<?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-8994483146135244643</id><updated>2012-02-10T03:27:46.126-08:00</updated><category term='GAMES'/><category term='articles'/><category term='animals'/><category term='myth'/><category term='poem'/><category term='cerita berlanjut'/><category term='moon'/><category term='puisi'/><category term='fiksi'/><category term='kemerdekaan'/><category term='Music'/><category term='competition'/><category term='fiction stories'/><category term='anime'/><category term='unused words'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='meanings'/><category term='tugas'/><category term='CESI'/><category term='blog'/><category term='side stories'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='cerita fiksi'/><title type='text'>XIII-FathiyaH-94_XII</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-1363424344332117646</id><published>2012-02-04T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T04:00:37.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Regard~</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I visit and updated my blog! I'm so sorry, I'm preparing myself for my National Examination and University Entrance Exam T_T I will surely update it more after I have finished it all, because my hand are starting to get itchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm actually practicing a lot of songs with my guitar, especially K-Pop songs! I'm also learning a little about keyboard and struggling for my classical guitar lessons, so I might start to post up some Cover videos in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can visit more, for now, I have to say goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AssassinXIII-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-1363424344332117646?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/1363424344332117646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=1363424344332117646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1363424344332117646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Hujan</title><content type='html'>Di bawah rintikkan air ini aku berdiri,&lt;br /&gt;Menunggu dijemput mentari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di bawah payungku yang biru ini,&lt;br /&gt;Melodi hujan tak berhenti bermain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di bawah langit yang kelabu ini,&lt;br /&gt;Coretan kelam di masa lalu mulai terhapus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di antara tetesan yang mengenaiku,&lt;br /&gt;Rasa syukur akan hidup menyelimutiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembap dan basahnya sepatuku,&lt;br /&gt;Melukiskan jalannya hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kala hujan,&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya terlihat jelas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8240092072089706490?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8240092072089706490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;Aku berlari&lt;br /&gt;Kau berlari&lt;br /&gt;Daun pun berterbangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku adalah aku&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah kau&lt;br /&gt;Cermin pun menyeringai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berharap&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah nyata&lt;br /&gt;Tak hanya membayangi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-1759488755364809822?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/1759488755364809822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=1759488755364809822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1759488755364809822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiksi'/><title type='text'>Pagi Hari</title><content type='html'>Nyanyian sang angin&lt;br /&gt;Ritme dedaunan yang jatuh&lt;br /&gt;Sentuhan cahaya matahari&lt;br /&gt;Gelitik kicauan burung&lt;br /&gt;Menyelimuti pagi hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetesan embun&lt;br /&gt;Pijakan kaki pada tanah&lt;br /&gt;Siraman kata yang indah&lt;br /&gt;Sejuknya bunga yang baru&lt;br /&gt;Mendorong semangat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai aku bisa melihatmu&lt;br /&gt;Andai aku bisa mengajakmu&lt;br /&gt;Andai aku bisa membawamu&lt;br /&gt;Andai aku bisa menyentuhmu&lt;br /&gt;Ku akan tunjukkan indahnya pagi ini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-1161372403113366999?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahutan kemenangan&lt;br /&gt;Menelan kesedihan tiada tara&lt;br /&gt;Melindungi kesucian emosi manusia&lt;br /&gt;Menangkal ego yang melimpah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai hujan,&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kapan kau akan tinggal?&lt;br /&gt;Sampai mana kau akan membawa kami?&lt;br /&gt;Sampai bagaimana keadaan yang kau inginkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----ooo----&lt;br /&gt;Taken from my Indonesian Language Assignment, if there is a difference between the title of the poem, it is because I forgot, so it's not an unofficial copy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-6815634227614637822?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/6815634227614637822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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pelampiasanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanyalah sebuah bayangan&lt;br /&gt;Selalu ada bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;Selalu mengikutimu&lt;br /&gt;Selalu merasakanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanyalah sebuah bayangan&lt;br /&gt;Yang menghilang saat matahari tenggelam&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak bisa menjagamu saat dalam bahaya&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak bisa menemanimu saat kesepian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanyalah sebuah bayangan&lt;br /&gt;Yang tertelan oleh kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanyalah sebuah bayangan&lt;br /&gt;Tak lebih tak kurang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-751108572008912985?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/751108572008912985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=751108572008912985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/751108572008912985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/751108572008912985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2011/10/bayangan.html' title='Bayangan'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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After all of that, I went outside to have some fresh-air. It has been 7 years since I live and enjoy the beautiful village, Verlaten. As it is said in the name, this is a forgotten and abandoned village. Only a couple of people lived here, isolated by the globalization going on around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tunete Oscurita! How are you, friend?!” someone shouted from near the graveyard. As I approached the man, I figured quickly that it is actually Mr. Clover, the one who always took care of the graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, hi, Mr. Clover, you look well today, also,” I said kindly. He smiled, showing all of his wrinkles on his forehead and cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you, Tunete. I see your friends coming here with their fullest expectation to play?” he said while he pointed at my back. I can see Cielo, Ginga, Nadi, and Valentia running with bright smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tunete! Are you ready for today? We’re going to explore the lost forest, right?” Cielo said happily. She is a timid girl with a long and wavy brown hair. She also had a very beautiful bright brown eyes and a beautiful figure. She is basically a dream girl for everyone in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He basically doesn’t know about what you’re talking about, Cielo. He hadn’t been with us since we talked about the lost forest,” Valentia continued. Yeah, on the other hand, Valentia is a very energetic girl. She is Cielo’s twin sister. She has the same feature as Cielo, but to difference their looks, Valentia cut her hair up to her shoulder and always wear pants and stuffs that boys wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I haven’t left you guys for that long, did I? I also said that I have some business to take care of,” I said, making excuses, which is actually real! I’m not lying, because I’m not the type of person to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh forget about it, Valentia. Why don’t we just go to our secret hideout and discuss this matter there?” Ginga suggested. Ginga is my best friend since I was born into this world. He had straight black hair, like Japanese people usually had. His body is quite tall, maybe from his Japanese gene? I don’t know, he never wanted to be asked about his birth-place or anything. He had narrow-sharp black eyes that can stab a person if he hates him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s a good idea, how about it, leader?” Nadi replied quickly. Now, Nadi just came to this abandoned village a year ago. His family is an outcast from the Emperor of India, a beautiful place to live after the starvation from The World War ended. Indeed, he had a masculine tanned skin and a strong and wavy black hair. His eyes are pretty much like an eagle, and the color is also very unique, grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t mind. I really need to catch up with you guys. It have been a month since we actually talked about a mission anyway,” I said wisely and lead the way to our hideout. It’s been a while since I walk into our hideout. Our hideout is actually very simple. It’s a little tree house located at Ginga’s backyard. As we set ourselves, Nadi pulled out a simple map and Valentia showed me an old note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is why we want to go to the Lost Forest. As you can see, I found this note while playing soccer with Nadi and Ginga a while ago. Can you read it, Tunete? I can only read the Lost Forest part,” Valentia said as she gave me the rusty note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course you can’t read it! It’s all blurry, and it’s written in German! Do you want me to just translate it?” I said as soon as I saw the blurry note. The others just nodded their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The ancestors predict that there will be a catastrophe in the near future. There will be five innocent children that will witness the amazing magic of the Lost Forest. And they will be trapped, become one with the fairies, and bring the unbalanced life back to their original state,” I translated it in mere seconds and started to wonder. What does the note means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m curious by the ‘five innocent children’ part. It’s weird if we say that this is a coincidence. You know, that there are five of us and Valentia founded the note while Nadi found out the location of the Lost Forest and how Ginga said that the Forest is dying and all,” Cielo said, giving all the details we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes. It’s far from a coincidence. Don’t you think that we are the ‘five innocent children’? But that means, if we go there, then we can never come back to our family. What do you think leader? What should we do?” Nadi asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped reading the map that he gave me and stared at each of their eyes. We are far from old, we are all 7 years old, only old enough to know that we are going to the elementary school and we can’t just play all the time. Our family would be really sad if we leave them. As a leader, it’s hard to decide whether we go or not in this kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think we should try it, Tunete. I’m not afraid,” Ginga said clearly. I smiled a little and look at the others. They smiled back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright. Nadi, Ginga, I need your help on the map. Valentia, Cielo, both of you can go and search for some information regarding the Lost Forest and its legend. I think Mr. Clover would know some information about it, so why don’t you go and see him?” I said, directing the move of our little group. As soon as I order them, they work according to the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As you can see, Tunete, the forest is located behind the graveyard. There’s a secret passage to enter the forest. And in order to do that, we need permission from Mr. Clover. But, if we want this to be a secret mission, we can’t just spill out what we want to do and what our true intention to go there to Mr. Clover, or he will tell the story to our parents, which will stop us from going inside the forest,” Ginga explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But, Ginga, I don’t think Mr. Clover’s story will be listened and believe, by the villagers. He is far too old, and he is a little crazy. My mom won’t even believe anything that he said when I disappeared for 3 days. And I was hiding from the villagers in the graveyard, wandering around to see if ghosts really exist,” Nadi said innocently. Ginga and I just laughed when he said that. Ghost doesn’t exist, and so does fairies and magic, our families taught us that since we were so young. That’s why I’m interested in the Lost Forest. Because, it is ‘Lost’, and no one ever told us about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s our advantage, then. Let’s just wait for the girls to arrive, and then we can launch our plan. How about that?” I said as I stopped laughing. Both Ginga and Nadi agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour passed, when Valentia and Cielo finally came back. They seated themselves near us and drink some soda from the little fridge on the edge of our tree house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, how’s your search? Both of you only went out for an hour, that’s quick, you know,” I said as soon as they drink the last drop of soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s quick because, the only person who wants to tell us about the Lost Forest is Mr. Clover. The other villagers looked at us as a crazy person as soon as we say ‘Lost Forest’. I even try asking my mom, but she only said, ‘there’s no such thing as Lost Forest dear’ with a worried expression,” Valentia explained their results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Clover said that the ‘Lost Forest’ can only be seen by the ones in the prophecy, but it can be heard by everyone, and the existence can be felt by the villagers. To get to the Lost Forest, you have to enter the graveyard and find the passage yourself. Inside the Lost Forest, you can find lots of mythical creature and experience the magic that no one can imagine. Other than that, we have to find out about it ourselves. So, what do you say guys?” asked Cielo as soon as she finished her report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tomorrow, at 7 a.m., let’s meet in front of the graveyard entrance. Don’t forget to bring snacks, compass, and mineral water. We don’t know our destination, so we have to bring this map. If your parents asked you where you are going, just say that we’re going to explore the graveyard and see if ghosts really exist or not. That would be enough,” I said to them. Nadi blushed as soon as I said that. The others agreed. And so, our planning is over, we can only wait for our journey tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun rises on its own without having any permission from the villagers, and so I ran downstairs with my backpack. I wore my short trousers and comfy T-Shirt. I have my adventurer cap on with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are you going to this time?” mother asked me. I was eating my breakfast silently as my mom asks that question. I stopped eating and looked at her face with a fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Our team is going to investigate whether there are ghosts or not in real life, especially in the graveyard!” I said with overwhelming excitement. My mom smiled and kissed my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t forget to come back safely, dear. You’re my only treasure since your father left us,” mom said with a little smile. I nodded and hugged her tightly, leaving her with no expectation on what will happen to me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, there you are leader! Are you ready?” asked Nadi as soon as I reached the graveyard entrance. The others looked kind of sad. Maybe because it is really sad, to actually leave the family we’ve been together with for seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be sad. If the prophecy is true, then we are actually saving the world, sacrificing ourselves,” I said with a dandy tone. The others smiled slightly. Cielo hugged Valentia tightly. I approached her and patted her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s alright, Cielo. Don’t be scared,” I said calmly. Nadi and Ginga stared at each other and approached us. We hugged together as if destiny can no longer be broken by us, and we have to give in to the prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you all ready?” I said as Cielo calmed down. The others nodded. And so, I approached Mr. Clover and asked if he could open the graveyard’s gate for us. He gladly gave us the permit and led us to an unknown path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is the path to the Lost Forest. I know that people called me crazy, but the legend is true,” he said as he left us on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you, Mr. Clover,” Nadi said kindly. Mr. Clover waved his hand, saying ‘be careful’ as he left us for good. As we take a deep breath, we went into the bushes. The path is very narrow and the soil is very dry. To be exact, the forest is dying, slowly but surely. As we went deeper, we come across to a little space with pine trees all over us. We sat down and rest for a little while. Nadi pulled out his compass and try to locate our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, look at this, guys! The needle won’t settle down,” Nadi said surprisingly. The four of us gathered around him, amazed by the fact that the needle on the compass won’t settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That means, we really are lost in this ‘Lost Forest’,” Cielo confirmed. The five of us bit our lips and stared at each other. I stood on my ground and packed my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s get going again guys,” I said with confidence. The others followed my lead. And so we went deeper into the woods. It gets darker as you went deeper, and so we took out our flashlights to help us see the way. When suddenly, there’s a rustling sound coming from the bushes on my right. I stopped and held everyone on their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s something on your right, leader,” Ginga confirmed. I nodded and observed the place calmly. Suddenly, there’s a big Venus Fly Trap and a little rabbit that jumped out from the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait little rabbit. These five kids, how do they get here?” asked the Venus Fly Trap, that has a leg. Okay, that plant has a leg. That’s beyond imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, there are five of them. Are they the legendary kids? They will save us all, Venus Fly Trap! Let’s tell this to the Forest Fairies,” the rabbit said happily. And then, they went back into the bush and disappeared before our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, that’s weird,” Valentia commented on the occurrence just now. “I still can’t believe what I just see. A walking Venus Fly Trap and a talking rabbit? That’s just insane!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We should keep going, leader,” Ginga suggested. I agreed on him and continued on my walking. As we went deeper and can only see a glimpse of sunlight above our heads, I tried to memorize the note that Valentia gave me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There will be five innocent children that will witness the amazing magic of the Lost Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s it!” I said suddenly and stopped. The others are startled by what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s it?” Ginga asked. I turned my body around and smiled brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The five innocent children will witness the amazing magic of the Lost Forest! That’s what! The unexplainable magnetic field, the talking rabbit, the walking Venus Fly Trap, and the darker it is when we go deeper, it’s because this Forest is filled with magic!” I said with such excitement. The others stared at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That means, we really are the ‘Five Innocent Children’. And that means, we won’t be able to go back to our family,” Nadi explained calmly. My shoulders went down as he said that. Cielo started to cry again and Valentia kept patting her head. The atmosphere becomes sad once more. When suddenly, again, a little light flew around me and landed itself on my shoulder. I was startled, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, you must be the five innocent children that are stated in the prophecy! The judge awaits you all. Could you all come with me?” the little light said. Cielo stopped crying as soon as she saw the light. As I looked at it closely, it is actually a fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me, mind if I ask you what you really are?” I asked with a sudden bravery that came out of nowhere. The light stopped flying around and landed on my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can see me clearly, right? I’m a forest fairy. I protect the forest and keep the plants alive,” she said. She had light-blonde hair and a beautiful face, even if it’s too small to see. She wore a green dress that was made with leaves around the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are all fairies that small?” Valentia asked out of nowhere. The fairy giggled a little and started to fly around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not all of us. I’m just a minor fairy in this big society. Now, come on, the judge awaits you all! And he’s not a patient creature,” she said happily. The five of us stared at each other and followed the fairy. The fairy asked us to turn off our flashlights and just rely on her light. She said that there’s a lot of creature that reacts to artificial lights, and they are not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked for hours on top of the dry soil of this tropical forest. When at last, we reached our destination, which is an old ruin in the middle of the forest. I can see that most of the wall had been destroyed through time, and there are tree vines spreading on every corner of the ruin. And when we walked in, there is a big old man with a very long white beard standing on the middle of the ruin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, welcome, the savior of our forest. We’ve been waiting for you. It has been a long time since the Forest is in a good condition,” he said abruptly. I took a step backward and protect my friends. But the old man just stood there and laughed. “Don’t be afraid, young lads. I don’t want to harm you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then, what’s the meaning of the note that you gave us?” Valentia asked calmly while Cielo hid behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, that’s just a welcome message. But what is inside the note, it is something more important than the life of this forest. What is stated there are all true, and you can never run from your destiny,” he said wisely. I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Could you tell us why we are chosen? And why is this forest dying? And also, why is it that only Mr. Clover knows about this forest existence?” I asked. The old man laughed again, which is really annoying, even for a 7 year-old boy like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Since you are here, I might as well tell you the whole story,” he said while he laughed in such a joyful expression. “As you can see, Tunete, the five of you here doesn’t even exist. You are all the descendants of the Prime Fairies. At that time, the five powerful fairies who rule this land are scared. Humans began to cut down trees and make good soils for buildings instead of farming. And so, afraid that they will be completely destroyed, they put three-quarters of their life into living souls. And those living souls are you guys here. As soon as they put their life away, they become weaker and their remaining conscience made this forest. Which was then founded by humans and treated as a place that never been here. It is so that the ruin will be forever guarded. The first generation of the Verlaten village is none other than Mr. Clover. That’s why he is the only one who knows about this forest and only told the other villagers that the forest is a forbidden place. Now, as time pass by, the forest’s energy became weaker. So, to put it back alive and to keep the village safe, we need the five souls that have the life of the fairies. That is why, dear, the five of you gathered here. It is already in the plan of fate.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t understand. So, the family that is with us the whole time. What are they?” Cielo asked as soon as the old man finished explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They are fairies. They blend into the human world and become one in order to put the five of you together at the right time. It’s surprising that they actually marry human beings and gave up on their status as a fairy,” said the little fairy that led us here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, do you all understand why you must live here for eternity?” asked the old man once more. The five of us nodded in both fear and dignity. As if we know what we have to do, we stand on each of the corner of the ruins and picked up a crystal that is attached on the wall. We kissed the crystal and become one with the wind, turning ourselves into dust and disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Forest will be revived, the forest will be known. The five children became one. The forest is now alive. The magical fairy can now live in peace. With the harmony of the new live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is, the Lost Forest,” I said as I finally landed on an abandoned village. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Verlaten’, that’s what the sign said when I arrived. This is a place that human kind had never touch. And I’m here to see whether there is any mankind left in here. As I searched high and low, I cannot see any person. All that I can see are only houses made out of stones. I guess the one made with wood are all chomped down by the termites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued my journey to the graveyard, when I see a secret passage that is unexplainable. First of all, the graveyard has a dry soil, while this passage has a green and moist ground. I brace myself as I went into the passage. ‘The Lost Forest’ is what I can remember from my memory on when I was a child. I went deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh look, Cielo, it’s a human being,” suddenly a voice came across me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We should greet her nicely, leader,” said another voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s guide her to our home. She will be surprise for sure!” said another voice, this time, it is a little lighter than the two voice before me. I stopped and looked everywhere, searching for the sound. But there is no one in this forest except me. As I take a deep breath, I continue my walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I found an old ruin with five statues of children in every corner of the ruin. Each of them has a crystal with different colors above their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese looking boy had a blue crystal, the tomboy girl had a yellow crystal, the feminine girl had a pink crystal, the India boy had a green crystal, and on the middle of the ruin, there is a German boy that had a big red crystal above his head. Without hesitation, I approached the German boy. When suddenly, the statue started moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It has been a long time since we have visitors,” he said. I was startled and surprised at the same time. I took some step backwards, but the boy just stands there and smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry. We are the keeper of this forest,” said the tomboy looking girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I come here in peace, please don’t hurt me,” I said. The five children laughed and approached me as if I’m an alien. Around them, there are five little light floating around without any trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you accompany us? We’re bored. It has been about fifty years since we have visitors. Oh no, we are the last visitors,” said the India boy, giggling on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We won’t hurt you if you play with us and promise us that you won’t reveal our location. This forest is home of many magical creatures, so we don’t want any human to come and destroy this place,” said the Japanese looking boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But for you to find this place. That means, you have a clear and kind heart. Please, stay until you feel that you need to go back to where you belong,” said the feminine girl. I nodded and accompany them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ah, so this is the Lost Forest. A place where the five fairies of the past hid their selves in order to protect the magical creature in it. I will never forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-5715825443654762213?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/5715825443654762213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=5715825443654762213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5715825443654762213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5715825443654762213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2011/07/forests-whisper.html' title='The Forest&apos;s Whisper'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-619994874945006234</id><published>2011-02-25T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T07:34:24.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiksi'/><title type='text'>Trapped</title><content type='html'>I'm trapped,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not caged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I fly?&lt;br /&gt;When can I soar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is the sky?&lt;br /&gt;What is outside the boundaries?&lt;br /&gt;What is it that brings danger?&lt;br /&gt;What is it that is called happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I fly?&lt;br /&gt;When can I soar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know sadness&lt;br /&gt;I want to know love&lt;br /&gt;I want to know courage&lt;br /&gt;I want to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I fly?&lt;br /&gt;When can I soar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be small,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm wise&lt;br /&gt;I may not have any emotion,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I fly?&lt;br /&gt;When can I soar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kept forever by bonds&lt;br /&gt;My wings are tied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-619994874945006234?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/619994874945006234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=619994874945006234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/619994874945006234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/619994874945006234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2011/02/trapped.html' title='Trapped'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-6155113809689985663</id><published>2011-02-20T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:17:25.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CESI'/><title type='text'>Canadian Cultures ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;First and all, do you know this picture here?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfaN0fvVk64/TWIU4CMgsXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LctKEisfRHw/s1600/Canada3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfaN0fvVk64/TWIU4CMgsXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LctKEisfRHw/s320/Canada3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576042241532670322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, if you guess it right, it is the location of Canada and also its national flag!&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go study abroad, it is a must for you to know what kind of culture, places, or even habits that they have in their country. To make it simple, this text will provide you with some of the cultures in Canada, especially how to greet people and stuff, for it is a must known thing so that you won’t have any culture shock as soon as you arrive there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, what kind of language that Canada uses?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to its colonial background, Canada uses two languages, that is English and French. Mostly, Canadians use English, yet there is Quebec, where many French Canadians lived and speak in French. But don’t worry, because they actually speak English fluently, although they would like it more for you to speak French. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are there any differences in their personalities?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there are some differences in their personalities, mainly because of their ancestors and also their environment. Here are some data that you can easily find in the internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlantic Canada, they are generally more reserved, stolid, provincial, and old-fashioned Canadians who spoke in English. It is also because they are primarily British.