head..so I kept myself busy ( I also jog to free myself from those bad negative feelings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my room thoroughly from the kitchen to the bathroom! and then cleaned my cupboard and changed my bed sheet. I turned on my stereo loud enough for other neighbours to hear lol!but the bad feelings just stayed in there..as if it didn't wanna leave me and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Other reason was because I felt so ...alone. I wanted to be with someone...at least that day. I've always been alone (literally) that's true...no matter where I go or what I do. Well, sometimes of course I have my friends with me but it just don't happen everyday. That's why I never feel afraid of going anywhere alone cos I got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after some time I had the urge to check my mobile. There was 1 miscall from &lt;em&gt;Bebiku&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Bebiku&lt;/em&gt; is a special name for someone special, he doesn't like being exposed, he doesn't even let me post his picture in my blog - and I respect his request. Don't worry he's a normal guy not a famous actor or something hahahahah. I felt even more depressed...&lt;em&gt;I just wish he were with me that time.&lt;/em&gt; I texted him. Within minutes, &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;called back&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;We were talking awkwardly...until I didn't realize..I was crying!!&lt;br /&gt;What the...??%$!# He asked me what's wrong with me and I said I didn't know. He didn't laugh when I told him that..instead he persuaded me to cry. I was grateful, he didn't think I was being stupid or something. I cried and talked at the same time...talked about all those bad feelings. I can't just do that to everyone..only to those I trust the most and with him everything seems easy...I can cry without being afraid he thinks I'm weak or weird or stupid.. I can say what I feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;And so I felt better afterwards! I could even laugh when he made joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bebiku&lt;/em&gt; is just different from the guys I've known before. I've never told him this and I don't know if he reads my blog..I'm lucky to get to know him. I may not see him everyday...but he's always in my thought. Thanks Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-1978567943768902642?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1978567943768902642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanks-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1978567943768902642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1978567943768902642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanks-baby.html' title='Thanks Baby!'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-605855852254835400</id><published>2009-05-08T12:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:21:24.633+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I cried before I went to the office today..there was a movie showed on TV about father and daughter. You see, my Dad passed away when I was 22 years old. The movie kinda brought the memories back. I miss him a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was the best Dad, he was the kindest, honest, modest and most humble person I have ever met in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I didn't spend much time with my Dad when I was a kid. He worked in another city, he came home every weekends. I realized he worked hard for me and my family so I didn't complain or anything..I always wished at that time that Dad could go home everyday so I could see him everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Every weekends, my sister and I would wait for Dad in front of our gate (sometimes even in the street!!) because we couldn't wait to see him..we missed him a lot! And when we saw him, we would scream " Daddy...daddy" all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart every time I see a girl walks with her Dad or plays with her Dad..I would never have that chance. Dad missed my graduation ceremony when I was graduated from college as the best student of the year. My brother told me at that time " He would be very proud of you if he were still alive". I remembered when I was on the stage to receive the honor..I looked at the audience and wished my Dad were there too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult to move on at first, I thought I would always have my Dad for the rest of my life. I took his presence for granted. As time goes by, I learn to let go ..and learn to accept instead. Dad's gone but life must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you who read this, please please take care everybody you love while there is a chance to do that, you'll never know what happen today, tomorrow or the day after. Tell them you love them, tell them how special they are to you, show/express your affection to them so that they know you really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem inspired by my Dad which I love very much...it's simple and it shows the childish part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see&lt;br /&gt;You never call nor write me&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't heaven have a telephone&lt;br /&gt;Or a post office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you Dad!&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-605855852254835400?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/605855852254835400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/605855852254835400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/605855852254835400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/dad.html' title='My Dad..'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2317477924926251698</id><published>2009-05-02T00:04:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:43:47.522+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, I know I'm not a little girl or a teenager anymore but I still enjoy watching Hannah Montana, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suite life&lt;/span&gt; of Zack and Cody, High School Musical or even Tom and Jerry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt; I'm serious I love Tom &amp;amp; Jerry..they are unbelievably funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a good medicine when you are stress or sad..you will laugh automatically!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm downloading Hannah Montana the movie at the moment cos I haven't got a chance to watch it yet. I'll let you guys know once I have watched it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a movie when it teaches us something..something like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uhmm&lt;/span&gt; makes you want to be a better person or never giving up in reaching your dream etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hannah Montana the movie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; sings a song entitled &lt;em&gt;the climb ... &lt;/em&gt;I've just listened to it and I love it! I love the lyrics, it's simple, meaningful and yet beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should keep on dreaming and keep trying to make it come true..keep trying though maybe something inside us tells us to &lt;em&gt;give up!it doesn't matter how fast we get there...it doesn't matter how long it will take...it's the journey that matters!