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontario, which is residents of Canada’s most populous province, holds people that generally more business-like and conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western Canada, they are more open, relaxed, friendly, and direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British Columbia, they are Canada’s unconventional western most province. They feel somewhat estranged from “easterners” (it is a general code word for those from Ontario and Quebec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebec, they are French Canadians ~ they have a very strong sense of cultural identity and are very nationalistic. They are sometimes called the “Latin’s of the North”, due to their animated good nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least is The North part. Here, the people are seen as rugged embodiments of Canadian pioneer spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What should I do when I meet a Canadian?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my research in the internet, the Canadian people are actually polite. But maybe, here are some back-ups for you so that you wouldn’t be too shock:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you are introducing yourself, make sure to shake hands, this is important, especially if you just met for the first time. Don’t forget to make eye contact and also shake your hands once more before departing too.&lt;br /&gt;2. When a woman enters or leaves a room, it is polite for men to rise, yet they also normally offer their hands to women.&lt;br /&gt;3. In Quebec, kissing on the cheeks in French manner are also quite common&lt;br /&gt;4. A foreign man shouldn’t kiss the hand of a French Canadian woman; although the older French Canadian man may kiss the hand of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t forget to use their last names before they agreed or invited you to call them by their first name.&lt;br /&gt;6. Because academic titles and degrees are important to most Canadians, don’t forget to know it and use it properly.&lt;br /&gt;7. Take off your hat or sunglasses when speaking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;8. In Quebec, sit straight with your legs crossed at the knee or with your knees together.&lt;br /&gt;9. Don’t talk with your hand in your pockets, especially in Quebec.&lt;br /&gt;10. The person who invites someone to eat is normally expected to pay, so don’t forget to check your wallet before you ask someone out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;11. For their way of dressing, Canadians dress more conservatively and more formally when going out. And when you are in business meetings, men should wear suits and ties, while women should wear conservative suits or dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is all? Haha. Oh yeah, some warnings here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When in Quebec, don’t forget to learn French&lt;br /&gt;2. Recognize that important regional differences exist in Canada, so prepare to adapt ~&lt;br /&gt;3. Do not compare Canada with the United States&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t use the term “Native Americans”; it’s kind of offensive, so use “People of The First Nations” instead.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t take sides in debates about contentious national issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then, is there some common food or anything else that resembles Canada the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, it is actually, MAPLE SYRUP! YEAY! But, in the other hand, there are various food, music, and even arts in Canada. There are some main lines, including Aboriginal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, in general, you might see that the British lines are mostly dominant in some of the arts, also French. It is again, because of their background :0 Then again, what is aboriginal? it is actually an original tribe in Australia. One of the example of Canada lining on Aboriginal is that they adapt The Dream Catcher, fully and not acculturated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Quebec and some other French Canadians environment, you may find some foods that are already acculturated with other Canadian residence. You can also find “Just for Laugh” gags here. It is actually a comedy show that is shown worldwide, especially in Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For music, there are some French in their music too. As I say before, almost all Canadian cultures are acculturated culture due to their nation’s background. As for their nationalist part of Music, the Canadian Content (CANCON) requires all of Canada’s radio station to play 36% of their music to Canadians own music. No wonder if Canada’s music is growing so fast in their nation, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for food, as you know yourself, it varies over their own cultural ancestors. Such as Québécois Poutine that includes Fries, Curds, and Gravy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBuvIaQKTxA/TWIYEdzM-VI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dvL731J9FrE/s1600/canada4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBuvIaQKTxA/TWIYEdzM-VI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dvL731J9FrE/s320/canada4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576045753636026706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe Montreal’s Smoked Meat that includes Coleslaw, Potato chips, and half pickle other than just its sandwich:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aqTfxEmHQQA/TWIZFGZTjXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XbYgrkAQXUs/s1600/canada5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aqTfxEmHQQA/TWIZFGZTjXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XbYgrkAQXUs/s320/canada5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576046864044887410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, anything and everything is fine as long as it suits your taste, right?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe that is it for Canadians Culture. For a big nation like that, there must be so many cultures, including of what I have said in this article. Yet, for more information, don’t forget to check out &lt;a href="http://studyandworkincanada.org/"&gt;CESI&lt;/a&gt; or conduct your own search by the internet or your school libraries~ It’s important to know the background and cultures that a nation had before you go there, so keep up to date so that you won’t get any culture shock once you got there. Happy Searching ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-6155113809689985663?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/6155113809689985663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=6155113809689985663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/6155113809689985663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/6155113809689985663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2011/02/canadian-cultures.html' title='Canadian Cultures ~'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfaN0fvVk64/TWIU4CMgsXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LctKEisfRHw/s72-c/Canada3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-4073585718692230017</id><published>2011-02-19T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:40:19.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CESI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>Study in Canada</title><content type='html'>Canada? Yup, Canada. It is a nation that is located up above USA in the world map or atlas ~ And as you can see, it is also a great place to see the stars, since it is close enough to the north pole, where it is a little colder that the other nations.&lt;br /&gt;Now, let’s stop for a while and think about our future. For the time being, as Senior High School students, we all know that we will go to learn in a University in the near future, right? And, if you are the type of person that is bored with all of the system in your own nation, you must have a slight thinking about studying abroad, right? Well, here is a recommendation! You can study in Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Language does Canada use?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, it is certainly important to know what kind of language that our destination’s nation uses. As a matter of fact, you can be in a culture shock if you don’t know about it. First of all, before we move on to any other things that we need to know about education, we must know what language is used in Canada! It is basically English and French. Well, if you can’t speak French that easily, you can go to a University that uses English as their basic language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, and it might be the main reason that you want to take, is that, IT’S CHEAP! Yeah! As a foreigner, we really have to consider money, right? Well, Canada is considered as a cheap place. It’s not only based from their view, but also by the United Nations ~ As you can see, Canada is considered as one of the best places in the world to live in! It is basically based on Canada’s achievements in education, life expectancy, national income, and also their general quality of life. And, it is also because of their fresh water, comfortable neighborhoods, and a health care system that is a model for the world-wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, Canada’s education system is excellent and ranked among the best in the world! And as I told you before, its tuition fee is among the lowest in English-speaking countries. And don’t worry about work! You can work for up to one year after you receive any degree or diploma. And as an international student, you can also work with a work permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and also, according to a website of the Canadian Government, there are about 70,000 applicants from outside Canada in 2005. And from the year 2000, it is actually doubled ~ Now, isn’t that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cost?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I say before, it is actually cheap, including the total of life expenses. Well, generally, the life expenses itself cost about CAN$400-$800 per month. And if you are actually looking for the total costs, maybe you can see this table right here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jeQQYb4QWuM/TWAIXzQleXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8RTSxbl9I_s/s1600/Canada.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jeQQYb4QWuM/TWAIXzQleXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8RTSxbl9I_s/s320/Canada.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575465543674460530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is taken from Study Canada. It is actually surveyed at 2003, but I still think that the price won’t be too far out from that, don’t you think so too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you might also want to think of where you'll be staying there, right? There are some choices. Living in a dormitory, home-staying, or even stay at a house off-campus. Well, it's really up to you on where you want to stay. But, in order to press your living cost, may I suggest you to actually stay in the dorm? There are a lot of benefit of living there. First of all, you'll realize that it is much closer to the faculty that you might want to take, and then, you can also meet some friends that study the same subject as you do. You can socialize with them and also share some stories. Maybe that will get rid of all that home-sick thing that you might be afraid of :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faculty and University?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad you ask! Haha. In general, I have done some research about the top Universities there. And it is also said that there are some Universities included in Top 100 Universities in the World ~ Congratulations on McGill University for ranking the 19, University of Toronto for ranking the 29, University of British Columbia for ranking 44, and University of Alberta for ranking 78. For the best faculties? Well, University of Toronto has the best Law Faculty there. You can also go study MBA there in University of Toronto, with the rankings of about 580 score of TOEFL test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you like agriculture, you might want to have at least IELTS 6. Or you can also go to the Faculty of Arts and Cultures, whether it is on University of Toronto or Carleton University. Actually, there are a wide range of Universities and Faculties to choose there. So, you just have to keep your eyes wide open and search for a lot of information there in the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you might notice that I have mention University of Toronto so many times, right? Well, it is actually because University of Toronto is one of the favorite University in Canada :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What should I do if I don't have enough money or preparation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that is the main point I'm trying to write here! XD As you can see, people always say "I am not capable of doing this or that". Now, by writing this kind of texts, you can get enough information and start your preparation right now. As you can see, you can start by trying out TOEFL or IELTS tests to see how far did you exceed in the time being. And if you don't have enough money, you can start working on something so that you can earn money. Or maybe, as I remember that we can't work part-time in Indonesia, we can just save our allowance from our parents. Little by little, you can reach the amount you needed to study abroad. It doesn't mean that if you are poor, you cannot go to school abroad. Don't forget that there are some scholarships there in Canada too. Just go search in the internet, read the material needed for the scholarship, and then do the best you can :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What steps should I take so that I won't be lost in my mind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you must know what interests you the most. This concludes the faculty you want to enter in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;And then, sign up on the university, they may have an organization here in Indonesia, since we have an International connection world-wide and some ambassadors here, right?&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to make a visa, since you are studying abroad. There is a student visa, that allow students to stay without being questioned about their identity, in this case, you can also call it KTP in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;After that, apply and take the tests, hopefully you can do it well and get the University you want :D So, don't forget to keep studying ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, where can I get more information?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go to CESI that stands for Canadian Education Services International. It is actually, emm, what do you call it? Well, I call it an organization, maybe. Anyway, it provides you the detail, including costs and also benefits, other than what I have mentioned earlier. You can also go on a summer camp or other programs similar like it from there. Just click: &lt;a href="http://studyandworkincanada.org/"&gt;CESI&lt;/a&gt; and happy searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that is all that I can share with all of you right now. Upcoming post is about Canadian’s culture. Hope you have a great benefit and also help from this narrative I wrote :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-4073585718692230017?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/4073585718692230017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=4073585718692230017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4073585718692230017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4073585718692230017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2011/02/study-in-canada.html' title='Study 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiksi'/><title type='text'>Sang Rembulan di Malam Hari</title><content type='html'>Malam pun kembali sepi&lt;br /&gt;Kesunyian menyelimuti langit&lt;br /&gt;Jangkrik pun mulai bernyanyi&lt;br /&gt;Angin pun mulai berdansa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang Rembulan muncul&lt;br /&gt;Membawa Kebahagiaan&lt;br /&gt;Membawa Kesedihan&lt;br /&gt;Membawa berita duka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penghancur harapan&lt;br /&gt;Ialah Sang Raja Malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelindung kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;Ialah Sang Raja Malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penyair mimpi kecil&lt;br /&gt;Ialah Sang Raja Malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jembatan harapan besar&lt;br /&gt;Ialah Sang Raja Malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai sang rembulan&lt;br /&gt;Diriku kah yang kau ingkari?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8358277508797433550?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8358277508797433550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=8358277508797433550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8358277508797433550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8358277508797433550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2011/02/sang-rembulan-di-malam-hari.html' title='Sang Rembulan di Malam Hari'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-3677130075011379536</id><published>2011-01-06T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T05:05:05.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Darkness Hell</title><content type='html'>I can no longer see light&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer feel happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark past confessed&lt;br /&gt;The howling wolf cried&lt;br /&gt;Just to scare the life&lt;br /&gt;Of the unbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness crossed out my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Capturing blood and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness spread&lt;br /&gt;Carelessness damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell's gate is open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the dead&lt;br /&gt;Calling my name&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to stay&lt;br /&gt;To play and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sorrowful souls are dancing&lt;br /&gt;Tortured by the endless sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The messenger of death&lt;br /&gt;Played the game of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hollow bodies,&lt;br /&gt;Are dying to kill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rib apart your life,&lt;br /&gt;and welcome to hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-3677130075011379536?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/3677130075011379536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=3677130075011379536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3677130075011379536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3677130075011379536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2011/01/darkness-hell.html' title='Darkness Hell'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-8226501513861694163</id><published>2011-01-03T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T07:00:22.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenyataan</title><content type='html'>Ratapan Raja Malam&lt;br /&gt;Siap melahapmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raungan Raja Siang&lt;br /&gt;Terdengar merdu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu per satu,&lt;br /&gt;Harapan pemimpi&lt;br /&gt;Terbang tanpa arah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaring-jaring kebohongan,&lt;br /&gt;Tiada henti merajut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keagungan tiada tara,&lt;br /&gt;Terbengkalai dengan mudah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahkah kau puas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat datang,&lt;br /&gt;Di neraka terburuk&lt;br /&gt;Di surga terindah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat datang,&lt;br /&gt;Pada 'Kenyataan'&lt;div 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title='Kenyataan'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-8059267564584583766</id><published>2010-12-20T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T06:44:19.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerita fiksi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiksi'/><title type='text'>A Letter of Tears</title><content type='html'>I was once a little girl that does not understand about the sky and what lies beyond our eyes. Then, I grew up living at a house near the planetarium. I've once read a story, that tells me about a girl that fell in love with a classmate that worked on a planetarium. He knew a lot about stars and often took the girl to a secret place with no artificial light. That's my main motivation for moving in to a village, rather than living in a crowded and bright city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already 20 years old, old enough to have a boyfriend and think if I shall get marry sooner or later. But that doesn't make my spirit down. I really love to study astronomy and other thing that related to it. So, I came to the planetarium now and then, randomly, while studying for my thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, like any other comic books or novels, I met a guy. He is always at the planetarium, watching the show that is annually hold by the planetarium on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You always came at the same day and at the same time. Aren't you bored?" he asked me while I was watching at the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never. I love learning things like these. It really eases up my mind, even just a little bit," I replied. He kept quiet after that short conversation. Not long after, I ran into him. He was using a wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to go and have some tea with me?" he asked me with a graceful smile. I kindly accept it and follow him. We have a great time together. And I didn't feel that any dangerous things will happen if I am close to him, not like any other stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week from that, he asked me to spare some of my time. I kindly accept it. At night, like the story I've read a thousand times, he takes me to a wonderful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is very wide, with the sky on top of us. We have a great time. We talk about a lot of things, including death. I know that he looks pale, but, I don't have the courage to ask him. And that day ends when Venus shows itself at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks have past, and I can't find him on the planetarium. So I ask the owner and find that he have passed away. I am shock. Really shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner then gives me a letter. He says that it is written and addressed for me, so I take it and leave the planetarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never go to the planetarium again since I know about his death, so I almost forget about the letter too. But when I am going for a ride with my bicycle, I come across the most beautiful place that he showed to me. I ride my bicycle at full speed and take the letter. I almost rip it apart, but, I think he would like it if I read it at our secret star-seeing place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I go there at night and place my back upon the breezy grass, and then open it softly. And then, I read it out loud in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The stars are like people's life. They are created by Nitrogen and such gases, forming a beautiful star that shines through the atmosphere, making millions of people gazed upon them and 'wow'-ed at them. People are like that too. We are created by our father and mother's sexual gen. And when we make a living, we can shine wherever we are, at our own pace and skills. Stars also die, by exploding, but it will only happen after million of years. We, humans, will also die, by unexpected things and causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, if you find yourself lonely, look at the sky while you are resting your body on the breezy grass. And then, search for the star called Polaris. It won't go anywhere, I promise you. It will be at the same spot in any season, any time. Maybe, it will make you remind about me and my pitiful life, so that you can go on and reach your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/TQ9rdqPb9xI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HbSOCZtlaG4/s1600/PolarisNebula_mandel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/TQ9rdqPb9xI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HbSOCZtlaG4/s320/PolarisNebula_mandel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552775022870525714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I never tell you about who I really am, and what I've been through. I have an illness that made my internal organs functions degraded year after year. I know that I'll leave you sooner or later, so I wrote this letter. It's because, well, maybe, I don't want to see your sad and lonely face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it called love? I don't care. The most important thing is your happiness and your dream. Just reach it when you have the time, I know you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot. There will be a meteor shower on the 20th of this month. When that time comes, let's go together, shall we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gently close the letter and look at my clock. It's the 20th of the month that was mentioned by him. I close my eyes. I pray to God for his safety and, without me knowing it, I cry. I let my eyes open slowly and amaze at the sky. It is a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/TQ9pdWvJx6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/6bvQAL0eHAY/s1600/08shi-ncp-1988-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/TQ9pdWvJx6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/6bvQAL0eHAY/s320/08shi-ncp-1988-sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552772818611586978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write something on the back of his letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like the meteor shower that I see, my tears are racing down through my cheeks. But I know what I must do. To reach 'our' dream and make it a reality. I know that you will always support me, Chris. So, I won't give up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rip apart the letter and blow it to the sky. The pieces are being carry by the wind, while I smile and look upon the sky. It'll be a new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8059267564584583766?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8059267564584583766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=8059267564584583766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8059267564584583766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8059267564584583766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/12/letter-of-tears.html' title='A Letter of Tears'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/TQ9rdqPb9xI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HbSOCZtlaG4/s72-c/PolarisNebula_mandel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-1998314610024357973</id><published>2010-12-13T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T07:28:02.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meanings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon'/><title type='text'>Moon :)</title><content type='html'>Hufh, sudah lama sekali saya tidak menulis. Well, this is gonna be the first time I write my philosophy in English. Hehe. I'm sorry if there is any words in my article that is unnecessary, misspelled, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to discuss about.... Well, I don't know. I don't have any ideas yet. It's all drained to a dialogue for my school drama. Hip Hip Hooray! --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, maybe I should tell you about the moon? 'Cause I really love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the moon is, the moon. As you can see every night in the sky, revolving around the Earth on its own path. At night, he came out to see us and shone, even though it is actually the sun's rays, not its.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, every time I see at the moon, well, I feel more relaxed somehow. Like my previous article, I shall give you some examples of its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They are used as the main attribute at Karmic Astrology. Well, I don't really believe in that kind of stuff, so, if you are interested, why don't you open this link here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ehow.com/how_4549505_interpret-meaning-moon-karmic-astrology.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They are also used as tarot cards, you know. With Pisces as its ruling sign, the Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. The Querent who gets this card should be warned that they may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if they have any past mental problems, they must be vigilant in taking their medication. They should avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. They can and should trust their intuition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Believe in magic? Ever heard of the moon magic? Well, here are some information from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ezwitchcraft.com/magic-moon-phases-meaning/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on your magical intention, you should aim to work with the cycles of the moon to receive the most effective results. The three major aspects of the moon are the Waxing (or New), Full and Waning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Moon&lt;br /&gt;The Moon is waxing and growing. This marks the phase of the moon when the light is not visible from Earth, because the side of the moon that is being lit by the sun is not facing us. This should be a time to plan spells that introduce new beginnings and projects. A new career, house move, job, relationship, any new venture in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waning Moon&lt;br /&gt;The casting out of the old ways, banishing old habits, the removal of troubles and worries. A waning gibbous moon comes halfway between a full moon and a half moon, and a waxing gibbous moon lies between a half moon and a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A half moon looks like half a circle. It is sometimes called a quarter moon as this Moon has completed one quarter of an orbit around the Earth from either the new position (First Quarter) or the full (Last Quarter) and one quarter of the moon’s surface is visible from Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Moon&lt;br /&gt;Moon Phase Time Lapse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a time when the Moon is at its most powerful, and the magic most potent. Performing any positive spell at this time will achieve good results. This is the ideal time for healing, guidance, and completion spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full moon is referred to by a different name, depending on when it appears. For example, the “Harvest moon” is the full moon that appears nearest to the Autumn Equinox, which occurs in late September or early October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other names given to the full moon include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: Wolf Moon, Moon After Yule, or Old Moon&lt;br /&gt;February: Ice Moon, Snow Moon or Hunger Moon&lt;br /&gt;March: Storm Moon, Sap Moon, Crow Moon, or Lenten Moon&lt;br /&gt;April: Growing Moon, Grass Moon or Egg Moon&lt;br /&gt;May: Hare Moon, Milk Moon or Planting Moon&lt;br /&gt;June: Mead Moon, Rose Moon, Flower Moon, or Strawberry Moon&lt;br /&gt;July: Thunder Moon or Hay Moon&lt;br /&gt;August: Grain Moon, Green Corn Moon, or simply Corn Moon&lt;br /&gt;September: Fruit Moon or Harvest Moon&lt;br /&gt;October: Harvest Moon, Blood Moon or Hunter’s Moon&lt;br /&gt;November: Hunter’s Moon, Beaver Moon, Frosty Moon, or Snow Moon&lt;br /&gt;December: Cold Moon, Moon Before Yule or Long Night Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second full moon occurring in any month is called a Blue Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Well, according to Wikipedia's culture for the moon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moon's regular phases make it a very convenient timepiece, and the periods of its waxing and waning form the basis of many of the oldest calendars. An eagle-bone tally stick, found near the village of Le Placard in France and dated to 13,000 years ago, is believed by many to mark the phases of the Moon. The ~30-day month is an approximation of the lunar cycle. The English noun month and its cognates in other Germanic languages stem from Proto-Germanic *mǣnṓth-, which is connected to the above mentioned Proto-Germanic *mǣnōn, indicating the usage of a lunar calendar among the Germanic peoples (Germanic calendar) prior to the adoption of a solar calendar.[155] The same Indo-European root as moon led to the development of Latin measure and menstrual, words which echo the Moon's importance to many ancient cultures in measuring time (see Latin mensis and Ancient Greek μήνας (mēnas), meaning "month").