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanna share the lyrics with you guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That dream I'm dreaming but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's a voice inside my head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You'll never reach it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My faith is shaking but I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got to keep trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got to keep my head held high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the climb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The chances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; might knock me down but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I may not know it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just got to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;going And&lt;/span&gt; I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got to be strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just keep pushing on, cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the climb (yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keep climbing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keep the faith baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's all about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's all about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The climb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keep the faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keep your faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, now it's time for me to go the bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Uhmm&lt;/span&gt;, sweet dream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rima&lt;/span&gt;!Yeah, hell I need it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2317477924926251698?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2317477924926251698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/climb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2317477924926251698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2317477924926251698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/climb.html' title='The Climb...'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-2999630843674690902</id><published>2009-04-23T23:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:31:22.120+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to Oxford dictionary, courage means:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.the ability to do something that frightens one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 strength in the face of pain or grief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I just performed the first definition of courage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to the place I have never been before ...alone! I went to a beach park which is located in Jumeirah. My friends told me "You must swim there!", "You must wear bikini", and one of them said "Oh, I think it's a family day (family day in Dubai means only couple with children are allowed to enter so if you are single..duh, you will be kicked out of that place!) but you try to go there". I said I would think about it. I decided to jog in the morning and to decide whether or not I would go the beach park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firstly&lt;/em&gt;, I don't swim in fact I can't swim..so it kinda embarrassing once you get there and you humiliate yourself when the guard tells you to leave because you don't swim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secondly&lt;/em&gt;, I'm note really fond of wearing bikini or swimsuit, not that I have something to hide in my stomach but it just because I feel exposed...that's all!plus I don't need more tan thank you...I'm tan enough!mind you..the temperature is like 36 something here in Dubai during summer. Bearing those in mind, I challenged myself if I could do it..if I could just beat all of those negative things pictured on my mind...if I could just trust myself that everything is gonna be just fine...and I won. I said to myself let's do it!Let's see how it goes.. I think I can bear another humiliation, after all it won't be my first time lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed my must bring to the beach things like my swimsuit, towel, mat, extra t-shirt, couple of books, a couple boxes of juices, potato chips, spaghetti ( I cooked it by myself) for my lunch, and last but not least my camera. By the time I was ready, it was 1.30 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I left the house like 2 PM in the afternoon..I took 402 bus (recommended by friend but I never tried it before) that goes to Al Ghubaiba bus station, I took another bus (I asked the previous bus driver) it's the 8A bus and I informed the driver politely to drop me off at the beach park as I have no idea where that is, he smiled and said yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woalah...after 20 minutes or so I finally got there. I went to the gate and paid Dhs. 5 for the entrance fee (hey, the guy didn't ask me where my husband and children were aha!). When I got there, I looked around..hey, not everybody wearing bikini..some of the people were just sitting under a tree or on a bench..relaxing and they were wearing &lt;em&gt;full clothes&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I smiled to myself..a victory smile! I walked around and found a perfect place. I unpacked my belonging, spreaded my mat and sat watching the fellows passing by. I took out my book, put on my MP3 player and sighed what a lovely day...I could hear the birds &lt;em&gt;singing&lt;/em&gt; above me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we don't know what we will lose if we &lt;em&gt;listen&lt;/em&gt; to what people say or if we are &lt;em&gt;scared &lt;/em&gt;to try something new..at the end of the day I congratulated myself for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;courage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!but I also cursed myself for being so forgetful..I forgot to bring fork so I could eat my spaghetti :D !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-2999630843674690902?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2999630843674690902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/courage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2999630843674690902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/2999630843674690902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/courage.html' title='Courage....'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-8440309542755238797</id><published>2009-04-22T23:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:49:45.222+04:00</updated><title type='text'>L O V E ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon says"Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given, never forgotten, never let it disappear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is . . . born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!" - anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in college, a friend of mine gave me a piece of paper with the most beautiful definition of love. I always carry it in my bag, it's in my agenda. I don't know why I carry it ..probably to remind myself about what love actually is. The paper is nearly torn (well, it's already torn - see the pic I posted lol) I've been keeping it for more than 4 years!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SfiXhofoRhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E46uanBMioM/s1600-h/ALIM0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330176763054540306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SfiXhofoRhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E46uanBMioM/s400/ALIM0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L O V E Love can never be so beautiful without friendship.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one leads to another and the process is irreversible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the best lover is the greatest of friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you love someone, don't expect that person to love you back the same amount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of you will be ahead, the other behind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's either you catch up or the other waits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never be afraid to fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It may hurt a lot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it may give you aches and pains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but if you don't follow your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in the end you will cry even more for not giving love a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is not a feeling, it's a commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feeling comes and goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love doesn't have to have a happy ending,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coz love doesn't have to end at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;True love hears what is not spoken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and understands what is not explained,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for love doesn't work in the mouth, nor the mind, but in the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you love you must not expect anything in return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for if you do, you're not loving but investing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you love, you must prepare to accept pain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for you expect happiness, you're not loving but using...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's better to lose your pride with someone you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rather than lose that someone you love with your useless pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can I say goodbye to someone I never had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do tears fall for someone who was never mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why is that I miss someone I was never with and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I ask why I love someone whose love was never mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's hard for two people to love each other when they live in two different worlds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but when these two worlds collide and become one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's what you call ....magic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't love a person like a flower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because a flower dies in season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love them like a river because river flows forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love may leave your heart like shattered glass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but keep in mind that there's someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who'll be willing to endure the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or picking up the pieces so you could be whole again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, now let me know what you think. Post a comment about the definition of love above, do you agree that love is something described as above? do you think love is important in your life? do you think you can love someone like that?what do you think about love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*I personally wish I could find love like what the old piece of paper says..it'll be heaven on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-8440309542755238797?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8440309542755238797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/l-o-v-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8440309542755238797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/8440309542755238797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/l-o-v-e.html' title='L O V E ....'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SfiXhofoRhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E46uanBMioM/s72-c/ALIM0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-5731097010216135357</id><published>2009-04-21T23:28:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:33:11.514+04:00</updated><title type='text'>How I met My Best Friend Lawrence Moore..</title><content type='html'>What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Office was hectic today!I spent my day replying emails till I couldn't even feel my fingers. I checked and counted them though hehehe they're still 10 and still as good as before. I'm so tired and want to go to bed as soon as possible, but when I checked my blog..I got my first follower!(finally!)and it turned out to be my best friend Lawrie!Yeeey...I suddenly feel awake :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog Lawrie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawrie and I have been best friends for more than 8 years!!right Lawrie?&lt;br /&gt;We met each other in Bali Mandira Hotel where he and his family were staying. I was working as a Spa Reception at that time. The Spa is located near the Swimming pool and the restaurant so I kind of met the guests everyday. I have always loved children. One day when I was in charge in the Reception desk, I looked out through the window and I saw a little girl was running toward the pool...she was so cute!her hair was curly...she's adorable!I said to myself...I must know her name or at least talk to her. And so one day, my wish granted! I saw her with her Mom and Dad near the Pool towel hut from my window..I went out and said HI. Her name's Brittany. And that was how Lawrie and I met. He and his family are living in Melbourne, Australia. We have never met each other again since then but distance is not a barrier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend in need is a friend indeed.!Lawrie has been there all the time through my ups and downs...nothing is more important than knowing that somebody will be there for you..no matter what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's a remarkable husband to Regina his wife and a wonderful Daddy to Brittany and Christian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See how cute they are in this pic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/Se4tTpRRk9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/hmpdkFoaikg/s1600-h/Brit+and+Chris+Moore.