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moon has been the subject of many works of art and literature and the inspiration for countless others. It is a motif in the visual arts, the performing arts, poetry, prose and music. A 5,000-year-old rock carving at Knowth, Ireland, may represent the Moon, which would be the earliest depiction discovered. In many prehistoric and ancient cultures, the Moon was personified as a deity or other supernatural phenomenon, and astrological views of the Moon continue to be propagated today. The contrast between the brighter highlands and darker maria create the patterns seen by different cultures as the Man in the Moon, the rabbit and the buffalo, among others. The Moon has a long association with insanity and irrationality; the words lunacy and loony are derived from the Latin name for the Moon, Luna. Philosophers such as Aristotle and Pliny the Elder argued that the full Moon induced insanity in susceptible individuals, believing that the brain, which is mostly water, must be affected by the Moon and its power over the tides, but the Moon's gravity is too slight to affect any single person.[159] Even today, people insist that admissions to psychiatric hospitals, traffic accidents, homicides or suicides increase during a full Moon, although there is no scientific evidence to support such claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superbly, I haven't read all of it when I post it, but I'm really interested in the blue moon things. Well, that's all. It's not my philosophy is it? Haha. But that's alright, I'm still a student after all, and I still have to study a lot. Especially philosophy thingy ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-1998314610024357973?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/1998314610024357973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=1998314610024357973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1998314610024357973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1998314610024357973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/12/hufh-sudah-lama-sekali-saya-tidak.html' title='Moon :)'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-4341781722229633477</id><published>2010-11-12T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T04:57:29.007-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meanings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>Blue Rose</title><content type='html'>So, do you recognize what this picture is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/TN03_BMEaKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-L40aJ5zcS0/s1600/blue-rose-white-candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/TN03_BMEaKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-L40aJ5zcS0/s320/blue-rose-white-candle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538644672525920418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually called the blue rose. It doesn't exist in real nature, but people really love it! And so do I. It has this elegant and natural feeling in it. Some people actually made it with artificial color that is added to the white rose. Now, here's some meaning from various websites. Hope you enjoy it, and maybe, it can be, that you have the same meaning as this beautiful fantasy rose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Conveying inner feelings of love at first sight, being enchanted by something or someone.&lt;br /&gt;2. Denote regal majesty and splendor.&lt;br /&gt;3. In Chinese cultures, it signifies hope against unattainable love.&lt;br /&gt;4. It signifies mystery or the possibility of attaining that which seems impossible, mostly because it's a rarity in nature.&lt;br /&gt;5. It symbolizes the unattainable or impossible which won't make it a good choice to give someone you would like to maintain a relationship with anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the point, there? Blue roses are definitely mysterious and elegant. It also resembles unattainable love or at least the one that is hard to get, because blue roses are hard to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it's always up to you, on what will you rely on? Philosophies and theories, or feelings and instincts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-4341781722229633477?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/4341781722229633477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=4341781722229633477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4341781722229633477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4341781722229633477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/11/blue-rose.html' title='Blue Rose'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/TN03_BMEaKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-L40aJ5zcS0/s72-c/blue-rose-white-candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-2162660404718931835</id><published>2010-11-11T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T06:14:38.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>ME</title><content type='html'>I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;The world is too dreadful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't run&lt;br /&gt;The world is binding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak&lt;br /&gt;The world won't let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear&lt;br /&gt;The world close my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be here&lt;br /&gt;The world shooed me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't exist&lt;br /&gt;God won't let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-2162660404718931835?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/2162660404718931835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=2162660404718931835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>Rampage&lt;br /&gt;Blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red,&lt;br /&gt;The way your eyes look at me&lt;br /&gt;The way the rain fall down on me&lt;br /&gt;The way you care about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless&lt;br /&gt;Poisoned Ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capturing me&lt;br /&gt;Torturing me&lt;br /&gt;Not letting me go&lt;br /&gt;Away from the dreadful sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me stay&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the sin&lt;br /&gt;It's just another stupid theory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-4594616178152239331?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/4594616178152239331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-2819678658825667289</id><published>2010-11-01T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T05:37:49.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>PERSONA</title><content type='html'>A persona, in the word's everyday usage, is a social role or a character played by an actor. This is an Italian word that derives from the Latin for a kind of mask made to resonate with the voice of the actor (per sonare meaning "to sound through").[1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Latin word probably derived from the Etruscan word "phersu", with the same meaning, and that from the Greek "πρόσωπον". Its meaning in the latter Roman period changed to indicate a "character" of a theatrical performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In literature the term has become associated with the work of two modern poets, Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot. They understood the term slightly differently and derived its use and meaning from different traditions. Eliot had taken over and developed Laforgue's ironic "I", whereas Pound worked from Robert Browning's dramatic monologues. Eliot's personae were Prufrock and Sweeney, Pound's were Cino, Bertran de Born, Propertius, and Mauberley. Whereas Eliot used 'masks' to distance himself from aspects of modern life which he found degrading and repulsive, Pound's personae were poets and could be considered in good part alter-egos who are to be dissociated from 'characters' like Malatesta, John Adams, Conducius, or Thomas Jefferson that we find in Pound's later poetry, The Cantos. For Pound, the personae were a way of working through a specific poetic problem. In this sense, the persona is a transparent mask, wearing the traits of two poets and responding to two situations, old and new, which are similar and overlapping. In Homage to Sextus Propertius, for example, Pound 'translated' parts of Propertius's elegies and by means of various modernisations of diction, drew attention to parallelisms existing between Propertius's situation and Pound's own, especially the pressures of living in an empire at war and Pound's need to cease writing shorter lyrical poems and start on longer epic structures. Pound at that time (1917) had written his first three Cantos but was doubtful of their value. In writing the Homage he worked through his anxieties of whether the epic was compatible with modernity or worth writing at all, given the political and social statement of the genre. Pound at that time had no political education, which he would start to acquire only after the end of WWI with C.H. Douglas and A.R. Orage in the offices of The New Age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The persona is also the mask or appearance one presents to the world. It may appear in dreams under various guises (see Carl Jung and his psychology).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I don't have any more time to search for other resources. Just to be sure, I'm studying this kind of stuffs, especially the psychology part :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-2819678658825667289?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/2819678658825667289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=2819678658825667289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/2819678658825667289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/2819678658825667289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/11/persona.html' title='PERSONA'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-1580363094666851244</id><published>2010-10-23T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T06:18:28.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Wise Words</title><content type='html'>Well, it have been a long time ago since I write a post. I'm sure no one notices, but I just love writing. It's beautiful when you write something out of expectation, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, didn't mean to talk about that. What I want to say is that, a best friend of mine always said to me, to be with the light and feel the happiness that it shares, while that person just wanted to see me from the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I have said this a thousand times, nothing is eternal. The term forever is just a fake hope that humans love to tell. Time have decided what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more eased this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone tells a lie, does it hurt? Yes, but, it is only for temporary. So, try and don't hate anyone. You will only make yourself miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love someone, it means to give all what you have to him/her, not only in something real, but also feelings. Your time. Your everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person told me a lot of things. And I really want to thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love can never be so beautiful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-1580363094666851244?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/1580363094666851244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=1580363094666851244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1580363094666851244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1580363094666851244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/10/wise-words.html' title='Wise Words'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-5599748385697200406</id><published>2010-10-08T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T06:01:32.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Pikiran Kecil II</title><content type='html'>Waktu. Ya, Waktu. Sebuah kata yang menyeramkan, yang abstrak, bahkan tidak bisa diprediksi dan dimengerti. Mulai dari rentangnya yang panjang dan tidak bisa diperkirakan, satu kata ini bisa mengikat kita semua. Ikatan yang tidak pernah bisa dilepaskan, bahkan sampai kematian pun menjemput kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringan, memang, jika kita telaah dengan singkat, tetapi, sekalinya kau melihat lebih jauh, justru kata ini sangat rumit. Ia lebih rumit dari kematian. Karena saat kita lahir, waktu 'kita' dimulai, dan saat kita mati, waktu 'kita' telah berakhir. Tetapi untuk orang lain? Belum tentu sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa lalu, masa kini, masa depan. Cara yang sangat mudah untuk mengelompokkan waktu, bukan? Baiklah, mari kita bahas satu per satu. Tentunya dengan pemikiran saya sendiri. Karena ini merupakan filosofi dan penelaahan diri. Maaf saja kalau ada yang salah. Katakan saja apa yang kalian (pembaca) pikirkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa lalu. Masa yang tidak bisa diulang, walau berapa kalipun kita mencoba untuk terus menerus menyesal, waktu ini tidak bisa kembali. Kita, yang hanya terikat dengan masa lalu, tidak akan bisa melihat apa yang ada di masa depan dan di masa kini. Kita bisa buta. Ya, buta. Tidak dalam pengartian sesungguhnya, tetapi dalam artian di dalam hati. Maaf saja, tapi itu sebuah kenyataan. Saya sendiri pernah terikat dengan masa lalu. Dan, yang terjadi adalah, saya terus menerus menyesal, terikat dengan segala 'dosa' yang sering disebut, dan tidak bisa berpikiran dengan jernih. Pikiran yang terikat itu akan terus mengekang kita, dan pada akhirnya, kita akan 'termakan' oleh pikiran itu, menjadi satu dengannya, dan tidak bisa lagi melihat apa yang ada di depan kita. Jika kalian (pembaca) ada yang merasa seperti ini, cobalah mencari teman yang berpikiran sebaliknya. Mereka bisa menjadi 'cahaya' bagi 'kegelapan' yang tiada akhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa kini. Masa yang sedang kita jalani sekarang. Setiap detiknya, jam-nya, dan hari-nya sangat berharga. Jangan takut dan berdirilah dengan tegak. Apa yang kalian lakukan bisa membuka banyak kesempatan di masa yang akan datang. Di masa kini, detik ini, apapun yang kalian pikirkan, lakukan, bahkan kalian rencanakan, bisa menjadi sesuatu yang berharga. Percayalah pada diri sendiri dan apa yang hati katakan. Tidak ada 'kegelapan' tanpa 'cahaya'. Dan belum tentu, 'cahaya' itu lebih baik dari 'kegelapan'. Terus saja ber-orientasi ke arah yang sudah diyakini. Jadikan masa lalu sebagai salah satu tangga yang sudah dilewati, pelajaran. Menyesal itu tidak akan ada gunanya, itu hanya akan membuatmu bermimpi buruk. Yakinlah bahwa dunia itu selalu seimbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa depan. Maaf saja, saya bukan orang yang ber-orientasi ke arah masa depan. Saya sendiri orang yang ragu, dan sedang belajar untuk menjadi orang yang bisa menghargai apa yang ada di masa kini. Untuk masa depan, jangan takut. Terus saja jalan dalam apa yang dianggap oleh hati kita benar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dan satu lagi. Tidak ada yang abadi. Baik perasaan, pertemanan, pacar, agama, bahkan hidup. Kalau jatuh di salah satu, cari kembali apa yang harus dicari. Keabadian itu tidak bisa diraih, lebih baik jangan percaya kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense, it's just one of my philosophy. And really, I have no regrets in writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep yourself together and just smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-5599748385697200406?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/5599748385697200406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=5599748385697200406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5599748385697200406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5599748385697200406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/10/pikiran-kecil-ii.html' title='Pikiran Kecil II'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-6371820875004199265</id><published>2010-09-29T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T08:54:14.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Pikiran Kecil I</title><content type='html'>Sudah cukup lama senjang waktu antara saya terakhir kali menulis dengan keluarnya tulisan ini. Well, saya akan sedikit bercerita tentang diri saya atau bahkan pikiran saya. Ini karena saya agak bingung dengan apa yang harus saya curahkan disini sebagai sebuah karya tulis. Apalagi dengan banyaknya tugas yang saya dapatkan dari sekolah, saya tidak sempat menulis banyak. Walau harus saya akui, saya baru saja menyelesaikan salah satu karya saya yang berjudul 'Rahasia', doakan saja supaya bisa benar-benar diterbitkan menjadi buku ya, kawan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to put it simple, akan ada banyak bahasa inggris yang menyelangi beberapa bahasa indonesia. Tapi yang ingin saya sampaikan sebenarnya tidak terlalu rumit. Just read and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pemikiran saya, kematian, adalah sesuatu yang ditakuti oleh semua orang. Mengaku saja, tidak banyak dari kita yang melakukan ibadah kepada Yang Maha Kuasa dengan niat benar-benar ingin menyembahNya. Terkadang, kita melakukannya karena kita takut akan hal yang disebut dengan kematian. Tetapi apakah kalian pernah berpikir lebih jauh lagi tentang makna kematian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi saya, kematian mengajarkan semua hal yang positif. Kita tidak dituntut untuk menakuti kematian nanti, tetapi untuk menjadikannya pelajaran. Mengapa? Karena dengan melihat kematian seseorang, kita sadar bahwa waktu kita di dunia ini sangat sedikit, jadi kita tidak bisa membuang waktu dan memperdulikan diri kita sendiri. Kalau kita punya waktu kosong, mengapa tidak meluangkannya untuk orang lain? Mengapa tidak kita mendalami bakat yang kita punya? Mengapa kita tidak melakukan sesuatu yang bermanfaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita juga bisa belajar untuk menghormati mereka yang sudah mendahului kita. Belajar untuk mengintrospeksi diri lebih sering lagi. Dan belajar untuk menjadi lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karenanya, well, all i know is, that death is not something to be feared! It is actually something to worshiped and make it our 'book' of life. Hanya mengingatnya, kita pun bisa gemetar. Tapi jangan pernah takut, karena jika kita yakin bahwa kita telah melakukan hal-hal yang baik, kita pun bisa terus melangkah maju, bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is something to cherish, the present is the only time we can correct our mistakes, the future is just another mystery. Be strong and be what you wanna be. Don't let anything stop you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-6371820875004199265?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/6371820875004199265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=6371820875004199265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/6371820875004199265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/6371820875004199265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/09/pikiran-kecil-i.html' title='Pikiran Kecil I'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-3108641449614966353</id><published>2010-09-11T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T08:37:11.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerita berlanjut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiksi'/><title type='text'>Rahasia -Prolog-</title><content type='html'>Aku tidak pernah percaya akan hal apapun selain Tuhan, tumbuhan, hewan, dan manusia. Bahkan pada sejenis malaikat, setan, ataupun jin, aku tidak akan percaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai saat ini, dimana aku dihadapkan akan dua pilihan, untuk mati atau hidup untuk sia-sia. Pilihan yang bahkan diriku di masa lalu pun tidak akan menyukainya. Pilihan yang bahkan dirinya yang sudah mati pun tidak akan ia relakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, saat itu aku sadar, bahwa apapun keputusanku, maka itulah yang terbaik untuk diriku. Aku tidak perlu peduli akan apa yang orang lain katakan. Ini hidupku, maka aku yang memutuskan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-3108641449614966353?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/3108641449614966353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=3108641449614966353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3108641449614966353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3108641449614966353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/09/rahasia-prolog.html' title='Rahasia -Prolog-'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-4348436237442666612</id><published>2010-08-30T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T03:12:31.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tugas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>Mimpi Kecil</title><content type='html'>Ingatkah?&lt;br /&gt;Kau akan&lt;br /&gt;Alunan masa kecil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang indah,&lt;br /&gt;Iringi alam mimpi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepakkan sayapmu&lt;br /&gt;Dan terbanglah&lt;br /&gt;Menuju langit&lt;br /&gt;Penuh warna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatkah?&lt;br /&gt;Saat kau&lt;br /&gt;Bermain tanpa beban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tertawa,&lt;br /&gt;Hiasi langit kelam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rembulan bernyanyi&lt;br /&gt;Mengantar sepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenangkan hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Bebaskan imajinasimu&lt;br /&gt;Gapailah bintang&lt;br /&gt;Bersinar terang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diselimuti malam&lt;br /&gt;Dingin dan gelap&lt;br /&gt;Menunggu matahari&lt;br /&gt;Menjemput dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepakkan sayapmu&lt;br /&gt;Dan terbanglah&lt;br /&gt;Menuju langit&lt;br /&gt;Penuh warna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rembulan bernyanyi&lt;br /&gt;Mengantar sepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rembulan bernyanyi&lt;br /&gt;Mengantar sepi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Kecil'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-7036766067895303761</id><published>2010-08-30T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T03:08:29.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tugas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>Alunan Iblis</title><content type='html'>Alunan melodi yang memuakkan&lt;br /&gt;Mengalir dalam batang tubuh&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa henti dan lelah&lt;br /&gt;Menyebarkan negatif dari hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketidakpercayaan yang di pupuk&lt;br /&gt;Menimbulkan konflik tak berarti&lt;br /&gt;Memecah sunyi dan sahabat&lt;br /&gt;Impian Sang Iblis terkabul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekosongan hati terpahat tajam&lt;br /&gt;Tak terpikirkan lagi sahabat&lt;br /&gt;Hanya terpaku imaji kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;Impian Sang Iblis terkabul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka pun berdendang riang:&lt;br /&gt;"Cahaya tertelan kegelapan,&lt;br /&gt;Cahaya tertelan kegelapan,&lt;br /&gt;Era baru telah tiba"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iblis pun tertawa senang&lt;br /&gt;Manusia telah jatuh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-7036766067895303761?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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yang lambat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai tujuanku terpenuhi&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan terus memegang pisau ini&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun kecil,&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun besar,&lt;br /&gt;Hidup orang akan ku akhiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang dan selamanya&lt;br /&gt;Kematian akan terus kukejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/04/2008 - Gita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-6822993690509689423?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/6822993690509689423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=6822993690509689423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/6822993690509689423'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>Jam Menit Detik</title><content type='html'>Tik Tok Tik Tok...&lt;br /&gt;Jam berdetik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu detik berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Satu menit berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Satu jam berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Satu hari berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Satu minggu berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Satu bulan berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Satu tahun berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Satu kehidupan berlalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap harinya manusia dilahirkan&lt;br /&gt;Setiap harinya manusia meninggal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah kenapa hal itu sudah biasa&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku sakit hati&lt;br /&gt;Karena sebentar lagi ia akan pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergi selamanya,&lt;br /&gt;Tak pernah kembali lagi&lt;br /&gt;Sampai di kehidupan lainnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/04/2008 - Gita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-3750652211969054761?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;Tapi itu semua percuma&lt;br /&gt;Karena waktu tak bisa kembali&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kapanpun juga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu sudah menjadi kenangan&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi kenangan tersebut hidup&lt;br /&gt;Selamanya di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/04/2008 - Gita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8093042115588778876?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8093042115588778876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=8093042115588778876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8093042115588778876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Darah</title><content type='html'>Berlumuran darah&lt;br /&gt;Di tanganku&lt;br /&gt;Di tubuhku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darah...&lt;br /&gt;Satu kata yang terpikir olehku&lt;br /&gt;Saat perang itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu kata yang kecil&lt;br /&gt;Saat kehilangan itu&lt;br /&gt;Satu nyawa melayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hari tanpanya&lt;br /&gt;Liang kubur menantiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai nanti hidup berakhir&lt;br /&gt;Tak akan kubiarkan darahku mengalir&lt;br /&gt;Keluar dari tubuhku&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pertumpahan yang dahsyat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai jumpa liang kubur&lt;br /&gt;Di akhir hidupku nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/04/2008 - Gita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-4364728497999025951?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-4153433806624555547</id><published>2010-08-30T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T02:10:54.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tugas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>Kematian</title><content type='html'>Satu per satu daun berguguran&lt;br /&gt;Satu per satu air hujan berintikan&lt;br /&gt;Satu per satu rambut manusia merontok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liang kubur sudah mendekat&lt;br /&gt;Tempat terakhir di hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Di sanalah ku tertidur selamanya&lt;br /&gt;Sampai hari ku dibangunkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua kenangan&lt;br /&gt;Semua saudara&lt;br /&gt;Semua yang kupunya&lt;br /&gt;Tak akan kuingat lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti aku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Bersamaku hanyalah tanah&lt;br /&gt;Dan amalku di dunia maya&lt;br /&gt;Selamanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/04/2008 - Gita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-4153433806624555547?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/4153433806624555547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=4153433806624555547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4153433806624555547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4153433806624555547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/08/kematian.html' title='Kematian'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-8165103570269595990</id><published>2010-08-30T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T02:07:23.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tugas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kemerdekaan'/><title type='text'>Prajurit</title><content type='html'>Satu per satu gugur&lt;br /&gt;Daun yang dahulu indah&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi kuning berguguran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti itulah manusia&lt;br /&gt;Satu per satu gugur&lt;br /&gt;Seperti daun itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perang yang berdarah-darah&lt;br /&gt;Menggugurkan kita&lt;br /&gt;Para prajurit bangsa&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia yang belum merdeka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangisan anak kecil&lt;br /&gt;Meraung-raung di telingaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai mereka tersenyum&lt;br /&gt;Ku akan terus berjuang&lt;br /&gt;Untuk Indonesia merdeka&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kematian menjemputku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/04/2008 - Gita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8165103570269595990?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;Tapi,&lt;br /&gt;Hidup tak selalu indah&lt;br /&gt;Sukar mendapat kawan&lt;br /&gt;Sukar mendapat uang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudah mendapat lawan&lt;br /&gt;Karena beda aspirasi&lt;br /&gt;Dan kontroversi kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apakah semua itu benar?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah manusia selalu membedakan?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah sosial begitu penting?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah hidup akan selalu sama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miskin kaya&lt;br /&gt;Bukan masalah&lt;br /&gt;Manusia hanya egois&lt;br /&gt;Tidak peduli dengan yang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan awal&lt;br /&gt;Bukan pula akhir&lt;br /&gt;Semua selalu seperti ini&lt;br /&gt;Akan sadarkah kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan selalu menyakitkan&lt;br /&gt;Manusialah pengakibatnya&lt;br /&gt;Kesenjangan yang tak bisa digapai&lt;br /&gt;Hanya sebuah masalah sehari-hari&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa terpikirkan beban masa depan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percuma menggapainya,&lt;br /&gt;Saling menolong hanya kesadaran&lt;br /&gt;Kita hanya harus duduk&lt;br /&gt;Asal tak sama&lt;br /&gt;Semua akan baik-baik saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya waktu yang tahu,&lt;br /&gt;Kapan akan terhenti semua kegilaan dunia ini&lt;br /&gt;Jika bisa memilih,&lt;br /&gt;Apakah depan atau belakang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Gita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-2568569451963298867?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/2568569451963298867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=2568569451963298867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/2568569451963298867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Cinta Untuknya</title><content type='html'>Aluran musik yang sangat indahnya&lt;br /&gt;Membangun semangat jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Yang berada dalam keraguan cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang tak tentu lamanya&lt;br /&gt;Membuat orang sangat menderita&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang dianggap suci baginya&lt;br /&gt;Hanya sebuah khayalan belaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebohongan cinta yang ada&lt;br /&gt;Membuatku semakin menderita&lt;br /&gt;Dirinya yang selalu kupuja&lt;br /&gt;Hilang dari hatiku begitu saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai jumpa untuk dirinya&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang akan kukenang selamanya&lt;br /&gt;Sampai diriku sudah tiada&lt;br /&gt;Di dunia yang maya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/03/08 - Gita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8107141527185761933?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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ini&lt;br /&gt;Seperti hati yang tak berhenti&lt;br /&gt;Kepada semua orang di dunia ini&lt;br /&gt;Yang selalu kucintai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada negara ini&lt;br /&gt;Pada keluarga ini&lt;br /&gt;Pada dirinya ini&lt;br /&gt;Pada waktu ini&lt;br /&gt;Pada Tuhanku ini&lt;br /&gt;Akan kucintai&lt;br /&gt;Selalu dan selamanya di hati ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di hati yang kujaga ini&lt;br /&gt;Yang menyimpan perasaan suci&lt;br /&gt;Sampai nanti aku mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/03/08 - Gita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8323867396325615641?