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327245224744948690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/Se4tTpRRk9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/hmpdkFoaikg/s400/Brit+and+Chris+Moore.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I met Brittany for the first time, she was barely able to talk - of course Christian wasn't there yet :D. It's amazing how time goes by so fast and how we remain best friends until this very moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-5731097010216135357?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5731097010216135357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-met-my-best-friend-lawrence-moore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/5731097010216135357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/5731097010216135357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-met-my-best-friend-lawrence-moore.html' title='How I met My Best Friend Lawrence Moore..'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/Se4tTpRRk9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/hmpdkFoaikg/s72-c/Brit+and+Chris+Moore.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-6997829027247259683</id><published>2009-04-21T00:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:29:15.344+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I like....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SezpBxmbGmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1t68emJec4I/s1600-h/Sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326888675976092258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SezpBxmbGmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1t68emJec4I/s400/Sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, there are many things that I can list. But this is what I like the most: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like ....watching Sunrise. Sunrise is my favourite moment. Few years ago, I went to the nearest beach daily by bus between 5 AM to 5.30 AM just to see the sunrise. I sat down alone and watched the sun slowly rising as if it appears from the bottom of the sea. What a breath taking moment!It's such a peaceful and beautiful moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-6997829027247259683?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6997829027247259683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6997829027247259683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/6997829027247259683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like.html' title='I like....'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SezpBxmbGmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1t68emJec4I/s72-c/Sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-1656021295263236819</id><published>2009-04-19T22:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:16:00.035+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nizar Qabbani</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He was a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Syrian" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syrian"&gt;Syrian&lt;/a&gt; diplomat, &lt;a title="Poet" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poet"&gt;poet&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Publisher" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Publisher"&gt;publisher&lt;/a&gt;. His poetic style combines simplicity and elegance in exploring themes of love, eroticism, feminism, religion, and &lt;a title="Arab" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arab"&gt;Arab&lt;/a&gt; nationalism. He is one of the most revered contemporary poets in the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Arab world" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arab_world"&gt;Arab world&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;em&gt;by PoemHunter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could fall in love with his poems. I tend to read famous poems from poets that everybody in the world has heard of like Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson, Robert Browning, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, John Keats etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to know him when I read an article in Gulf Today about International Poetry Festival in Dubai two months ago (I guess). I've been living in Dubai for 2 years..I have no idea that Arabic interested in literature..and I thought they only write in Arabic!so I browsed the net to find as many as information about him. The more I find out about him the more I want to know him. He made woman his main theme and inspiration. His poems are romantic. Don't know what to get your girlfriend or boyfriend a Valentine or a birthday gift? you have just found one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here is the link where you can find complete story about his life and works &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nizar_Qabbani"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nizar_Qabbani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here are some of my favourite poems. Hope they can be your favourite too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In The Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I stretch out on the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had I told the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I felt for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It would have left its shores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its shells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its fish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And followed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Lover Asks Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover asks me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is the difference between me and the sky?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The difference, my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is that when you laugh,I forget about the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man is in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;how can he use old words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should a woman desiring her lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lie down with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;grammarians and linguists? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I said nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to the woman I loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but gathered love's adjectives into a suitcase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and fled from all languages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Light Is More Important Than The Lantern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light is more important than the lantern,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The poem more important than the notebook,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the kiss more important than the lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My letters to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are greater and more important than both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They are the only documents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where people will discover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your beauty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And my madness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His poems are just simple yet so true ....sometimes it's hard for me to describe or to analyze poems..I do see them with my eyes but I actually read them with my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-1656021295263236819?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1656021295263236819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/nizar-qabbani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1656021295263236819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/1656021295263236819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/nizar-qabbani.html' title='Nizar Qabbani'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-7220502758757861525</id><published>2009-04-19T00:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:42:20.677+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SetwpgCjh7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/chzc39RHYk4/s1600-h/ALIM0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326474842573342642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SetwpgCjh7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/chzc39RHYk4/s320/ALIM0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SetwpS0Ci1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PXlfeqzUnN0/s1600-h/Beautiful+Sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/Setv7Ov7NWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/W4v7agTy-Ns/s1600-h/Beautiful+Sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my poems taken from my Poem's Journal above. Let me know what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You Are My Sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are my Sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who awakes and shines my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you'll be my sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should my soul rest in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Broken Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more hope&lt;br /&gt;I will try no more&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You're too hard to reach&lt;br /&gt;Yet impossible too touch!&lt;br /&gt;Let this feeling be gone&lt;br /&gt;Gone - like death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perfect Moment With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lying here beside you&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;And breathing your scent&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the starry sky&lt;br /&gt;Where the soft breeze&lt;br /&gt;And the chasing wave -&lt;br /&gt;Merged into a perfect tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not For The First Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your big black eyes&lt;br /&gt;And not for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that I will be missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I am away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-7220502758757861525?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7220502758757861525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/poems_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7220502758757861525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7220502758757861525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/poems_18.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SetwpgCjh7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/chzc39RHYk4/s72-c/ALIM0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-7793345830388882097</id><published>2009-04-18T22:52:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:52:04.468+04:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm 27th and currently living my dream -living and working in a foreign country. Woohoo..I'm living in one of the most popular cities in the world...Dubai!never imagined my dream would come true. ..but here I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hobbies are reading (any kinds of books from novels to recipe lol), listening to music, writing poems and short story, you will find some of my poems here. I will keep adding new poems by the way, or you can also go to &lt;a href="http://www.poetry.com/"&gt;http://www.poetry.com/&lt;/a&gt; go to &lt;em&gt;search a poet&lt;/em&gt; tool type &lt;strong&gt;Ni Made&lt;/strong&gt; in the first name column and &lt;strong&gt;Rimawati&lt;/strong&gt; in the last name. I also love travelling, watching movies, collecting post cards from all around the world and I'm also collecting cute stuffs hehehh uhmm I am a cat and dog lover too!!!! I love them...because they are so cute and adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also like paintings. My favourite painters are Van Gogh, Da Vinci, Monet, and a Balinese painter named Nyoman Gunarsa. I don't know a lot about paintings though but their paintings are wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like learning new things and I get easily bored too (what a great combination don't you think?haahha). I'm currently interested in learning Arabic! I can count from 1 to 5 in Arabic at the moment lol. Well, that's pretty good for me already,blimey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy my blog and would love to hear any feedback from you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Rima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-7793345830388882097?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7793345830388882097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7793345830388882097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7793345830388882097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953628129856224706.post-7347199695874437502</id><published>2009-04-18T22:42:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:38:35.572+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SrTszzX_fhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cMhYJSk30ys/s1600-h/IMG000057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383187829322907154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SrTszzX_fhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cMhYJSk30ys/s320/IMG000057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is Rima and this is me and my bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953628129856224706-7347199695874437502?l=rimaandherstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7347199695874437502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7347199695874437502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953628129856224706/posts/default/7347199695874437502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaandherstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-picture.html' title='My picture'/><author><name>Rima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685547115846388377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/TOGJM4nZAvI/AAAAAAAAANY/WXgvQf0gkyk/S220/sad_angel%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f05A8Yhcgb4/SrTszzX_fhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cMhYJSk30ys/s72-c/IMG000057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