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8323867396325615641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=8323867396325615641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8323867396325615641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8323867396325615641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/08/hati.html' title='Hati'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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/&gt;Bukan masa kini milikku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berakhir sudah hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum perginya diriku&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu pesan untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Untuk tersenyum kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan kukenang hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kiamat berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Dan kita bisa bersama selalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/03/08 - Gita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-5756304001152273505?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/5756304001152273505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=5756304001152273505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Again - Yui</title><content type='html'>For your information, I'm also a fan of Japanese Animes, such as Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. So, here's the lyric from &lt;a href="http://www.animelyrics.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the first opening, please, do enjoy it ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yume no tsuzuki  Oikakete ita hazu nano ni&lt;br /&gt;Magarikunetta hosoi michi  Hito ni tsumazuku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano koro mitai ni tte  Modoritai wakejanai no&lt;br /&gt;Nakushite kita sora wo  Sagashiteru&lt;br /&gt;Wakattekuremasu you ni  Gisei ni natta you na&lt;br /&gt;Kanashii kao wa yamete yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsumi no saigo wa namida janai yo  Zutto kurushiku shou tte kunda&lt;br /&gt;Deguchi mienai kanjou meiru ni  Dare wo matteru no?&lt;br /&gt;Shiroi no-to ni tsuzutta you ni  Motto sunao ni hakidashitai yo&lt;br /&gt;Nani kara  Nogaretainda  ... Genjitsu tte yatsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanaeru tame ni  Ikiterundatte  Wasurechai sou na  Yoru no manaka&lt;br /&gt;Bunan ni nante  Yatterarenai kara  ...Kaeru basho mo nai no&lt;br /&gt;Kono omoi wo keshite shimau niwa  Mada jinsei nagai desho (I'm on the way)&lt;br /&gt;Natsukashiku naru  Konna itami mo kangei jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayamaranakucha ikenai yo ne  Ah, Gomen ne&lt;br /&gt;Umaku ienakute  Shinpai kaketa mama datta ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano hi kakaeta zenbu  Ashita kakaeru zenbu&lt;br /&gt;Junban tsuketari wa  Shinaikara&lt;br /&gt;Wakkate kuremasu you ni  Sotto me wo tojitanda  &lt;br /&gt;Mitakunaimono made  Miendamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iranai uwasa ni chotto  Hajimete kiku hatsugen docchi?&lt;br /&gt;Ni kai attara tomodachi datte?  Uso wa yamete ne&lt;br /&gt;Akai ha-to ga iradatsu you ni  Karadan naka moeteirunda&lt;br /&gt;Honto wa  Kitai shiten no  ... Genjitsutte yatsu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanaeru tame ni  Ikiterundatte  Sakebitaku naru yo  Kikoete imasu ka?&lt;br /&gt;Bunan ni nante  Yatterarenai kara  ...Kaeru basho mo nai no&lt;br /&gt;Yasashisa niwa itsumo kansha shiteru  Dakara tsuyoku naritai (I'm on the way)&lt;br /&gt;Susumu tame ni  Teki mo mikata mo kangei jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou yatte tsugi no doa  Akerundakke? Kangaeteru?&lt;br /&gt;Mou hikikaesenai  Monogatari hajimatterunda&lt;br /&gt;Me wo samase   Me wo samase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kono omoi wo keshite shimau niwa  Mada jinsei nagai desho?&lt;br /&gt;Yarinokoshiteru koto  Yarinaoshite mitai kara&lt;br /&gt;Mou ichido yukou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakaeru tame ni  Ikiterundatte  Sakebitaku naru yo  Kikoete imasu ka?&lt;br /&gt;Bunan ni nante  Yatterarenai kara  ...Kaeru basho mo nai no&lt;br /&gt;Yasashisa niwa itsumo kansha shiteru  Dakara tsuyoku naritai (I'm on the way)&lt;br /&gt;Natsukashiku naru  Konna itami mo kangei jan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-1883231337638157933?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/1883231337638157933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=1883231337638157933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1883231337638157933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1883231337638157933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/08/again-yui.html' title='Again - Yui'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-1533097761901586324</id><published>2010-08-13T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:42:02.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kemerdekaan'/><title type='text'>Mosaik Merah Putih</title><content type='html'>Cipratan darah&lt;br /&gt;Suasana duka&lt;br /&gt;Segala kekhawatiran&lt;br /&gt;Menyelimuti hari pagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teriakan merdeka&lt;br /&gt;Pengorbanan nyawa&lt;br /&gt;Pergolakan jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Membatasi hari siang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merah diatas biru&lt;br /&gt;Merah diatas putih&lt;br /&gt;Merah diatas coklat&lt;br /&gt;Warna kemenangan menyambut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubuh tanpa nyawa&lt;br /&gt;Bergelimpangan di segala sudut&lt;br /&gt;Hati yang terikat&lt;br /&gt;Bertebaran di seluruh penjuru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahkah kita berhasil? &lt;br /&gt;Merebut segala penderitaan&lt;br /&gt;Akankah kita bertahan? &lt;br /&gt;Sbagai insan berkah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka bukan kata&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka adalah tindakan&lt;br /&gt;Perjuangan tanpa akhir&lt;br /&gt;Pengabdian untuk merah putih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-1533097761901586324?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/1533097761901586324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=1533097761901586324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1533097761901586324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1533097761901586324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/08/cipratan-darah-suasana-duka-segala.html' title='Mosaik Merah Putih'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-1395776803719502092</id><published>2010-08-12T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:22:52.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Mesmerising?</title><content type='html'>There are some things that made me cry, but when I look back at it, it's not that bad, and it's the things that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;But what do I know? I am just another human, like any other beings, I'm not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Look at my age, I'm still young, about sixteen or fifteen years old, but I already understand what bitter pain the world resembles.&lt;br /&gt;Look at you, an old woman with sticks holding you up so that you wouldn't fall, still mesmerising about the past, bound by it and cannot move forward.&lt;br /&gt;The generations had changed into a better one, I hope. And maybe, I can prove it, not someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Through my writings, I know what life is like, little by little, slow but surely, the future is in my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-1395776803719502092?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/1395776803719502092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=1395776803719502092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1395776803719502092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1395776803719502092'/><link rel='alternate' 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berdansa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senyuman peri menghiasi biru&lt;br /&gt;Mengiringi awan putih&lt;br /&gt;Saat tentara hitam berbaris&lt;br /&gt;Mencari kehidupan bersama-sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada rasa khawatir&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada rasa benci&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada rasa iri&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada rasa marah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kebahagiaan menyelimuti hati&lt;br /&gt;Membuat senyuman terukir bebas&lt;br /&gt;Dalam laut penuh kasih&lt;br /&gt;Di atas gunung ketenangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup dalam harmoni&lt;br /&gt;Beragam warna penghias langit&lt;br /&gt;Lukisan yang tak berpigura&lt;br /&gt;Milik hati semuanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat datang di Jardin&lt;br /&gt;Keranjang harapan semua orang&lt;br /&gt;Taburan mimpi anak-anak&lt;br /&gt;Taman tanpa batas khayal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenangkan hati yang terdalam&lt;br /&gt;Memasuki sunyi yang pekat&lt;br /&gt;Bebaskan imajinasi masa depan&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa keraguan menghalangi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah taman penuh kebebasan&lt;br /&gt;Jadi apapun yang diinginkan&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rintangan sesuka hati&lt;br /&gt;Hanya imbalan yang berharga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disinilah harta karun ditemukan&lt;br /&gt;Disinilah cita-cita tercapai&lt;br /&gt;Disinilah beban tidak berarti&lt;br /&gt;Hati putih yang terjernih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarilah,&lt;br /&gt;Masuk dalam taman Jardin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-5022658125469310165?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/5022658125469310165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=5022658125469310165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5022658125469310165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5022658125469310165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/08/jardin.html' title='Jardin'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-4432119319740687690</id><published>2010-07-31T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T06:53:19.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Permintaan</title><content type='html'>Wahai bulan yang ada di langit, apakah Tuhan mencintai dan menyadari bahwa aku masih hidup? Karena sungguh, aku mulai ragu, setiap ucapanku akan-Nya mulai memudar, aku mulai termakan oleh kegelapan, meninggalkan semua hal yang rasional, membiarkan diriku makin tenggelam, menjadi sesuatu yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai bintang-bintang yang menyinari malam, saat aku melihat langit, aku mengingat semua dosa yang telah kuperbuat, mengingat kehadiran Tuhan, walau memang, hal itu mulai memudar. Setiap hal yang kulakukan, aku lakukan tanpa merasa apapun, seakan-akan hati yang dulunya penuh oleh cahaya sudah redup dan mati, perlahan tapi pasti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai langit gelap yang membuat bintang bersinar lebih indah, kau begitu kelam tapi juga begitu menenangkan. Aku ingin meraihmu. Karena saat aku berpikir seperti itu, aku jadi ingat bahwa aku dan Tuhan bisa begitu dekat, walaupun Ia tidak terlihat, walaupun Ia begitu jauh, tapi Ia tetap ada di hatiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai kegelapan yang abadi, kau sudah mengalahkan cahaya yang ada di dalam diriku, mengambil alih segala kehidupanku, membuatku semakin jatuh ke dalam dirimu, membuatku semakin melupakan apa gunanya diriku. Kaulah sahabat yang tak akan pergi dariku, sahabat yang terus berada di dalam hatiku, saat aku merasa bersalah, kau akan mengatakan bahwa aku tidak bersalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai cahaya yang memudar, tidak semuanya tentang dirimu itu indah, karena aku tahu, bagaimana sakitnya saat ada di dalam dirimu dan di dalam kegelapan. Kau adalah tangan kananku yang selalu mendorongku untuk berbuat kebaikan, untuk terus menyunggingkan senyum di wajahku, untuk terus membuat orang lain senang, walau mungkin, diriku sendiri akan tersiksa karena kebohongan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Tuhan, aku ada permintaan. Tolong kembalikan diriku yang sebenarnya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-4432119319740687690?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/4432119319740687690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=4432119319740687690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4432119319740687690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4432119319740687690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/07/permintaan.html' title='Permintaan'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-3166805924653685050</id><published>2010-07-26T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:23:09.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Percakapan putih</title><content type='html'>Wahai kertas, aku tidak tahu harus menulis apa di atasmu. Hatiku kosong dan sering mendambakan sebuah tantangan. Tetapi, saat tantangan itu datang, mengapa diriku menolak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai kertas putih yang bergaris biru, apakah Tuhan menyayangiku? Apakah kata-kata orang di sekitarku bisa dipercaya? Apakah aku bisa menemukan tujuanku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai kertas dengan ukiran bunga, siapakah diriku? Apakah 'aku' yang sekarang adalah diriku yang sebenarnya? Ataukah aku sedang menekan sesuatu yang sebenarnya bisa kukendalikan? Apakah 'aku' adalah aku yang kulihat di cermin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai kertas yang dibalut dengan tulisan yang menyakitkan ini, kalau saja ada cara agar hatiku tidak merasakan sakit yang tidak bisa ku-ungkapkan, apakah cara itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai kertas yang dihiasi oleh berbagai pertanyaan, apakah kau merasa muak dengan tulisanku yang membosankan ini? Apakah kau lelah dituliskan berbagai keluhan tanpa jalan keluar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai kertas yang berada dalam buku pemberian orang yang berharga, bisakah aku mengubah diriku dan dunia? Akankah aku bisa dilihat dengan diriku yang sebenarnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai kertas, sesungguhnya, aku berjanji, dan ingin menepati janji ini, aku ingin melakukan sesuatu yang lebih dari ini!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-3166805924653685050?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/3166805924653685050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=3166805924653685050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3166805924653685050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3166805924653685050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/07/percakapan-putih.html' title='Percakapan putih'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-8723814638172380705</id><published>2010-07-26T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:44:24.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>Dosa</title><content type='html'>Merah di atas putih&lt;br /&gt;Tumpahan dosa tercatat&lt;br /&gt;Semakin panjang meregang&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa ada akhirnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjanjian penuh dusta&lt;br /&gt;Pengikat mimpi indah&lt;br /&gt;Pembatas janji kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;Siraman kegelapan abadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahasia tanpa fakta&lt;br /&gt;Catatan kematian iblis&lt;br /&gt;Terkunci rapat sekali&lt;br /&gt;Oleh Sang Rembulan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan para dosa&lt;br /&gt;Melolong ingin bebas&lt;br /&gt;Mengais lebih dalam&lt;br /&gt;Terperangkap dalam sepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serenada kesepian memuncak&lt;br /&gt;Meresapi setiap inchi&lt;br /&gt;Menyelimuti cahaya lemah&lt;br /&gt;Meredupkan sampai mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penghantar tidur datang,&lt;br /&gt;Akankah mereka menetap?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8723814638172380705?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8723814638172380705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=8723814638172380705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8723814638172380705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8723814638172380705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/07/dosa.html' title='Dosa'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-6568267011040357118</id><published>2010-07-21T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T08:42:42.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Surat untuk Tuhan</title><content type='html'>Ya tuhan, kumohon kepadaMu, hapuskan perasaan ini, bunuhlah diriku yang palsu.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhan, aku tidak bisa menetapkan tempat yang layak untukku. dimana aku bisa tertawa dan menangis, menunjukkan diriku yang sebenarnya, diriku yang seharusnya.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhan, aku takut menghadapi masa depan, aku takut untuk mengungkapkan apa yang seharusnya kukatakan, aku takut untuk menjadi diriku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhan, andai saja aku tidak mempunyai perasaan yang begitu dalam, perasaan yang akan membunuhku di saat lengah, perasaan yang selalu menghantuiku.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Tuhan! Aku telah membohongi diriku sendiri! Aku telah membunuh diriku sendiri! Aku telah membunuh ego yang berlimpah! Aku telah membuat dosa yang besar kepada diriku sendiri!&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang harus aku lakukan di saat sedih? Di saat aku tidak punya tempat untuk meneriakkan isi hatiku, kemana aku harus pergi?&lt;br /&gt;Akankah kau meninggalkanku, Tuhan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-6568267011040357118?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/6568267011040357118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=6568267011040357118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/6568267011040357118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/6568267011040357118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/07/surat-untuk-tuhan.html' title='Surat untuk Tuhan'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-3384682906603900431</id><published>2010-07-10T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:44:25.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Will</title><content type='html'>The ghost are dancing&lt;br /&gt;The demons are singing&lt;br /&gt;The humans are screaming&lt;br /&gt;The souls are crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night has fallen&lt;br /&gt;The dark has risen&lt;br /&gt;The sun was destroyed&lt;br /&gt;The light has descended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance through the dark&lt;br /&gt;Embrace with no one&lt;br /&gt;With only the God&lt;br /&gt;Watching in fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demons are smiling&lt;br /&gt;The souls are suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how longing&lt;br /&gt;Is this misery of yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-3384682906603900431?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/3384682906603900431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=3384682906603900431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3384682906603900431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3384682906603900431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/07/will.html' title='Will'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-2653183262888602316</id><published>2010-07-07T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:38:41.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myth'/><title type='text'>The Story about Phoenix</title><content type='html'>So, I just wanted to share this story that I found on a site, you guess it, it's monstropedia again. I just can't take my eyes off from that site --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bird that lays no eggs and has no young. It was here when the world began and is still living today, in a hidden, faraway desert spot. It is the phoenix, the bird of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in the beginning times, the sun looked down and saw a large bird with shimmering feathers. They were red and gold--bright and dazzling like the sun itself. The sun called out, "Glorious Phoenix, you shall be my bird and live forever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live forever! The Phoenix was overjoyed to hear these words. It lifted its head and sang, "Sun glorious sun, I shall sing my songs for you alone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Phoenix was not happy for long. Poor bird. Its feathers were far too beautiful. Men, women, and children were always casing it and trying to trap it. They wanted to have some of those beautiful, shiny feathers for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot live here," thought the phoenix. and it flew off toward the east, where the sun rises in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phoenix flew for a long time, and then came to a far away, hidden desert where no humans lived. And there the phoenix remained in peace, flying freely and singing its songs of praise to the sun above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost five hundred years passed. The Phoenix was still alive, but it had grown old. It was often tired, and it had lost much of its strength. It couldn't soar so high in the sky, nor fly as fast or as far as it was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to live like this," thought the Phoenix. "I want to be young and strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Phoenix lifted it's head and sang, "Sun, glorious sun, make me young and strong again!" but the sun didn't answer. Day after day the Phoenix sang. When the sun still didn't answer, the Phoenix decided to return to the place where it had lived in the beginning and ask the sun one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It flew across the desert, over hills, green valleys, and high mountains. The journey was long, and because the Phoenix was old and weak, it had to rest along the way. Now, the Phoenix has a keen sense of smell and is particularly fond of herbs and spices. So each time it landed, it collected pieces of cinnamon bark and all kinds of fragrant leaves. It tucked some in among its feathers and carried the rest in its claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When at last the bird came to the place that had once been its home, it landed on a tall palm tree growing high on a mountainside. Right at the top of the tree, the Phoenix built a nest with the cinnamon bark and lined it with the fragrant leaves. Then the Phoenix flew off and collected some sharp-scented gum called myrrh, which it had seen oozing out of a nearby tree. The Phoenix made an egg from the myrrh and carried the egg back to the nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything was ready. The Phoenix sat down in its nest, lifted its head, and sang, "Sun, glorius sun, make me young and strong again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the sun heard the song. Swiftly it chased the clouds from the sky and stilled the winds and shone down on the mountainside with all its power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals, the snakes, the lizards, and every other bird hid from the sun's fierce rays -- in caves and holes, under shady rocks and trees. Only the Phoenix sat upon its nest and let the suns rays beat down upon it beautiful, shiny feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a flash of light, flames leaped out of the nest, and the Phoenix became a big round blaze of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while the flames died down. The tree was not burnt, nor was the nest. But the Phoenix was gone. In the nest was a heap of silvery-gray ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ash began to tremble and slowly heave itself upward. From under the ash there rose up a young Phoenix. It was small and looked sort of crumpled, but it stretched its neck and lifted its wings and flapped them. Moment by moment it grew, until it was the same size as the old Phoenix. It looked around, found the egg made of myrrh, and hollowed it out. Then it placed the ashes inside and finally closed up the egg. The young Phoenix lifted its head and sang, "Sun, glorious sun, I shall sing my songs for you alone! Forever and ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the song ended, the wind began to blow, the clouds came scudding across the sky, and the other living creatures crept out of their hiding places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Phoenix, with the egg in its claws, flew up and away. At the same time, a cloud of birds of all shapes and sizes rose up from the earth and flew behind the Phoenix, singing together, "You are the greatest of birds! You are our king!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds flew with the Phoenix to the temple of the sun that the Egyptians had built at Heliopolis, city of the sun. Then the Phoenix placed the egg with the ashes inside on the sun's altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the Phoenix, "I must fly on alone." And while the other birds watched, it flew off toward the faraway desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phoenix lives there still. But every five hundred years, when it begins to feel weak and old, it flies west to the same mountain. There it builds a fragrant nest on top of a palm tree, and there the sun once again burns it to ashes. But each time, the Phoenix rises up from those ashes, fresh and new and young again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-2653183262888602316?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/2653183262888602316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=2653183262888602316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/2653183262888602316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/2653183262888602316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/07/story-about-phoenix.html' title='The Story about Phoenix'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-49628183117213808</id><published>2010-07-07T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:27:04.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myth'/><title type='text'>Sprite</title><content type='html'>Still from monstropedia! I'm really in to this kind of theory. The fact is that these creatures are just myth is true, but sometimes, studying about these things really made me happy and also gave me some good inspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term sprite is a broad term referring to a number of monstrous creatures. The term is generally used in reference to fairies, like the elf  or dwarf, and the likes of it; but can also signify various monstrous beings, including ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term is chiefly used in regard to elves and fairies in European folklore, and in modern English is rarely used in reference to spirits or other mythical creatures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etymology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "sprite" is derived from the Latin "spiritus" (spirit). Variations on the term include "spright" (the origin of the adjective "sprightly", meaning "spirited" or "lively") and the Celtic "spriggan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Element&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some elemental magics, the sprite is believed to be the Elemental of air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The belief in diminutive beings such as elves, fairies, pixies, gnomes, Japanese Yoka and various Slavic fairies has been common in many parts of the world, and might to some extent still be found within Neo- spiritual and religious movements such as "Druidry" and Ásatrú. The belief in spiritual beings, particularly ghosts, is almost universal to human culture.&lt;br /&gt;Sprite Traps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sprite trap is a magical device used to capture troublesome or harmful spirits and ghosts. These devices refer to a sprite as a preternatural creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sprite trap is created from a blackthorn stave and copper wire that has never carried electricity. During a ritual process, the copper wire is bound to the stave with red thread and the stave is marked with a Dag (or D) rune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprite traps are used at night, when the trap is set at the entrance to a home, church, graveyard, or other location where disturbances are taking place. To attract the troublesome entity, a cleft blackthorn stave with a lighted candle is placed in front of the trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sprite trap has captured a spirit, it is removed from the location and the red thread is cut with a consecrated knife; the thread is then placed into a prepared witch bottle. If the bottle has been prepared to imprison the spirit, a spell is recited while the thread is placed in it. Finally, the bottle is corked and sealed with red wax before being buried. A thorn bush will be planted on the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that if a witch's bottle containing a sprite is opened, a very angry spirit will escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-49628183117213808?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/49628183117213808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=49628183117213808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/49628183117213808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/49628183117213808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/07/sprite.html' title='Sprite'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-2276901871090956260</id><published>2010-07-07T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:28:26.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myth'/><title type='text'>Dhampir</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I haven't write anything for such a long long time. I'm working on some project, and maybe (if someone is really reading this blog) I will write some sneak peeks about it. No, I'm not working on a movie, believe me, I'm not talented in anything.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I really like vampires and dhampir too, especially dhampir. Why? Because it is said that Dhampir can be more powerful than vampires, that's why. When I was browsing for it, I found these data at http://www.monstropedia.org so why don't you enjoy it? Maybe it'll give you an inspiration or an idea about this superb mythical creature! ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word dhampir is associated with folklore of the Roma, gypsies of the Balkans. In other areas it is believed that the offspring of a vampire will be slippery like jelly, and cannot live (Vukanovic 1957-1959, pt. 3, p. 112).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the area the term dhampir refers to the offspring of a vampire and a human; terms for such a being that are used in various subregions include vampijerovic, vampiric (little vampire), and lampijerovic; in some regions the child is named "Vampir" if a boy and "Vampiresa" if a girl, or Dhampir if a boy and Dhampiresa if a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all Balkan peoples it is believed that the child of a vampire can see and destroy vampires. Among some groups, the ability to see vampires is considered exclusive to dhampirs. The powers of a dhampir may be inherited by the dhampir's offspring and cannot be taught.. Such a living male offspring would sometimes become a professional vampire hunter and destroyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * In some lore, dhampires (plural) pass their skills to their own sons: their ability is inherited &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * A Dhampir can enable others to see vampires by taking off his shirt and letting them see through the sleeves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * A Dhampir is believed to have great strength, many abilities, and the bloodlust of his vampire father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behavior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various means of killing or driving away vampires are recognized among peoples of the region, but the dhampir is seen as the chief agent for dealing with vampires. Methods by which a dhampir kills a vampire include shooting the vampire with a bullet, transfixing it with a hawthorn stake, and performing a ceremony that involves touching "crowns" of lead to the vampire's grave. If the dhampir cannot destroy a vampire, he may command it to leave the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dhampir is always paid well for his services. The amount of money varies, but there is never dickering over the price. Standard pay for a dhampir may also include a meal or a suit of clothing. Sometimes a dhampir is paid in cattle. As late as 1959, professional dhampirs were still in business in Kosova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False dhampirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite often charlatans traveling the regions around the Carpathian Mountains and elsewhere in Eastern Europe would claim to be dhampirs. Operating by the original myth of vampyr (old spelling, both singular and plural) as spirit creatures, they were the only ones who could see the spirit and would put on elaborate shows for villages, often wrestling with an invisible foe until it was then trapped in a brass vessel. Usually a dhampir would wait until there was a death in a village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As rural people tended to be more superstitious, unnatural explanations would be believed for unusual events, real or imagined (such as believing to have seen the dead walking the village at night). The belief was that the vampyr would take over the recently dead corpse, for as long as it would last, to invade villages. They fed off life force directly, not by blood, sometimes killing victims in close proximity so life leaving the body could be consumed more quickly.) Once fear, grief and superstition took hold in a village following a recent death, the dhampir would "come to the rescue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-2276901871090956260?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/2276901871090956260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=2276901871090956260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/2276901871090956260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/2276901871090956260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/07/dhampir.html' title='Dhampir'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-3016864611957959035</id><published>2010-06-01T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T06:32:11.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Assassin - Muse</title><content type='html'>Hey, it's been a long time since i write something. Well, to be honest, I'm working on a project with my big brother, so I don't really have time to write about something, especially in English, hehe. Well, just enjoy this song that I love so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War is overdue&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for you&lt;br /&gt;To shoot your leaders down&lt;br /&gt;Join forces underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Lose control&lt;br /&gt;Increasing pace&lt;br /&gt;Warped and bewitched&lt;br /&gt;And time to erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they say&lt;br /&gt;These people are torn&lt;br /&gt;Wild and bereft&lt;br /&gt;Assassin is born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppose and disagree&lt;br /&gt;Destroy demonocracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they say&lt;br /&gt;These people are torn&lt;br /&gt;Wild and bereft&lt;br /&gt;Assassin is born&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-3016864611957959035?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-1881220322874961982</id><published>2010-03-20T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:54:50.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>I keep running&lt;br /&gt;Running&lt;br /&gt;Running&lt;br /&gt;Running&lt;br /&gt;Away from the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep it here&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;br /&gt;Inside the depth of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious,&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to hide it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it already&lt;br /&gt;What I am running from&lt;br /&gt;What I am keeping&lt;br /&gt;You know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That smile&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;That tears&lt;br /&gt;It makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-1881220322874961982?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/1881220322874961982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=1881220322874961982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1881220322874961982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-3627211592997699391?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/3627211592997699391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=3627211592997699391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3627211592997699391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3627211592997699391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/03/hatred.html' title='Speak it!'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-1562192818825096375</id><published>2010-03-20T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:44:59.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>I cried&lt;br /&gt;well, no one cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled,&lt;br /&gt;No one knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be recognized&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a slight existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all these years&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are fading away from me&lt;br /&gt;Putting a fake mask&lt;br /&gt;on top of all my expressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i thought i have seek the light&lt;br /&gt;The darkness came and tied me&lt;br /&gt;Bonding me with eternal hollow&lt;br /&gt;Crossing around my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried but i failed&lt;br /&gt;I ran but i tripped&lt;br /&gt;I care but never love&lt;br /&gt;So what am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-1562192818825096375?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/1562192818825096375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=1562192818825096375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1562192818825096375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1562192818825096375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-4357031683746678803</id><published>2010-03-06T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:45:17.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Hell's Gate</title><content type='html'>The immortality&lt;br /&gt;Tied within those promises&lt;br /&gt;Filled with lies&lt;br /&gt;Black wings they have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unbroken&lt;br /&gt;Filled with smiles&lt;br /&gt;Never they have said a heart-breaking word&lt;br /&gt;White and crystallized wings they carved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is yours?&lt;br /&gt;I know you lied&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are filled by the dark&lt;br /&gt;I know that you did the sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you?&lt;br /&gt;Always smiling lightly&lt;br /&gt;Always showing the kindness you have&lt;br /&gt;Fill your life with the truth on your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you die, I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;When I die, you'll leave me&lt;br /&gt;Well, there can only be a gate for us&lt;br /&gt;There is only a gate for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come,&lt;br /&gt;The Hell's gate is waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-4357031683746678803?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/4357031683746678803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=4357031683746678803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4357031683746678803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4357031683746678803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Biru? Kelabu?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah Sang Langit berada bersamamu?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah ia melindungimu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatapanmu kosong&lt;br /&gt;Menatap langit yang dahulu biru dimatamu&lt;br /&gt;Hatimu hampa&lt;br /&gt;Mengingat ucapan yang ambigu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangisanmu terus mengalir&lt;br /&gt;Bersamaan dengan turunnya Sang Hujan&lt;br /&gt;Tetes demi tetes&lt;br /&gt;Membasahi dirimu yang kering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebohongan demi kebohongan&lt;br /&gt;Mengikatmu dengan keras&lt;br /&gt;Membelenggu harapan dan senyuman&lt;br /&gt;Dirimu yang kosong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf,&lt;br /&gt;Aku sudah tidak membutuhkanmu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-2357645271400707069?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/2357645271400707069/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-889086372354568819</id><published>2010-02-20T04:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:46:55.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Hello Sky</title><content type='html'>Through all the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Which one shows itself the most?&lt;br /&gt;Which one is it that shines brightly?&lt;br /&gt;Which one is it that you seek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all the wings of a bird&lt;br /&gt;Which one is it that you want?&lt;br /&gt;Which is the one that resembles your dream?&lt;br /&gt;Which one is it that resembles hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;For an answer to be spoken&lt;br /&gt;For a miracle to come&lt;br /&gt;For a million hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is within a smile&lt;br /&gt;The opportunity lies beneath the time&lt;br /&gt;The seeker is with you always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me,&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-889086372354568819?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/889086372354568819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=889086372354568819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/889086372354568819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/889086372354568819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-sky.html' title='Hello Sky'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-323412502742228022</id><published>2010-02-20T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:47:07.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>Tidak</title><content type='html'>Kawan,&lt;br /&gt;Senyuman akan selalu ku-ukir&lt;br /&gt;Seiring kebahagiaan menyambut&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kasih dan sayang kalian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu,&lt;br /&gt;Kecupanmu yang hangat membuatku tenang&lt;br /&gt;Tanganmu yang lembut membelai wajahku&lt;br /&gt;Kau-lah yang membuatku hidup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunia,&lt;br /&gt;Kau mendidikku dengan baik&lt;br /&gt;Setiap detik kehidupanku&lt;br /&gt;Terukir indah di dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan,&lt;br /&gt;Anugerah dan Rahmat mu membuatku semangat&lt;br /&gt;Segala rizki yang kau berikan membuatku tersenyum&lt;br /&gt;Tiada yang melebihi keagungan-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidakkah kau lihat?&lt;br /&gt;Setiap detik kehidupan itu mempunyai makna&lt;br /&gt;Disetiap inchi dan milimeter tanah yang kau pijak terletak jutaan keajaiban&lt;br /&gt;Semua itu nyata walau hambar&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya adalah satu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segalanya memang tak terpecahkan&lt;br /&gt;Segalanya memang ada&lt;br /&gt;Segalanya hanya untuk kita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-323412502742228022?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/323412502742228022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=323412502742228022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/323412502742228022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/323412502742228022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/02/tidak.html' title='Tidak'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-2411754954849505019</id><published>2010-02-20T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:47:16.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>Sang Gelap</title><content type='html'>Saat kegelapan menyelimuti&lt;br /&gt;Hati dan sayap yang tak terlihat&lt;br /&gt;Begitu dalam dan kelam&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa adanya sebuah titik penyelesaian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat keraguan dan kegundahan&lt;br /&gt;Menghampiri dan mengikat harapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta tak lagi dibutuhkan&lt;br /&gt;Kasih sayang hanya sebatas kata-kata&lt;br /&gt;Mimpi adalah masa depan yang kosong&lt;br /&gt;Hidup sudah tidak ada gunanya lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk apa engkau ada?&lt;br /&gt;Jika hanya untuk menyakiti&lt;br /&gt;Jika hanya untuk memperburuk keadaan&lt;br /&gt;Jika hanya untuk memperkecil kemungkinan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jikalau waktu berhenti,&lt;br /&gt;Maka semua akan terungkap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebohongan yang ditakuti&lt;br /&gt;Senyuman licik yang dikantongi&lt;br /&gt;Ukiran-ukiran sayap yang hitam kelam&lt;br /&gt;Terpecah belah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-2411754954849505019?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/2411754954849505019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=2411754954849505019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/2411754954849505019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/2411754954849505019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2010/02/sang-gelap.html' title='Sang Gelap'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-2442957370004256313</id><published>2009-12-13T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:47:26.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>this is it</title><content type='html'>I can't hold it anymore&lt;br /&gt;all these feelings&lt;br /&gt;trying to be free&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the explosion in just mere seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;Why don't i just die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you die for me?&lt;br /&gt;That would be fun&lt;br /&gt;It would be exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Imagine&lt;br /&gt;All those blood that you spill&lt;br /&gt;will make a beautiful ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those feelings&lt;br /&gt;will be gone for eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;do you know who i am?&lt;br /&gt;An unidentified person?&lt;br /&gt;an unexplainable feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay focus&lt;br /&gt;I'm not real&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an imaginary thing&lt;br /&gt;Vanishing toward the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye&lt;br /&gt;I will take care of her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-2442957370004256313?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/2442957370004256313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=2442957370004256313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/2442957370004256313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/2442957370004256313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-it.html' title='this is it'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-5946706556362207880</id><published>2009-11-24T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:47:40.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Once</title><content type='html'>Once, I thought, a never land is not real&lt;br /&gt;Once, I thought, there are no such thing as friends forever&lt;br /&gt;Once, I seek, a kindhearted person&lt;br /&gt;Once, I knew, all of my dreams are useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice, I keep, moving forward&lt;br /&gt;Twice, I felt, so uneasy&lt;br /&gt;Twice, I knew, my life is horrible&lt;br /&gt;Twice, I thought, everything is just a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than that, I keep, falling apart in front of everyone&lt;br /&gt;More than that, I seek, happiness that will never be there&lt;br /&gt;More than that, I knew, I can feel very down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do as I told&lt;br /&gt;Now, make me calm&lt;br /&gt;Now, make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'll never be a normal person anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-5946706556362207880?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/5946706556362207880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=5946706556362207880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5946706556362207880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5946706556362207880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/11/once.html' title='Once'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-3594920613196717809</id><published>2009-11-24T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:48:17.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>To that clear blue sky</title><content type='html'>Lately, when I am staring at the sky, I often think about my life. I thought that what would I do if the world is changing while I'm still here, waiting to be free? I never found the answer up until now. Yet, I keep staring at the sky, hoping that my wings of dreams would take me there, soaring through the peaceful breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have some brilliant ideas, about how to define myself and be a better person. I thought that every time I stare at the sky, they are lending me their hand, making me want to fly. I want to see the sky right in front of my eyes, very wide and touchable. At times like that, I feel like I'm more closer to my dreams and felt very calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I can feel the darkness raging inside me. They are begging to come out, making me deeper into my heart distortion. Yet I believe, the magical stars are on the work. They keep me accompanied every time I'm lonely. The night sky is very beautiful and have this elegant aura all around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look at the sky, I keep my eyes closed, listening to the sound of music, made by the nature itself. When I try to reach the sky, I keep jumping up and down, stretching my body more and more higher than before. When I see the moon, I keep my eyes wide open, enjoying the starry night with the beautiful moonlight. Ah, it's so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-3594920613196717809?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/3594920613196717809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=3594920613196717809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3594920613196717809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3594920613196717809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-that-clear-blue-sky.html' title='To that clear blue sky'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-7192997101735818081</id><published>2009-11-08T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:48:00.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>Really, when you wish upon a star, what is it that you seek? Can you see what you wanted to have all this time? Is it really me that you wanted to have? All of these questions are inside my head. All of them wanted to get out of my head and I wanted to scream. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like an ordinary girl and not a human that you think I should be. Do you ever thought that you are seeing an illusion? Seeing someone who is manipulating you? Do you see me? Do you hear me? Why don't you touch me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I look up into the clear blue sky. But what I can see isn't a beautiful blue with beautiful sun rays, I can only see the black and the gray, shimmering through the yellow sun. I wanted to run and catch you. But, is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, do you love me? A sinner that will always hurt you. I'm not what you think I am, I'm just a passing sinner in this tiny world. Forget me. Leave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-7192997101735818081?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/7192997101735818081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=7192997101735818081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/7192997101735818081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/7192997101735818081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-3460590832724425272</id><published>2009-10-31T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:48:09.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>I wanted to cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be free&lt;br /&gt;I am tied by my words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many adventures&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck at this room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be with the sun&lt;br /&gt;I am tied by the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be in the beautiful light&lt;br /&gt;I am imprisoned by the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my heart to be graceful&lt;br /&gt;Violence are laced in it always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say something nice and relaxing&lt;br /&gt;No one would hear me saying it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to change&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to die&lt;br /&gt;But there is so much to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you all hate me?&lt;br /&gt;I can't say a thing about my past&lt;br /&gt;I can't say a thing about my feelings&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-3460590832724425272?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/3460590832724425272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=3460590832724425272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3460590832724425272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3460590832724425272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-7934758405352319120</id><published>2009-10-03T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:48:32.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>The eyes of cats</title><content type='html'>Those sharp&lt;br /&gt;The beauty&lt;br /&gt;Of an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurking through the dark&lt;br /&gt;Searching for its prey&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes&lt;br /&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Failures&lt;br /&gt;Shows itself&lt;br /&gt;Through an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the light shines&lt;br /&gt;In the depth of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a miracle&lt;br /&gt;To done the undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sharpest one&lt;br /&gt;Protects itself&lt;br /&gt;Trying to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went through the dark&lt;br /&gt;Making its way&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-7934758405352319120?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/7934758405352319120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=7934758405352319120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/7934758405352319120'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;yes, i know that this is certainly a common sayings. But do understand that it is a very important quote. How about a little story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom went on an adventure with my boyfriend, Dave. He is sweet and always protect me whenever i'm in danger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trace, let's go! We are going to investigate some cases in south africa now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops! Let's get going!&lt;br /&gt;You see, we are traveling around the world to collect samples of new illness on animals. Especially the wild ones. My parents died on a trip to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me sad and i almost promise myself not to go anywhere except in my hometown, Seattle. But then i went to medical school for animals and met Dave. He showed me all the wonders of the world, making my life much brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we graduate, we made ourselves into a relationship and work at a near hospital. We then decided to travel and help animals (also people that are injured because of them) around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if i am far from my hometown and went to many places. I never fear the word home sick. Because i know that Dave would be with me and protect me with all his strength. That's because, my home is when i am with him. Yes, home is where the heart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, Trace sure is lucky! Do you understand the quote now? I hope so... Enjoy your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-4255721323191138865?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/4255721323191138865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=4255721323191138865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4255721323191138865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4255721323191138865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/09/kata-kata_27.html' title='home is where the heart 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/&gt;satu frase &lt;br /&gt;tak terhingga maknanya&lt;br /&gt;menyayat hati&lt;br /&gt;mengukir senyum&lt;br /&gt;sejenak dalam kepastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu kalimat&lt;br /&gt;tampak cerita yang indah&lt;br /&gt;pemandangan yang terbayang&lt;br /&gt;tak bisa terlupakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu paragraf&lt;br /&gt;suasana terasa&lt;br /&gt;mendalami kata demi kata&lt;br /&gt;menjadi sosok yang ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu cerita&lt;br /&gt;usai sudah petualangan&lt;br /&gt;kembali menutup mata&lt;br /&gt;sang buku yang aman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang ku berdiri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;memandang langit penuh cerita&lt;br /&gt;dimana bahasa bukan penghalang&lt;br /&gt;melainkan penyatu bangsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-6280398166872726596?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-1210658809756875302</id><published>2009-09-27T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:51:00.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>betrayal</title><content type='html'>i thought&lt;br /&gt;friendship will make it brighter&lt;br /&gt;smiles will always be there&lt;br /&gt;carved by their faces&lt;br /&gt;staying there always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;emotions destroyed the peace&lt;br /&gt;anger made the smiles upside down&lt;br /&gt;while the atmosphere got darker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betraying one another&lt;br /&gt;making teardrops turn red&lt;br /&gt;slashing the trust that we built&lt;br /&gt;with honor and respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wall got taller&lt;br /&gt;separating one and another&lt;br /&gt;frightened the people who believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;we have to accept reality&lt;br /&gt;keeping hopes united with faith&lt;br /&gt;where we gain trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncontroled emotions will only bring darkness&lt;br /&gt;following the sins to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart will show some light&lt;br /&gt;even if it just a slight&lt;br /&gt;so trust each other&lt;br /&gt;and don't go on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep the treasure&lt;br /&gt;together in faith&lt;br /&gt;trust the heart&lt;br /&gt;follow the wings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-1210658809756875302?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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beat so fast&lt;br /&gt;Scared of my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Making me one centimeter closer&lt;br /&gt;To a strange fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I want to be touched&lt;br /&gt;Freed from the dark shadow&lt;br /&gt;Making me one centimeter closer&lt;br /&gt;To the warm light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;I'm one centimeter closer&lt;br /&gt;To you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-2019224947978616801?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/2019224947978616801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=2019224947978616801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>Every time I look at the sky, I felt so little like a mouse. The beautiful blue sky just lying there above my head, and I am standing under it every day of my life. I wonder when can I touch it? Feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Impossible, isn't it? I'm not smart and I don't really want to be a pilot or an astronaut, so how can i really feel the atmosphere up there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-5673634450095902813?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/5673634450095902813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=5673634450095902813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5673634450095902813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5673634450095902813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-4594732566995243926</id><published>2009-07-06T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:52:00.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>tralalala (8)</title><content type='html'>Do you like saying good bye and move towards your future?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i never like it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever think of the consequences? Like not able to see your friends anymore, like never going to go back again? or even never coming back and remember the sweet memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to protect the one that you care so much...&lt;br /&gt;To be able to see them smile and spend their time with you....&lt;br /&gt;To be with your loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends...&lt;br /&gt;Your family...&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend/girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every people is precious to someone...&lt;br /&gt;doing whatever you pleased and abandoned their feeling is so stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you once more,&lt;br /&gt;do you care for them the way they care for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is one big world and adventure for all of us...&lt;br /&gt;and we only have one of it...&lt;br /&gt;so treasure it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-4594732566995243926?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/4594732566995243926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=4594732566995243926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4594732566995243926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4594732566995243926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/07/tralalala-8.html' title='tralalala (8)'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-5977200589553521335</id><published>2009-06-20T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:51:49.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Stars and Humans</title><content type='html'>The stars are always so beautiful... Standing beside the moon with its beautiful shining ray... But do you know that the stars age are very short in the galactical scale? Actually, I don't know myself... But if you see closely, sometimes the brightest star disappear frm the sky... And when just I wanted to see it.&lt;br /&gt;Humans age are also short. No one is immortal and eternal. Only their souls are. At least, that is what I believe in. Well, as a human being, we will fall and also shine. When we shine and feel happy, we are like the stars. When the stars are shining brightly... The moon is like our companion. And also the sun. And when the star dimmed and died. The shining and glorious days are over. But some people will still remember it. As for humans? We die and burried deep in the ground. But our names and our deeds will still be remember by the person that we help, the person that really love us, the closest person in our life. That's why, when I see the stars in the nightsky... I can feel very calm and afraid in the same time. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-5977200589553521335?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/5977200589553521335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=5977200589553521335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5977200589553521335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5977200589553521335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/06/stars-and-humans.html' title='Stars and Humans'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-2254789028411260696</id><published>2009-06-13T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:52:00.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerita fiksi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><title type='text'>Bunga Indah dihamparan ladang kematian</title><content type='html'>Satu-satu aku sayang ibu...&lt;br /&gt;Dua-dua aku sayang ayah...&lt;br /&gt;Tiga-tiga sayang adek kakak...&lt;br /&gt;satu dua tiga sayang semuanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu kecil itulah yang pertama kali kudengar saat melewati panti asuhan kecil di desaku. Desa kami bisa dibilang sedikit lebih besar daripada desa sebelah. Ditambah, pertanian dan perternakan kami juga sangat sejahtera. Tapi, kami selalu mendapati anak-anak jalanan dan yatim piatu dari desa lain maupun dari jalan besar disamping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kakak.... Panti Asuhan Aero mana ya? Kata mama, aku disuruh kesana... Soalnya di rumah enggak ada orang lagi..." kata seorang anak laki-laki di saat aku menyusuri sawah menuju rumah. Ia hanya membawa secarik kertas yang bahkan sudah kusam dan lecek. Pakaiannya robek dan membuat lubang-lubang yang besar. Alas kakinya pun hanya sebatas sandal yang bahkan sudah kekecilan. Rambutnya hitam dan pendek, sangat berantakan dan tak terawat. Kulitnya yang sawo matang terlihat kotor dan banyak luka. Tetapi, matanya menunjukkan sinar yang luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kakak anterin ya?" Aku menjulurkan tangan dan menggandengnya. Tangannya yang kecil hangat sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nama kakak siapa? Aku Robert..." katanya memulai pembicaraan di perjalanan kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nama kakak Sinta... Kamu umurnya berapa? Kok kamu bisa sampai ke desa ini?" tanyaku sambil akhirnya menggendong tubuhnya yang kecil di punggungku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku umurnya lima tahun, kak. Aku disuruh mama kesini lewat surat kecil yang kupegang... Kata mama, aku harus cari panti asuhan... Karena aku udah enggak boleh tinggal di rumah lagi..." katanya sambil membuka surat yang ia pegang. Kasihan sekali, pikirku. Anak yang baru berumur lima tahun ini sudah kehilangan ibunya dan juga rumahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, tuh kamu lihat? Rumah kecil itu adalah rumah bagi 20 anak yang tidak punya orang tua... Mereka diasuh dan diajari berbagai macam hal disana layaknya anak-anak Ibu panti sendiri..." kataku sambil menurunkan Robert. Aku mengetuk pintu panti asuhan itu perlahan-lahan dan dengan sopan. Ibu Aisyah yang merupakan ibu panti membukanya dengan senyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sinta? Siapa anak kecil yang disampingmu itu? Anak yang kamu temukan lagi?" tanyanya sambil mengusap kepala Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iya bu... Dia mencari panti asuhan ini melalui surat yang diberikan oleh ibunya..." kataku dengan senyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ibu... ini surat dari mamaku... katanya harus diberikan kepada ibu panti asuhan aero ini..." katanya dengan polos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh iya, terima kasih Sinta... Aku akan mengabarimu jika ada sesuatu lagi... Saya punya perasaan kalau kamu akan dibutuhkan kembali..." kata Ibu Aisyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iya bu... Robert, aku permisi dulu ya? Kak Sinta mau pulang... Besok kakak akan kembali kesini..." kataku sambil meninggalkan Robert dan Ibu Aisyah. Ternyata, memang ada suatu rahasia di balik panti asuhan yang ramah itu. Iya, rahasia yang tidak pernah diketahui olehku. Rahasia itu dikunci baik-baik oleh mereka. Dan rahasia itu dibongkar oleh kedatangan Robert yang kutemukan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~bersambung~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-2254789028411260696?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/2254789028411260696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=2254789028411260696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/2254789028411260696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/2254789028411260696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/06/bunga-indah-dihamparan-ladang-kematian.html' title='Bunga Indah dihamparan ladang kematian'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-301885913233322966</id><published>2009-05-26T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:52:16.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>It's all about you</title><content type='html'>In those past&lt;br /&gt;I was not so sure about love&lt;br /&gt;I was blunt&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid&lt;br /&gt;I was so innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you came to me&lt;br /&gt;You taught me about light&lt;br /&gt;You are the same too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are blunt&lt;br /&gt;You are so innocent&lt;br /&gt;You are full of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dark&lt;br /&gt;I am full of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I am just a trash&lt;br /&gt;That never deserved to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you only smile&lt;br /&gt;You only laugh&lt;br /&gt;You are so patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so egoist&lt;br /&gt;I am so selfish&lt;br /&gt;All I want that day&lt;br /&gt;Is only you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Then I realiza&lt;br /&gt;I fall into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now see&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your handsome face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect just the way you are now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-301885913233322966?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/301885913233322966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=301885913233322966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/301885913233322966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/301885913233322966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/05/it.html' title='It&apos;s all about you'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-3990487196914967636</id><published>2009-05-20T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:36:06.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAMES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Random!!! Weehee!!!</title><content type='html'>Since I can't write for a while (don't have any inspiration), so I'm going to show you some funny videos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOo20MAjMVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOo20MAjMVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOo20MAjMVI&lt;br /&gt;So cute, hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGBccqT4eCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGBccqT4eCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGBccqT4eCo&lt;br /&gt;Roxas and Riku are just too innocent there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y15ATnPW4m4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y15ATnPW4m4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y15ATnPW4m4&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, it's just funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSrxmpGtWdM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSrxmpGtWdM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSrxmpGtWdM&lt;br /&gt;It's somehow cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all... I'm working on a new story... In the meantime, enjoy these random videos! SMILE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-3990487196914967636?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/3990487196914967636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=3990487196914967636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3990487196914967636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3990487196914967636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-weehee.html' title='Random!!! Weehee!!!'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-6334348657801881623</id><published>2009-04-21T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:02:29.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAMES'/><title type='text'>Fatal Frame IV</title><content type='html'>So, I was just looking through a website and then I found the trailer of Fatal Frame IV, that will come out in wii (damn)... Anyway, these are some of the trailer that I found in YOUTUBE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQo5yxRhl9M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQo5yxRhl9M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFC9dsDjIAs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFC9dsDjIAs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-6334348657801881623?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/6334348657801881623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=6334348657801881623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/6334348657801881623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/6334348657801881623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/04/fatal-frame-iv.html' title='Fatal Frame IV'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-8762350303746365203</id><published>2009-04-19T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:19:33.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><title type='text'>Death Diary</title><content type='html'>21:57 Tuesday, 3rd June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep like a log... &lt;br /&gt;I somehow did not even care if i am still going to be alive tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Now, I only wished he would be here, cheering me to write more than this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:17 Wednesday, 4th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone to school and went home. I picked little Ehna and went to my room. I never liked school and only went there because there is a memory about him, who was dead a year ago. Now, I am waiting for the Grim Reaper to come and take my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13:53 Wednesday, 4th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My somewhat called friend came and asked me for lunch. I accepted her offer and put Ehna on her own, up on my bed. I placed a fake smile and ate lunch with her, thinking about him. We always had a picnic under the tree on my backyard. He always  smile and brushed my long and dark brown hair softly while I looked at the beautiful sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my friend shoook my shoulder and woke me up from my sorrowful day dream. It made me into a much horrible and desperate emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02:03 Thursday, 5th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up suddenly and looked at the clock closely while rubbing my tiring eyes. It is still dark outside, with the moon shining over my dark and horrible room. I never knew that the night would be so cold. I look at the calendar in a glimpse. He was killed today by me and his funeral will be tomorrow. It will be one year of his death tomorrow. My tears came down from my eyes, one by another through my cheek. I wiped my tears and sleep once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:11 Thursday, 5th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking through his house and saw him mother, who was cleaning his room. She saw me as she closed the window with a very quick speed. I know that she always hate me, as she knew that i am the one who killed her first, valueable, and beloved son. I ran as quick as I can towards my home and hide myself in my bedroom, letting my mom screamed at me. And there I was in my room, mourning in front of his picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07:00 Friday, 6th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and get ready to his grave. i dressed all in black and went to a flower shop. His family already stood there, mourning and calling his name. I step aside and hide until they are gone. I fell asleep behind a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cadra, please wake up... come to my grave and give me a smile..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08:00 Friday, 6th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His family were gone, so I got closer to his grave and placed the flower I bought earlier. I pray for his safety in the underworld and cried. I felt guilty for killing him in the past. He asked me to kill him, because he had a strange and dangerous illness that will make everyone around him dead as he touched them, including me. I agreed with a little drop of tear and killed him as quick as lightning, with him smiling to me and said, "Thank you, Cadra..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother saw me and had me into the jail. I've paid my dues and was freed, but my feeling for him won't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~I LOVE HIM~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After crying for a while, I felt him standing right next to me. Then I feel like I was floating around in the sky. When I met the Grim Reaper, I only smiled at him, as he laughed out loud and ripped me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now dead. My soul and my body had been separated. But I am not sad, because he was right next to me. He smiled as i hug him tightly. He welcomed me to the heaven of what you called purity and Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~THANK YOU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crada Leona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Grevenia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*ORIGINAL FICTION*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~FIN~&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/8994483146135244643-8762350303746365203?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8762350303746365203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=8762350303746365203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8762350303746365203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8762350303746365203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/04/death-diary.html' title='Death Diary'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-280205190355994009</id><published>2009-04-18T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:52:24.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>The Black Birdcage</title><content type='html'>I want to break my little birdcage...&lt;br /&gt;That had kept me away from the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Long enough to make me sick and one with the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;I found you&lt;br /&gt;Who led me to light&lt;br /&gt;Who led me to a warm and cozy place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You open the cage&lt;br /&gt;Set me free&lt;br /&gt;Made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Made me smile&lt;br /&gt;Made me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt like this&lt;br /&gt;In ages&lt;br /&gt;In centuries&lt;br /&gt;In my eternal sorrowful life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found many men&lt;br /&gt;Who only stared at me&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;And cheered me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only you&lt;br /&gt;Who bring me into the light&lt;br /&gt;Who bring me into a bright and colorful life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know,&lt;br /&gt;That this is what you call a crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew&lt;br /&gt;That it will be a very fun feeling&lt;br /&gt;That it will be a very undependable decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have made my choice&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you into the light&lt;br /&gt;Out from my dark past&lt;br /&gt;Into my bright future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;I am not one of the incapable beings anymore&lt;br /&gt;I am now a girl who dare to dream as high as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that,&lt;br /&gt;Is because you light up my candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;You bring me a soul full of light&lt;br /&gt;Made my future more colorful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with you&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-280205190355994009?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/280205190355994009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=280205190355994009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/280205190355994009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/280205190355994009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-birdcage.html' title='The Black Birdcage'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-8448280572006622172</id><published>2009-04-03T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:43:46.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><title type='text'>The man who travelled for her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SdYLtV80arI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KcjkiibAGOU/s1600-h/MR3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SdYLtV80arI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KcjkiibAGOU/s320/MR3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320452883399076530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(picture taken from: http://www.google.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there mister, do you know what this little blade can do to your life?" a bear asked a man, who was walking through the dark and misty forest of Chandele. The bear was small enough, like a little teddy bear, except for the reason why he brought along a knife behind him.&lt;br /&gt;"It can make me dead.... I have one too...." said the man with a smile. SLASH! the man slash the little bear and took out it's heart. He carried the knife and went on with his journey. He had a short brown hair with eyes as dark as the sky that night, synchronizing with his pale white beautiful skin. He walked through the trees, across the  black colored river, when he met a little girl with a touch of blood around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SdYNN4qjnII/AAAAAAAAAEI/ajfobM5HraE/s1600-h/mandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SdYNN4qjnII/AAAAAAAAAEI/ajfobM5HraE/s320/mandy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320454541985160322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(picture taken from: http://www.facebook.com : Vampire Wars)&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there mister, would you like to spin this wheel of fate and powers?" asked the little girl. The man only nodded with a smile and asked her what kind of consequences will it do to him. The little girl who introduced herself as MANDY laughed.&lt;br /&gt;"It will either bring you a curse or a fortune spell.... But indeed, you have to pay with your delicious blood...." she said sweetly. The man nodded to her and slashed his arm with the knife he got from the little bear. The blood was gathered in a box by the little girl as the wheel spun around on its own.&lt;br /&gt;"Powers... You have got yourself an immortal power from the elders... Congratulations... you may continue your journey..." she said while she made the man drank a box full of blood. "Don't even bother killing me, it's useless, 'cause I am a vampire..." she said. The man only grinned and continue his journey, passing through her and went into a mist. There, he met a little onion referee with a yellow card.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SdYO9U7OwoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/J1UAPcqBhnw/s1600-h/A_048.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SdYO9U7OwoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/J1UAPcqBhnw/s320/A_048.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320456456536769154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture taken from a site....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STOOOOP!!!" he said as he blew his little whistle and drew a yellow card out from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;"What is it this time?" the man said to the little referee. The little referee only laughed and asked him with a mischievous look.&lt;br /&gt;"Do 20 rounds of push-ups if you want to pass the mist of sweat!" he said. The man only nodded as he grabbed his knife and put it on top of his head while he did his 20 rounds of push-ups.&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20!&lt;br /&gt;While the referee looked down and unguarded, the man slashed him in two and made him like an onion slice. The man grinned and laughed a little while he continued his journey. Then he met an ending as he suspected. He was now on the shore, where his beloved Liona died years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SdYQtiNYP_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/_HX_-ka2860/s1600-h/Annabel_Lee_by_RavenxCorpse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SdYQtiNYP_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/_HX_-ka2860/s320/Annabel_Lee_by_RavenxCorpse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320458384247898098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(picture taken from: http://www.deviantart.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric, you have finally come to see me&lt;/span&gt;" the ghost of Liona appeared right in front of the man.&lt;br /&gt;"Liona, I know that you have been waiting for so long... I am now here to marry you..." Eric said kindly as he bowed down and uncover a ring.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please, don't die with me... You have to be alive.... As long as you are happy and alive, I will be happy and always wait for you in heaven...&lt;/span&gt;" she said kindly as she disappeared slowly.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, I will do as you are told.... I will be going now..." Eric said as he leave the shore and went back to his dark and bloody life. Now the past had gone, the future will come, and I will be the same as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~FIN~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8448280572006622172?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8448280572006622172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=8448280572006622172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8448280572006622172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8448280572006622172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/04/man-who-travelled-for-her.html' title='The man who travelled for her'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SdYLtV80arI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KcjkiibAGOU/s72-c/MR3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-5677578588025699488</id><published>2009-04-03T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:52:51.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>I won't die that easily</title><content type='html'>When you die,&lt;br /&gt;I will stand right beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are alive,&lt;br /&gt;I will be there&lt;br /&gt;murdering you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are in love,&lt;br /&gt;I will be there&lt;br /&gt;killing your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you challenge me to death,&lt;br /&gt;I will win&lt;br /&gt;with your head cut off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is full of demons&lt;br /&gt;This world is full of dreams&lt;br /&gt;This world is full of hopes&lt;br /&gt;This world is not so fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see...&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;standing right besides you&lt;br /&gt;when you have nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see...&lt;br /&gt;I will be right beside you&lt;br /&gt;Until your death came to find&lt;br /&gt;and take you away from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a little evil...&lt;br /&gt;But I did it only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...BECAUSE I LOVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ASSASSINXIII~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-5677578588025699488?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/5677578588025699488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=5677578588025699488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5677578588025699488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5677578588025699488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wont-die-that-easily.html' title='I won&apos;t die that easily'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-182676749486164730</id><published>2009-03-02T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:52:44.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Still Broken</title><content type='html'>When your heart is confused,&lt;br /&gt;Where will you go?&lt;br /&gt;Where will you hide your tears?&lt;br /&gt;That is falling down slowly&lt;br /&gt;From your eyes to your cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it natural?&lt;br /&gt;That you felt broken in the inside&lt;br /&gt;But you keep smiling on the outside&lt;br /&gt;Because your loved ones are not with you anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to fly,&lt;br /&gt;can you flap your wings?&lt;br /&gt;When the other one is broken&lt;br /&gt;Because your heart is also broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fly&lt;br /&gt;When I know that you are impossible&lt;br /&gt;to reach or to get&lt;br /&gt;to love or to like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because being by my side&lt;br /&gt;is already enough&lt;br /&gt;seeing you smile&lt;br /&gt;is already enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know&lt;br /&gt;That I like you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;I will still say&lt;br /&gt;Thank you....&lt;div 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Broken'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-8543730358969611986</id><published>2009-01-31T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:29:43.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><title type='text'>A Heart in The Alley</title><content type='html'>In a sorrowful Sunday morning, a little girl with a black hooded sweatshirt walked through the road. The raindrops started to fell down through her cheek; first it’s just one then followed by another. She sees through the sky that was filled by dark clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The same Sunday as always, is it not, Kia?” A man approached the girl slowly. The girl only nodded her head and stayed in silence. The man then sat next to the girl, careful not to make much noise. He looked up to the sky as the little girl kept her mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When a boy meets a beautiful girl like you, he should be a lucky guy…” the man said to the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xezaminald had already rescued by Azaran and Tim. This is a story, when a 17 year-old named Kia and a man who worked there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began after Kia knew that her beloved Zeran is going to marry Izara, a perfect girl with long blond hair and deep blue ocean eyes. Since then, she never talked anymore and always went to the alley every Sunday. And at that time, a man always showed up and tried to make her talk again. But she never responded and stayed in silence. The man loved her since he met Kia, but Kia never responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kia, please talk!” He said encouragingly. “There are a lot of boys in this world, not just him Kia!” He said to the girl shaking her shoulder patiently waiting for her to reply. But still, Kia is devoured by her silence. Her eyes are both spaced out and there is nothing you could feel. She just stared through the sky on that rainy Sunday. That man always tried to woke her from the long slumber every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll come back next Sunday!” he tapped her shoulder. “And by that time, I’ll make sure you would talk to me and smile!” He said to Kia. He blends into the darkness once more and disappear. “&lt;em&gt;I want to talk to you, you are the only man that made my heart blooms every time you touch me. I am starting to like you since then and still now….&lt;/em&gt;” Kia thought about it always but she kept it inside her heart and never let anyone heard it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that every Sunday, the rain always fall at the alley. As usual, Kia already stands there, soaking wet to the bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;That man won’t come&lt;/em&gt;,” said Kia in her heart. But this time, Kia is starting to talk. She let her heart do the talk and her eyes are starting to shine. “Rain rain goes away… Come again another day,” with her beautiful voice she sang, her voice ringing through the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s a beautiful voice you got.” The man came and stands next to her. Kia jerked, she was very startled and then she ran away from that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait, Kia!” He ran after her. They ran through the rain. The alley is pretty big; they ran up and down the alley until they reach the highest building. Finally the man caught Kia and settled her down. Kia is still struggling through his hold, but it’s still useless. So she gave up and fell down to the man’s leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to his knees and said, “Are you okay?” He asked Kia as if nothing happened to them. He looked at Kia lovingly; aiming straight to her eyes, making Kia blushed and turned her head around. Her heart told her to say something, but she was too nervous, her throat is dry that she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay Kia, you don’t have to force yourself,” He smiled to Kia while the rain is still falling heavily to the ground. Kia wanted to say something so badly that she stood up and bumped his head. She didn’t notice that a rock was there and she tripped, making her position even worse. She almost fell down the building, when that man saved her life. He was very relieved that Kia didn’t fell down and hugged her tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you…” Finally Kia talked to the man. “Thank you, Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!” she said it for thousand times until that man closed her mouth and carried her to a dry place near there. It was a little room with a fireplace and some towels, a bed, and a small table with a chair. He lighten up the fireplace and starting to dry up Kia’s hair with a towel. He offered Kia nice chocolate milk and sat down on the chair while he told her that she could sit down on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you. By the way, can I ask your name?” Kia asked him softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am Yano Yezarive. I believe that you are miss Kia Krenozile, age 17 and the daughter of Kristal Krenozile?” He said nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, but how do you know me?” Kia’s confused, but she tried to keep her voice polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You really don’t remember anything?” He threw another stick to the fireplace while Kia only nodded her head. “It was one year ago, when everyone still haven’t got the announcement of Zeran and Izara’s wedding. You were standing at the alley alone, singing a beautiful song while seeing through the beautiful sky. Since that Sunday morning, I fell in love with you. When I see you at the alley again the next day, I was sad and disappointed. You didn’t sing any song and only looked at the gloomy raindrops. That’s why, I always come to you. Because I wanted to cheer you and see you smile. That is when I started to know you and searched for your name and families…” Yano said with an expression that made Kia laughed so hard that she fell down and made them both lying on the floor. Kia smiled and laughed at Yano, making Yano blushed and laughed together with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you so much Yano, I really do. You are the one who teach me and motivated me about what life and love is like, Thank you so much!” Kia hugged Yano tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Kia, I wanted to ask you something….” Yano said rubbing Kia’s head softly while he was looking to the rooftop of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, what is it Yano?” She replied innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can I kiss you?” Yano asked her softly with his face started to blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course, and you will….” They kiss each other desperately for a long time. And Kia can only come to one conclusion, “&lt;em&gt;Ahh… So this is what love is…&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETA reader: Almira Isnanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8543730358969611986?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8543730358969611986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=8543730358969611986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8543730358969611986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8543730358969611986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/01/heart-in-alley.html' title='A Heart in The Alley'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-9037288162229947206</id><published>2009-01-30T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:09:38.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Song list Mira 2- ehehe</title><content type='html'>Part 2 my friends!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8fNDfdjXd8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8fNDfdjXd8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau linknya: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8fNDfdjXd8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8fNDfdjXd8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s4JsZYnxhFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s4JsZYnxhFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau linknya: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4JsZYnxhFI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4JsZYnxhFI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry, the embedding is disabled) : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tj4fajm2DQU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tj4fajm2DQU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oZYqAeIdYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oZYqAeIdYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau linknya: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4oZYqAeIdYk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4oZYqAeIdYk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxAxdeO6YQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxAxdeO6YQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau linknya: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxAxdeO6YQU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxAxdeO6YQU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z5h4eoczBe4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z5h4eoczBe4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5h4eoczBe4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5h4eoczBe4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(embedding disabled): &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWLITwTkp3g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWLITwTkp3g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(embedding disabled): &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j_eCu-z2O1Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j_eCu-z2O1Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ppuW9iIVpI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ppuW9iIVpI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ppuW9iIVpI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ppuW9iIVpI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and plese tell me which one do you like ok? I really need the data and soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-9037288162229947206?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/9037288162229947206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=9037288162229947206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/9037288162229947206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/9037288162229947206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-list-mira-2-ehehe.html' title='Song list Mira 2- ehehe'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-4139182761399394102</id><published>2009-01-29T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:33:06.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Song list Mira - ehehe</title><content type='html'>I know this is crazy, but I need to search for a song... Here are some of the request that my friend made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0r4aiItFCo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0r4aiItFCo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnXTH88AHqM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnXTH88AHqM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau linknya: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnXTH88AHqM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnXTH88AHqM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ohmrY7V0DDY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ohmrY7V0DDY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau linknya: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohmrY7V0DDY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohmrY7V0DDY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5GQrJndpbzc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5GQrJndpbzc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau linknya: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GQrJndpbzc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GQrJndpbzc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tolong kasih tau yang bagus yang mana ya?&lt;br /&gt;Thx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-4139182761399394102?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/4139182761399394102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=4139182761399394102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4139182761399394102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4139182761399394102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-list-mira-ehehe.html' title='Song list Mira - ehehe'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-547469623878427764</id><published>2009-01-22T04:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T04:30:43.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amerald info</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SXhmLCe5Y6I/AAAAAAAAADw/jV62wrSR6q8/s1600-h/vampire_knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294093701805073314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SXhmLCe5Y6I/AAAAAAAAADw/jV62wrSR6q8/s320/vampire_knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SXhmLImBTdI/AAAAAAAAADo/CY6gesKVmis/s1600-h/zp4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294093703445564882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SXhmLImBTdI/AAAAAAAAADo/CY6gesKVmis/s320/zp4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maaf banget you all.... Amerald gw lg di-edit dan gw lg bikin beberapa side story after and before untuk Amerald yang ada Tim dan Azra. Ntar dh gw langsung masukin klo udah slese ujian juga!! Karena saya stres berat, tapi gw tetep minta pada ngedukung gw buat nyelesein Ameraldnya ya, AMIN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8994483146135244643-547469623878427764?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/547469623878427764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=547469623878427764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/547469623878427764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/547469623878427764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/01/amerald-info.html' title='Amerald info'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SXhmLCe5Y6I/AAAAAAAAADw/jV62wrSR6q8/s72-c/vampire_knight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-8295609528080660238</id><published>2009-01-11T02:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:00:29.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Zombie Loan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWnO5THljFI/AAAAAAAAADg/-UpZrm8S44Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289986721103318098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWnO5THljFI/AAAAAAAAADg/-UpZrm8S44Y/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just for little information, I will tell you another creation by Peach-Pit except for Rozen Maiden and Shugo Chara. It is call by the name of Zombie Loan!!!Yippie!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289986718778278258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWnO5KdQQXI/AAAAAAAAADA/w_AzLMOsXPA/s320/17912053638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michiru Kita is a special girl who possesses Shinigami Eyes, a power which allows her to see a person's nearness to their destined death by seeing a ring, invisible to normal people, around the person's neck. When a person is marked to die, a gray ring appears, which darkens over time. Once the ring turns completely black, the person dies (whether by natural causes or an accident). Chika Akatsuki and Shito Tachibana, two boys in her class, both have black rings around their necks, but to her surprise, they are not yet dead. It is revealed that after a tragic accident that was supposed to kill them both, the two boys made a deal with a secret loan office called the Zombie-Loan. In return for keeping them alive, the two have to hunt zombies for the loan office. When Michiru gets involved with them, she finds that her life has just become more complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Characters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michiru Kita (紀多 みちる)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michiru possesses Shinigami Eyes, which allows her to see a ring on a person's neck, indicating their impending death. However, she has hated her gift ever since she saw dark rings around her parents' necks, who died in an accident after the rings turned jet black. She now wears glasses that can subdue her gift, allowing her to live her life normally. Although, since the death of her parents, she has felt a numb complacency with life, living it out, but having no will to achieve anything or even care if she dies or not, an attitude which disgusts Shito.&lt;br /&gt;Michiru first meets Chika and Shito in the hallways of her school, accidentally tripping over Chika's hand. After she ends up finding out their secret, they initially think of killing her, but when they find out that she has Shinigami Eyes, they instead inform her that she will be using her powers to help them fight zombies, despite her protests. After various failures and meeting other members of the Z-Loan office, Michiru comes to accept her new job, Largely because of the debt Shito and Chika took on to keep her from dying.&lt;br /&gt;She often takes the brunt of Chika's abuse and is initially called '500-yen' by him, due to the fact that he believes she owes him ¥500. He later begins to call her a "gopher" since she often does what other people ask of her without question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289986718454262978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWnO5JQALMI/AAAAAAAAADI/p_HvljDvpiw/s320/Sesshy15yearsold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chika Akatsuki (赤月 知佳)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chika is referred to as "Boy B" or simply "B" ("B-san"), titles which greatly irritates him, after surviving an accident with Shito, known as "Boy-A", six months prior to the start of the series. His attitude is rather lively, but he is also short-tempered; he is often seen beating Michiru for her various failures. He begins to have feelings for Michiru.&lt;br /&gt;Chika and Shito switch right hands, due to the fact that when they were revived, their right hands were attached to the other one. With Shito's right hand, which is actually Chika's original right hand, Chika has the ability to generate a katana possessing Shinigami abilities. With the katana, Chika is able to perform spiritual memorials for zombies they defeat. Though often seen with a short temper, Chika has a genuine care for those he defeats and often performs their memorial with great sympathy. Though they have free will and emotions, both Chika and Shito are still considered zombies, so their ultimate goal is to regain their lives once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289986720341641394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWnO5QR_SLI/AAAAAAAAADY/8DBN0QWO_K8/s320/50zb2.gif" border="0" /&gt;Shito Tachibana (橘 思徒,)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shito is referred to as "Boy A" or simply "A" ("A-san") by most students in his school. Due to his looks and attitude, he is seen as an idol by the female students, though he seems to not care. He is generally a much more approachable person than Chika, but certain situations and people cause him to act cold and indifferent; when Michiru first told him that she had no real will to live, he told her how disgusted that made him feel, going on to say that he believes she does not deserve the right to live, but begins to warm up to her.&lt;br /&gt;Shito is linked with Chika by a spiritual chain. When he attaches Chika's right hand, or rather his own original right hand, he can generate a 9½ inch Ruger Super Redhawk revolver, which has the power to harm zombies with its spiritual bullets using his own ectoplasm. Unlike Chika, Shito's life was not lost in the accident, and he has a different type of contract than Chika. Chika and Shito are always together due to the fact that their hands will rot if they are not within a certain distance of each other. Although Shito claims to not be able to stand Chika, he sometimes treats him as a friend or comrade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289986716982499890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWnO5DxG2jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/r4EybR6LwQo/s320/article_1817963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.com/"&gt;http://www.wikipedia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8295609528080660238?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8295609528080660238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=8295609528080660238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8295609528080660238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8295609528080660238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/01/zombie-loan.html' title='Zombie Loan'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWnO5THljFI/AAAAAAAAADg/-UpZrm8S44Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-5225982479555003944</id><published>2009-01-06T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T04:08:52.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tugas'/><title type='text'>(Tugas) Membuat Web Page Power Point!!!</title><content type='html'>Mau tau gimana supaya Power Pointnya bisa dijadiin Web Page? Coba ikutin aja langkah-langkah dibawah... (udah ditambah screenshots lagi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maaf, tapi berhubung saya sedang memakai vista jadi screenshotsnya juga Microsoft Power Point yang 2007, tapi intinya nyaris sama kok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Buat dulu Power Pointnya mau gimana... Animation dkk. juga boleh ditambahin kok... Seperti yang anda inginkan...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288143250597980034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWNCRMVFp4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/V5j2AR2A5Hk/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;atau bisa buka &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;File&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; trus klik &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Open&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;dan pilih dokumennya....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288144338207083074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWNDQf_TikI/AAAAAAAAACA/hZjjm_kx8EU/s320/Untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Trus, klik &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;File&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dan klik lagi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Save As Webpage....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tapi sayangnya kalau untuk vista yang Microsoft Power Point harus klik yang tanda Windows, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Save As..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dan pilih &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Save As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; another Format&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; seperti yang ada di bawah ini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288156286805452930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWNOH__JqII/AAAAAAAAACI/F133ZqupkQw/s320/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baru bisa save as web page seperti yang terlihat di bawah ini...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288157478123776786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWNPNV_kqxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IyUR_y9UQ0M/s320/Untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dan nanti setelah sudah jadi, kita bisa membukanya lewat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288158835854306882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWNQcX7wbkI/AAAAAAAAACY/Zm_DZGaB1jA/s320/Untitled4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Nanti kalau kita buka, inilah tampilan yang akan kita dapat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288160375233178690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWNR1-kR7EI/AAAAAAAAACg/bN716CcjOuU/s320/Untitled5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dan selesai sudah, mudah bukan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eh, sebenarnya ada satu cara lagi, mau tau?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Klik kanan pada file yang udah di &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sebagai Power Point&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Terus pilih &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open With&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Internet Explorer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Udah slesai kan? Asal sabar pasti jadi juga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trus karna disuruh posting ke blog ya saya pos-kan saja.... Ini kira-kira contoh dari hasil karya tersebut, untuk yang tidak suka Final Fantasy VII bagian Crisis Core, saya sarankan untuk tidak melihat saja, karena memang pada dasarnya tidak penting.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://gita013.fileave.com/Cerita%20Final%20Fantasy%20VII.htm"&gt;http://gita013.fileave.com/Cerita Final Fantasy VII.htm &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah yang satu ini sebenarnya tugas di sekolah, tapi karena pas mau dimasukkin ke blog blom ada file-nya. Jadi ya ini buatan ulang gitu deh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://gita013.fileave.com/Pengurus%20Kelas%209B.htm"&gt;http://gita013.fileave.com/Pengurus Kelas 9B.htm &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kalau tidak ingin membaca dan meng-klik link-nya ya gampang aja deh... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tidak usah dibaca dan di-klik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;sudah cukup....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Thank you for reading and visiting my site -_-&lt;arigato&gt; Arigato -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-5225982479555003944?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/5225982479555003944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=5225982479555003944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5225982479555003944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5225982479555003944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/01/tugas-membuat-web-page-power-point.html' title='(Tugas) Membuat Web Page Power Point!!!'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWNCRMVFp4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/V5j2AR2A5Hk/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-8325152858996595804</id><published>2009-01-04T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:52:58.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>what if?</title><content type='html'>What if?&lt;br /&gt;Our world is turned around&lt;br /&gt;And your feeling is going to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if?&lt;br /&gt;Our life is getting shorter&lt;br /&gt;Each day each month each year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if?&lt;br /&gt;I led myself to where you are&lt;br /&gt;And you are not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if?&lt;br /&gt;I got myself caught&lt;br /&gt;In an unending world of betrayal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be the same?&lt;br /&gt;Would you change?&lt;br /&gt;Would we still know each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will be the same tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Cause the future is a total mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they said:&lt;br /&gt;"The past is a history, the future is the mystery, and the present is a gift"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to live at the present&lt;br /&gt;But the past is still haunting me&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;If I also live for tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8325152858996595804?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8325152858996595804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=8325152858996595804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8325152858996595804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8325152858996595804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-if.html' title='what if?'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-6650810010877927596</id><published>2009-01-03T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:56:13.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><title type='text'>Biodata from Amerald (gambar dari adek gw) 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWBkX67AffI/AAAAAAAAABw/wwLvsE11hi0/s1600-h/happy+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287336324649483762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWBkX67AffI/AAAAAAAAABw/wwLvsE11hi0/s400/happy+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name: Zeran Zisgov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: Including Xezaminald time stopped: 24 years old, excluding Xezaminald time stopped: 21 yeras old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday: 21st March&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 175 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 55 kg (&lt;em&gt;maybe?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hobby: Reading and practice on shooting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job: The head of A-I families in Xezaminald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Power: Eliminate any creatures with his sword and gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes: as Red as blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair: Black and a little messy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Motto: "&lt;em&gt;Protect Izara, my family, and make Xezaminald's worker happy....&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name: Zena Zisgov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: Including Xezaminald time stopped: 10 years old, excluding Xezaminald time stopped: 7 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday: 3rd January&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 100 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 20 kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hobby: cooking, singing, and playing with Izara's little sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job/school: The leader of all childrens in Xezaminald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Power: Controling water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes: as Red as Blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair: Black, straight, and long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Motto: "&lt;em&gt;Stop talking and do some actions"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name: Izara Loramalde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age:Including Xezaminald time stopped: 21 years old, excluding Xezaminald time stopped: 18 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday: 19th November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 165 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 48 kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hobby: cooking, reading, protecting her little sister, and make everyone happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job: Led people their rightful place in Amerald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Power: Removing one of the body parts of somone without hurting him/her with magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes: Deep blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair: Blond and long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Motto: "&lt;em&gt;Just smile and see that the others are also smiling makes me happy&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name: Iriana Loremalde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: Including Xezaminald time stopped: 14 years old, excluding Xezaminald time stopped: 11 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday: 2nd February&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 130 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: "&lt;em&gt;Ask sister Izara! I don't know...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hobby: Anything is fine as long as it is FUN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job: Baby sitting Zena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Power: Removing one of the body parts of somone without hurting him/her with magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes: Deep blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair: Blond and Long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Motto: "&lt;em&gt;I love my sister! I also love anything as long as it is FUN to do!&lt;/em&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/8994483146135244643-6650810010877927596?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/6650810010877927596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=6650810010877927596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/6650810010877927596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/6650810010877927596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/01/biodata-from-amerald-gambar-dari-adek_03.html' title='Biodata from Amerald (gambar dari adek gw) 2'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWBkX67AffI/AAAAAAAAABw/wwLvsE11hi0/s72-c/happy+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-1742202026364144083</id><published>2009-01-03T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:55:03.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><title type='text'>Biodata from Amerald (gambar dari adek gw)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWBfAiPCTfI/AAAAAAAAABg/SAVguymHjRQ/s1600-h/azaran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287330425327472114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWBfAiPCTfI/AAAAAAAAABg/SAVguymHjRQ/s320/azaran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name: Azaran Norwenian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: 16th years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birtrhday: 13 May&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 150 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: "&lt;em&gt;do i have to? it is a secret....&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hobby: Day dreaming and yoga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School: Georgia Dicipline Academy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Power: Healing, Flying, and Magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes: Green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair: Black and long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Motto: "&lt;em&gt;I will protect the one who are cherish so that thing wont happen again&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287331840180651554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWBgS4-UhiI/AAAAAAAAABo/YIOcBm4cFS8/s320/Tim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name: Tim Aranorth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Age: 17th years old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Birthday: 24th December&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Height: 170 cm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weight: "&lt;em&gt;Sorry, I forgot... I haven't check it yet....&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hobby: Reading, watching Azra (?), and Adventuring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School: Georgia Dicipline Academy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Power: Strength and Speed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eyes: Light blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hair: Black and so messy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motto: "&lt;em&gt;If I find the one who I cared about, I will protect that person with all I got!&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/8994483146135244643-1742202026364144083?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/1742202026364144083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=1742202026364144083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1742202026364144083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1742202026364144083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/01/biodata-from-amerald-gambar-dari-adek.html' title='Biodata from Amerald (gambar dari adek gw)'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SWBfAiPCTfI/AAAAAAAAABg/SAVguymHjRQ/s72-c/azaran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-4188201413607829087</id><published>2009-01-02T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:23:24.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Angket untuk Kartul... Tolong diisi lewat komentar ya.... Thx</title><content type='html'>1. Apakah anda merupakan seseorang yang sering membaca buku fiksi?&lt;br /&gt;a.Ya  b. Tidak&lt;br /&gt;2. Jenis buku apa saja yang anda baca?&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;3. Genre apa saja yang anda biasa baca? (bisa lebih dari satu)&lt;br /&gt;__ Romansa&lt;br /&gt;__ Persahabatan&lt;br /&gt;__ Horor&lt;br /&gt;__ Binatang mistik&lt;br /&gt;__ dll. (sebutkan)________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;4. Mengapa anda suka membaca buku fiksi?&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;5. Apakah anda pernah meniru salah satu karakter di buku yang anda baca?&lt;br /&gt;a. Ya b. Tidak&lt;br /&gt;6. (kalau Iya) Mengapa anda menirunya?&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;7. Bagaimana cara anda menerapkannya?&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;8. Dimanakah anda menerapkan karakter itu?&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;9. Apakah anda merasa cara berfikir anda terhadap dunia ini berubah&lt;br /&gt;setelah membaca buku fiksi?&lt;br /&gt;a.Ya  b.Tidak&lt;br /&gt;10. (kalau Iya) Dalam aspek manasajakah?&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-4188201413607829087?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/4188201413607829087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=4188201413607829087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4188201413607829087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/4188201413607829087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/01/angket-untuk-kartul-tolong-diisi-lewat.html' title='Angket untuk Kartul... Tolong diisi lewat komentar ya.... Thx'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-1433644738297585539</id><published>2009-01-01T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:53:56.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerita fiksi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><title type='text'>Hanya itu yang bisa kulakukan....</title><content type='html'>Aku anak umur Tujuh tahun yang masih tudak mengerti apa itu persahabatan. Di saat aku naik kelas dua, ada anak bernama Lina yang mengajakku bermain.&lt;br /&gt;"Namamu Kiko kan? Anak perempuan yang selalu duduk sendiri di kelas satu. Kenalkan, namaku Lina. Bolehkah aku jadi temanmu?" tanyanya.&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... boleh deh." kataku ragu-ragu.&lt;br /&gt;"Terima kasih, duduk bareng aku yuk..." katanya lagi tersenyum lebar. Akhirnya secara resmi kami menjadi teman. Kami sekelas terus sampai kelas 5. Di kelas 5 ini, daya tahan tubuhku mulai melemah. Memang, dari kecil dokter pun sudah memvonis aku menderita kanker paru-paru. Ini dikarenakan bapakku yang selalu merokok. Tapi aku tidak ingin membuat Lina khawatir dan terus ke sekolah. Tetapi, Allah S.W.T. telah menetapkan takdirku. Minggu depan aku mulai harus dirawat di Rumah Sakit secara intensif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kiko! Kita main ke Dufan yuk! Terus habis itu kita main di taman dekat rumahmu..." katanya dengan riang. Aku pun tersenyum dan mengangguk menandakan 'IYA'. Dan hari itu pun tiba, kami berangkat ke Dufan bersama-sama orang tuaku. Aku sudah berkata kepada mereka untuk tidak mengatakan sepatah kata pun kepada Lina supaya ia tidak khawatir terhadap kondisiku.&lt;br /&gt;"Lihat Lina! Kita sudah sampai di Dufan!" kataku kepadanya sambil berlari menuju gerbang tiket. Iibu telah memberiku uang untuk masuk dan bekal untuk dimakan. Sekarang jam 10.00 dan ibu akan menjemput kami jam 14.00 supaya kami masih sempat bermain di taman dekat rumahku. Rencananya juga Lina akan menginap malam itu. Karena tinggal besok saja aku bisa bertemu dengannya. Kami menaiki banyak wahana Dufan. Kami sangat senang hari itu. Di taman kami bermain ayunan seperti biasa. Tiba-tiba ada anak cowok yang lebih besar dan tua dariku menghampiri Lina. Mereka mulai memalak dan mendorong Lina dari ayunan.&lt;br /&gt;"Hei kecil, kita mau main disini. Cepat pergi!" katanya sambil mendorong Lina. Tanpa sadar aku mendorong anak itu dari Lina.&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau mau main gantian dong! Gak sopan tau kalau kayak gitu! Apalagi sama anak perempuan yang ukuran tubuhnya lebih kecil dari kamu!" kataku dengan keberanian yang entah datang dari mana.&lt;br /&gt;"Kurang ajar! Liat saja nanti kalau kita ketemu lagi!" katanya lari pulang.&lt;br /&gt;"Kiko? Makasih banyak ya!" kata Lina tersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;"Iya sama-sama. Kamu terluka ya? Sepertinya tanganmu tulangnya patah..." kataku khawatir dan memegang tangannya.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah iya, tapi gak terlalu parah kok Kiko. Kamu gak usah khawatir..." katanya mencoba untuk tegar.&lt;br /&gt;"Ayo kita pulang, nanti aku bisa memperbaninya...." kataku sambil membantunya berdiri.&lt;br /&gt;"Makasih banyak ya Kiko. Hari ini sangat menyenangkan lho! Coba setiap harinya bisa main terus sama Kiko! Ahaha, kenapa aku ngomong kayak gini ya? Padahal aku tahu kamu akan terus berada di sisiku sebagai sahabatku!" katanya menahan tangisan yang hampir keluar.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah iya, aku akan selalu menjadi sahabatmu..." kata-kata itu keluar tanpa aku menyadarinya. Aku terharu dengan kata-katanya, padahal aku tahu aku tidak akan hidup lama. Aku tahu bahwa orang yang menderita kanker tidak akan hidup lama. Tidak seperti Lina yang bisa terus hidup sampai tua.&lt;br /&gt;"Kiko, aku laper nih... Pulang ke rumahmu yuk." katanya sambil meraba-raba perutnya.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh iya, kita makan yuk!" Aku membantunya berdiri dan menuntunnya ke rumahku. Di sana kami makan sate ayam dan sayur asem bikinan ibuku yang sangat enak. Dan di malam harinya aku melilitkan perban dan kayu sebagai penyangga tangannya. Dan Lina pun tersenyum dan tidur. Aku masih terbangun, aku membayangkan akan apa yang akan terjadi nanti di rumah sakit. Dan apa yang akan dirasakan Lina kutinggalkan begitu saja tanpa memberitahunya. Aku pun memutuskan untuk menulis surat kepadanya malam itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya, Lina pulang dan aku bersiap-siap untuk pergi ke Rumah Sakit. Tak lama setelah aku membereskan bajuku, dadaku sesak dan aku tidak bisa bernafas dengan benar lagi. Aku pun memanggil ibu, dan tidur dengan lelap. Setelah aku sadar, yang kulihat adalah wajah ibuku yang khawatir dan infus yang menancap di tanganku. Aku sudah berada di Rumah Sakit.&lt;br /&gt;"Kiko, kamu sudah bangun nak?" kata Ibuku mengusap kepalaku. Aku berusaha untuk menjawabnya tetapi tidak bisa, aku hanya mengangguk dan tersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;"Baiklah, kalau begitu kamu tidur lagi saja ya? Ibu mau memanggil Dokter dulu..." katanya beranjak dari tempat tidurku dan menutup pintu dengan pelan. Aku mulai menulis surat kepada Ibu, seandainya nanti aku akan pergi. Dokter pun masuk bersama Ibuku disampingnya.&lt;br /&gt;"Selamat sore Kiko, bagaimana keadaanmu? Kita cek dulu ya?" katanya dengan sopan dan tersenyum. Ia melakukan berbagai macam pemeriksaan dan meninggalkanku sendirian lagi di kamar. Ibu mengikutinya keluar dari kamar. Entah kenapa aku merasa lebih ringan sekarang, aku juga merasa sudah waktunya aku pergi. Ibu mendatangiku dan teriak-teriak. Ah Ibu, aku tidak bisa mendengar kata-katamu lagi. Aku menunjuk kepada lemari dan tertidur pulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari pemakaman Kiko pun tiba, aku turut bersedih karenanya. Ia hanya hidup sesingkat itu dan tidak lagi tersenyum kepadaku. Dia terus melakukan apapun sampai aku bisa tersenyum. Aku juga masih ingat hari dimana kami bermain di taman. Ia dengan berani melawan orang-orang itu. Ibunya pun mendatangiku dan memberiku surat. Aku membuka surat itu dan membacanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temanku tersayang dan Sahabatku pertama,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku minta maaf, aku tidak sempat memberitahumu tentang penyakitku. Aku tidak ingin kamu khawatir tentang keadaanku. Aku juga minta maaf karena aku tidak bisa banyak melakukan hal-hal yang berguna ataupun hal-hal yang bisa terkenang. Hanya inilah yang bisa kulakukan. Begitu juga saat-saat kita bersama adalah hal yang bisa kulakukan. Aku minta maaf, karena hanya itulah yang bisa kulakukan. Aku harap kamu bisa hidup bahagia walaupun aku tidak ada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salam terbaik dariku,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mulai meneteskan air mata. Aku tidak tahu harus berbuat apalagi, karena sekarang Kiko sudah tidak ada lagi. Didalam surat itu juga ada beberapa lembar kertas yang merupakan diarinya bersamaku. Aku membacanya dan tanpa sadar aku mulai menangis.&lt;br /&gt;"Kiko! Kenapa kamu harus pergi sekarang?! Bukankah kamu janji akan selalu berada disampingku dan menjadi sahabatmu?! Kiko, maafkan aku karena aku tidak bisa membantumu lebih dari ini! Maafkan aku sahabat terbaik.... Maafkan aku!" Isak tangis mulai terdengar dari belakangku. Semuanya menangis, karena mereka juga tahu bahwa Kiko adalah anak yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;Selamat jalan sahabatku, Lina akan selalu menyimpan kenangan kita di hati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-1433644738297585539?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/1433644738297585539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=1433644738297585539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1433644738297585539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1433644738297585539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2009/01/hanya-itu-yang-bisa-kulakukan.html' title='Hanya itu yang bisa kulakukan....'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-5386429956212516190</id><published>2008-12-31T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:47:35.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Some Meaningless words</title><content type='html'>"I see a bloody war in front of me, I feel my blood rushing trough me. It is getting faster and faster and it hurts... Please help me! I don't want to become a vampire like them. Even though I already gave my blood to one of them...."&lt;br /&gt;artinya:&lt;br /&gt;"Aku melihat sebuah perang darah didepanku, aku merasakan darahku mengalir. Ia mengalir lebih cepat dan cepat lagi dan itu juga membuatku kesakitan... Tolong aku! Aku tidak ingin menjadi seorang vampir seperti mereka. Walaupun aku sudah memberikan darahku kepada salah satu dari mereka..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-5386429956212516190?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/5386429956212516190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=5386429956212516190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5386429956212516190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5386429956212516190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-meaningless-words.html' title='Some Meaningless words'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-1857885916039516091</id><published>2008-12-31T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:27:25.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unused words'/><title type='text'>Some Meaningless Sayings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SV169unKWmI/AAAAAAAAABY/L_rtADa7ahY/s1600-h/vampire_knight_v10c46_sgk_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SV16gyZoY2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/DoaigPEVf2o/s1600-h/vampire_knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286516241306510178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SV16gyZoY2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/DoaigPEVf2o/s320/vampire_knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I see with my little eyes something red and tastes so good for those called vampires. I don't want to be one of them, but I like that red stuff. Oh geez, why do I have to be back to my old self? The one who is desperate for that red liquid..." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aku melihat dengan kedua mata kecilku sesuatu yang merah dan terasa sangat lezat untuk mereka yang disebut sebagai Vampir. Aku tidak ingin menjadi salah satu dari mereka, tetapi aku sudah terlanjur suka dengan benda merah itu. Haaah, kenapa aku harus kembali menjadi diriku yang lama? Yang menyukai cairan merah tersebut...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;_&lt;so&gt;_&lt;&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/8994483146135244643-1857885916039516091?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/1857885916039516091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=1857885916039516091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1857885916039516091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/1857885916039516091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-meaningless-sayings.html' title='Some Meaningless Sayings'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SV16gyZoY2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/DoaigPEVf2o/s72-c/vampire_knight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-3482605832027081519</id><published>2008-12-31T04:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:54:07.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerita fiksi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><title type='text'>Satu, Dua, dan Tiga - Bagian 1</title><content type='html'>Aku sebenarnya hanyalah seorang anak biasa yang ingin berkeliling dunia sebagai &lt;em&gt;Backpacker. &lt;/em&gt;Sayangnya, Ibu dan Bapakku tidak pernah mengizinkanku untuk pergi. Alasannya ada banyak sekali! Antara lain karena aku adalah seorang cewek berumur 17 tahun yang masih perlu sekolah. Dua, tidak ada cowok yang mau menemaniku pergi. Tiga, karena sangat berbahaya. Empat, mereka terlalu kaya dan hanya ingin aku menikmati hidup dengan cara mudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kino! Kamu pingin keliling Indonesia gak?" tanya temanku Aerith. Ia memiliki rambut berwarna cokelat yang panjang dan lurus. Matanya pun berwarna biru tua dan selalu memiliki aura yang bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;"Mau dong! Tapi kalau gak ada cowok untuk ngelindungin kita, Ibu dan Bapakku pasti tidak mengizinkan..." kataku membalasnya.&lt;br /&gt;"Yah Kino! Kamu kan paling hebat saat &lt;em&gt;survival test&lt;/em&gt; kemarin, bukan? pasti sangat beruntung jika kami mempunyaimu di saat keliling Indonesia!" katanya dengan raut wajah kecewa.&lt;br /&gt;"Halo Kino, Aerith. Kalian sedang apa?" tanya salah satu teman sekelasku yang bernama Zian. Ia tinggi, rambutnya hitam kecoklatan dan sedikit berantakan. Dia anak yang paling populer di angkatan, tetapi entah kenapa ia selalu berusaha untuk mendekatiku.&lt;br /&gt;"Bukan urusan kamu Zian!" kataku dengan tegas.&lt;br /&gt;"Kita mau &lt;em&gt;backpacking&lt;/em&gt; keliling Indonesia Zi, mau ikut?" tanya Aerith.&lt;br /&gt;"Tentunya! Kamu gak keberatan kan Kino?" tanyanya kepadaku.&lt;br /&gt;"Sebenarnya tidak, tetapi...." kata-kataku terhenti karena bel masuk sekolah berbunyi.&lt;br /&gt;"Ayo masuk kelas, Kino! Nanti Pak Arief marah lagi!" katanya kepadaku.&lt;br /&gt;"Dadah Kino, dadah Zian! Nanti kita bicarakan lagi tentang masalah &lt;em&gt;backpacking&lt;/em&gt; lagi ya!" teriak Aerith kepada kami. Kami pun bergegas ke dalam kelas supaya tidak terkena ceramah panjang Pak Arief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anak-anak sekarang kumpulkan tugas Laporan Observasi Pulau Seribu kalian di sini! Yang telat tidak akan mendapatkan kompensansi waktu dan terakhir adalah hari ini di jam terakhir!" Teriak Pak Arief di depan kelasku. Sekolahku merupakan sekolah swasta yang mengikuti kurikulum Negeri. Di sini, kelas dibagi menjadi 5 berdasarkan Rangking dan subjek yang kita ikuti. IPA memiliki 2 kelas dan IPS 2 kelas. Dan satu kelas lagi adalah Akselerasi. Tetapi sebenarnya ada satu kelas akselerasi lagi yang sudah sekolah di Akademi ini dari SD sampai SMA dan menduduki rangking 1-10. Gedung kami terpisah dan terdiri dari Zian, Kino (aku), Kiari, Lilan, Pertha, Zerno, Rendo, Certo, Akatsuki, dan Kinako (ini sudah berdasarkan rangking). Sekolah ini juga merupakan sekolah Internasional, karena rata-rata siswanya berasal dari luar negeri. Walaupun kami selalu menjadi 10 besar disini, kami tetap harus belajar di kelas. Sebenarnya kami sering sekali berpergian ke luar negeri dan ke berbagai tempat. Tetapi kami tidak pernah &lt;em&gt;backpacking&lt;/em&gt; sekali pun. Ini mungkin karena orang tua kami adalah orang-orang ternama dan kaya.&lt;br /&gt;"Kino! Bagaimana tugasmu? sudah selesai?" tanya Zian yang duduk disebelahku.&lt;br /&gt;"Sudah, tadi sudah dikumpulkan" kataku dengan muka jutek.&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu kenapa sih? Kamu membenciku?" tanyanya dengan muka prihatin.&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak, aku hanya merasa aneh saja jika berada didekatmu..." jawabku dengan senyum yang kupaksakan.&lt;br /&gt;"Hei, jangan paksakan senyum kamu. Aku tahu kamu bukan orang yang bisa berbohong dengan mudah..." katanya lagi kepadaku.&lt;br /&gt;"Baiklah anak-anak, saya akan meninggalkan kalian sekarang. Jangan lupa 3 hari lagi libur panjang akan dimulai!" kata Pak Arief. Ia pun keluar dari ruang kelas kami dan menutup pintu dengan lembut.&lt;br /&gt;"Kino, Zian! Kita makan sushi yang dibuat oleh Akatsuki yuk!" ajak Kiari. Mereka semua sudah berkumpul di meja Akatsuki dan Kinako untuk memakan sushi keluarga Akatsuki yang sangat lezat. Aku pun berdiri dan menggandeng tangan Zian.&lt;br /&gt;"Ayo, mereka menunggu kita bukan?" ajakku.&lt;br /&gt;"Iya, mereka menunggu kita...." kata Zian dengan senyumnya yang manis. Kami pun memakan sushi Akatsuki dan melewati jam istirahat dengan tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bel pulang pun berdering dengan kencang. Aku dan Zian berjalan melalui gedung kelas Aerith. Kami bermaksud untuk mengajaknya makan di cafe yang kami sering kunjungi.&lt;br /&gt;"Aerith! Kita makan ke cafe depan stasiun yuk!" seruku kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;"Kino, jaga sikapmu di sini. Kita kan merupakan kelas elit di sini dan diperlakukan sebagai orang terhormat..." kata Zian.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh iya, aku hampir lupa...." kataku dengan sikap yang malu-malu. Aerith pun bergegas mengemasi tasnya dan berlari menuju kami.&lt;br /&gt;"Kalian berdua digosipkan lagi oleh kelasku. Katanya kalian pacaran ya?" tanya Aerith.&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak, kami tidak berpacaran Aerith..." kataku dan Zian secara bersamaan. Muka Zian terlihat sedikit merah dari biasanya.&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha, kita lihat saja...." kata Aerith. Akhirnya kami pun makan cake yang terkenal di cafe depan stasiun itu.&lt;br /&gt;"Kan liburan nanti sebulan tuh.... Jadi nanti kita pergi keliling Indonesia saja... Itu lebih seru kan?" tanya Aerith kepadaku dan Zian.&lt;br /&gt;"Iya sih, nanti aku akan tanya Ibu dan Bapakku. Tapi, syaratnya adalah Zian harus ikut!" kataku dengan tegas.&lt;br /&gt;"Tenang saja Kino, aku pasti akan ikut. Percayalah kepadaku akan hal itu." kata Zian mengusap kepalaku dan senyum.&lt;br /&gt;"Nanti akan ku konfirmasikan lagi. Kalau bisa tolong ajak teman sekelas kalian lainnya ya? Aku yakin mereka akan ikut dalam acara ini. Kujamin seru deh!" kata Aerith dengan semangat. Kita pun berpamitan dan aku mulai berjalan pulang ke rumah. Di sinilah hal paling sulit akan kualami. Karena belum tentu Orang tuaku akan mengizinkanku untuk pergi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-3482605832027081519?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/3482605832027081519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=3482605832027081519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3482605832027081519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3482605832027081519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2008/12/satu-dua-dan-tiga-bagian-1.html' title='Satu, Dua, dan Tiga - Bagian 1'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-5977830872312564899</id><published>2008-12-30T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:41:23.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><title type='text'>Amerald a heavenly and deadly place - part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What am I here for?&lt;/em&gt;, I thought for a second. I looked down to the ground and almost cried, when Tim patted my head and calmed me down.&lt;br /&gt;"Azra, do not worry. We are going to get out of this world and go home, okay?" He smiled to me. And then tears went down from my eyes and I cried.&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry Tim! I cannot help you much more than this...." I said while hugging him tightly.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about? Do you think that you are being a burdened to me? That is silly, Azra. You already do what you can do. Anyway, this is just the beginning... am I right?" He smiled again wiping my tears.&lt;br /&gt;"I guess you are right. Then, good luck on this match...." I let go of him and smiled. He stand up and went to the fighting arena.&lt;br /&gt;"I am gonna end it now!" said Torry with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the plan had just begun. It started with a very heavy attack from Tim. He eagerly attack Torry until Torry is cornered. And when he could have just killed Torry, Tim pretended to fail his attack. It gives Torry a big chance to attack. It is Torry's turn to attack Tim. Tim just kept avoiding, according to his plan. And you know, Tim is right afterall. Torry looked like he was very exhausted than the last time. And finally, Torry kneel down and just when he asked for a time out my key started to shine on it's own. And without me noticing, I already chanted a spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"By the power of the holy light, I here by turning my key into a weapon for peace. And with that power, I shall release the brightest light in the world!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The key that I held that time turned into a staff. I then flapped my wing and hold Tim's hand. And before we knew it, we are flying on the red sky. Above the fighting arena in Amerald itself.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey our match?! What about our match?!" Torry yell to Tim.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about? Don't you think you already lose?" said Tim with an intimidating aura to Torry.&lt;br /&gt;"You little brat! I haven't lose yet! We'll see!" He tried to stand up but failed.&lt;br /&gt;"See, told you Mr. Torry. You already lose. By a heart and by your condition right now!" Tim said to Torry. I chanted another spell so that the light can cover Amerald and we can go to the gate without Torry chasing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;By the holy power of love, insanity, and light! This hatred will be distinguish and the road will open!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; Then a very powerful and bright light appeared and we can escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is the gate! We should land here," said Tim after we flew trough the sky for about 45 minutes. So we landed right in front of the gate. Beside the gate is a sign that is covered with blood. So I clean it up a bit and read it. It says: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When two people combine their feelings, the gate will open itself and they can continue their quest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does it means by '&lt;em&gt;combine their feelings&lt;/em&gt;' anyway?" I asked Tim. &lt;em&gt;Don't tell me...,&lt;/em&gt; I thought. I was very nervous when I read it.&lt;br /&gt;"We have to do something to make this gate know that our feelings are connected to each other..." said Tim blushing.&lt;br /&gt;"I think an ordinary hug will do, right?" I asked him nervously. So Tim hugged me tightly just like we do when I cried in front of him. But it did not work, the gate is still closed.&lt;br /&gt;"So what should we do now, Azra?" He asked me nicely.&lt;br /&gt;"How about if I kiss you cheek?" I answered him and turned my face away. He did not respond, but he hold my hand signing a 'YES' sign. So I nervously stand on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek. I heard his heart pounding so loud and his face is entirely red now.&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... look Azra! The gate umm... opened itself! Let's go!" He said nervously with a cute, shy, and red face. I get down on my knees and tied my shoelaces. And then I stood up and captured his hand.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you waiting for Tim, let us go to the other part of this world!" I said pointing at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, okay then. Let us go..." he said. The gate doesn't connect itself trough the other part of the world automatically. We have to walked for a while in a random space until we get trough the other gate. Our first time, it is a wide green area and a deep blue sky. I can easily see the gate from where we are standing. While we walked down the hill after the gate to the field, he smiled and leaned down to me.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Azra, I was very nervous back then, how about you?" He asked me.&lt;br /&gt;"I was also nervous too, but I...." I answered while hiding my face.&lt;br /&gt;"But, what?" He asked me.&lt;br /&gt;"But I really think that is necessary and i wanted to prove you that I love you more than anything..." I continued my words. His hand is sweating, but he smiled to me.&lt;br /&gt;"Really? To tell you the truth, I was very nervous too that my face turned red when you kiss my cheek..." He said.&lt;br /&gt;"So we do prove ourselves that we love each other. That is why the gate opened." I responded to his words.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes we do..." He said smiling again. Then Izara's letter began to shine again.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, look! Izara's letter shine again. I think there is another letter from her!" I said to Tim. The letter now said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dear Azaran Norwenia and Tim Aranorth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It seems that you have done my plan well enough and you have already past the gate to Zarelard. Zarelard is the totally opposite world from Amerald. And you need to past it trough the Gate of Honor. It is shown in the map. But you muust also be careful, because the people here will do anything to make you stay in their heaven. But you two don't belong here and have to go home. Don't be fooled by tgose looks. If you find one, all you need to do is be as mean as people in Amerald and run. If you need food, try to trick them first. You only have 2 days to leave Zarelard or the gate will be closed for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;xoxo Izara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what the letter said, and know the gate of Zarelard. What will be upon us this time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-5977830872312564899?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/5977830872312564899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=5977830872312564899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5977830872312564899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/5977830872312564899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2008/12/amerald-heavenly-and-deadly-place-part_30.html' title='Amerald a heavenly and deadly place - part 6'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-8963883823321173198</id><published>2008-12-27T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:18:23.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAMES'/><title type='text'>Trailer of Kingdom Hearts Birth by Sleep</title><content type='html'>pas gw lagi nyari-nyari Kindom Hearts, gw nemu trailernya untuk yang ketiga... this is a slight preview... CHECK IT OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEL2grmKSnM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEL2grmKSnM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/35yH1e0YdEc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/35yH1e0YdEc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8963883823321173198?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8963883823321173198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=8963883823321173198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8963883823321173198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8963883823321173198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2008/12/trailer-of-kingdom-hearts-birth-by.html' title='Trailer of Kingdom Hearts Birth by Sleep'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-3238228460674462751</id><published>2008-12-21T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T04:24:41.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><title type='text'>simple plan - untitled</title><content type='html'>because of a slight error, and because I got this from &lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/"&gt;http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/&lt;/a&gt; i inserted the video clip with it. So I hope you can play the song with your feeling (like a certain someone said to me once) please enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yeucQl0U_sw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yeucQl0U_sw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capo on 2nd Fret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro:&lt;br /&gt;strum E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch1" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;C#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch11" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch2" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;C#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch3" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;C#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch12" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch21" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch30" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch22" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch4" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;C#&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch13" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't make it go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch31" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch23" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch14" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch5" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;C#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch32" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch24" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch15" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch6" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;C#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch33" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch25" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch16" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch7" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;C#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch17" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch8" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;C#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping off the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch18" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch26" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch34" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch27" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch9" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;C#&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch19" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch35" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch28" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch10" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;C#&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch20" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch36" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't erase the things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch29" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I've got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{SOLO}&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I've got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-3238228460674462751?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/3238228460674462751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=3238228460674462751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3238228460674462751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3238228460674462751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-of-slight-error-and-because-i.html' title='simple plan - untitled'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-8553220754479840721</id><published>2008-12-20T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T04:26:48.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Tasmanian Devil</title><content type='html'>When I was searching for Tasmanian Devil in wikipedia, I found out that they have this some kind of disease that will lead them to extincion faster. So I think that I should also tell you all about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Animal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal"&gt;Animalia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phylum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Chordate" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chordate"&gt;Chordata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Mammal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mammal"&gt;Mammalia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infraclass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Marsupialia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marsupialia"&gt;Marsupialia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Dasyuromorphia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dasyuromorphia"&gt;Dasyuromorphia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Dasyuridae" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dasyuridae"&gt;Dasyuridae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sarcophilus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarcophilus"&gt;Sarcophilus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Species:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S. harrisii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarcophilus harrissii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conservation status&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time, Tasmania was the last refuge of large marsupial carnivores. All of the larger carnivorous marsupials became extinct in mainland &lt;a title="Australia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt; shortly after humans arrived. Only the smallest and most adaptable survived. Fossil evidence from western &lt;a title="Victoria (Australia)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victoria_(Australia)"&gt;Victoria&lt;/a&gt; shows that Tasmanian Devils retained a place on the Australian mainland until around 600 years ago (about 400 years before &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="History of Australia before 1901" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Australia_before_1901#Colonisation"&gt;European colonisation&lt;/a&gt;). Their extinction is attributed to predation by &lt;a title="Dingo" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dingo"&gt;dingoes&lt;/a&gt; and hunting by &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Indigenous Australian" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indigenous_Australian"&gt;indigenous Australians&lt;/a&gt;. In dingo-free Tasmania, carnivorous marsupials were still active when Europeans arrived. The extermination of the &lt;a title="Thylacine" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thylacine"&gt;Thylacine&lt;/a&gt; after the arrival of the Europeans is well known, but the Tasmanian Devil was threatened as well.&lt;br /&gt;The first Tasmanian settlers ate Tasmanian Devil, which they described as tasting like veal. As it was believed devils would hunt and kill livestock, a bounty scheme to remove the devil from rural properties was introduced as early as 1830. Over the next 100 years, trapping and poisoning brought them to the brink of extinction. After the death of the last Thylacine in 1936, the threat to the devils was recognized. The Tasmanian Devil was protected by law in 1941, and the population slowly recovered.&lt;br /&gt;At least two major population declines, possibly due to a disease epidemic, have occurred in recorded history: in 1909 and 1950. The Tasmanian Devil's current population is reported by Tasmania's Department of Primary Industries and Water as being in the range of 10,000 to 100,000 individuals, with 20,000 to 50,000 mature individuals being likely. Senior Scientist for the Devil Facial Tumour Disease program Hamish McCallum offers a more conservative estimate of at least 20,000 individuals and at most 75,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Devil_facial_tumour_disease" name="Devil_facial_tumour_disease"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devil facial tumour disease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Enlarge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Tasmanian_Devil_Facial_Tumour_Disease.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Devil facial tumour disease causes tumours to form in and around the mouth, interfering with feeding and eventually leading to death by starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First seen in 1995, &lt;a title="Devil facial tumour disease" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devil_facial_tumour_disease"&gt;devil facial tumour disease&lt;/a&gt; (DFTD) has ravaged Tasmania's wild devils, and estimates of the impact range from 20% to as much as a 50% decline in the devil population with over 65% of the State affected. Affected high-density populations suffer up to 100% mortality in 12–18 months. The species was listed as vulnerable under the Tasmanian Threatened Species Protection Act 1995 and the Australian &lt;a title="Environment Protection and Biodiversity Conservation Act 1999" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Environment_Protection_and_Biodiversity_Conservation_Act_1999"&gt;Environment Protection and Biodiversity Conservation Act 1999&lt;/a&gt; in 2006 which means that it is at risk of extinction in the "medium term". The &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="IUCN" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IUCN"&gt;IUCN&lt;/a&gt; does not regard the species as threatened; when this species was last evaluated for the IUCN in 1996, it was listed as lower risk/least concern.&lt;br /&gt;Wild Tasmanian Devil populations are being monitored to track the spread of the disease and to identify changes in disease prevalence. Field monitoring involves trapping devils within a defined area to check for the presence of the disease and determine the number of affected animals. The same area is visited repeatedly to characterise the spread of the disease over time. So far, it has been established that the short-term effects of the disease in an area can be severe. Long-term monitoring at replicated sites will be essential to assess whether these effects remain, or whether populations can recover. Field workers are also testing the effectiveness of disease suppression by trapping and removing diseased devils. It is hoped that the removal of diseased devils from wild populations should decrease disease prevalence and allow more devils to survive beyond their juvenile years and breed.&lt;br /&gt;The cancer's origin is a mystery, but studies indicate that the animals pass it on from one to another; i.e. the cancer is contagious. Short of a cure, scientists are removing the sick animals and &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Quarantining" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quarantining"&gt;quarantining&lt;/a&gt; healthy devils in case the wild population dies out. Because Tasmanian devils have extremely low levels of genetic diversity and a chromosomal mutation unique among carnivorous mammals, they are more prone to the infectious cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Two "insurance" populations of disease-free devils are being established at an urban facility in the &lt;a title="Hobart" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobart"&gt;Hobart&lt;/a&gt; suburb of &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Taroona" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taroona"&gt;Taroona&lt;/a&gt; and on &lt;a title="Maria Island" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_Island"&gt;Maria Island&lt;/a&gt; off the east coast of Tasmania. &lt;a title="Captive breeding" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captive_breeding"&gt;Captive breeding&lt;/a&gt; in mainland zoos is also a possibility. The decline in devil numbers is also seen as an ecological problem, since its presence in the Tasmanian forest &lt;a title="Ecosystem" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecosystem"&gt;ecosystem&lt;/a&gt; is believed to have prevented the establishment of the &lt;a title="Red Fox" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Fox"&gt;Red Fox&lt;/a&gt;, illegally introduced to Tasmania in 2001. Foxes are a problematic &lt;a title="Invasive species" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invasive_species"&gt;invasive species&lt;/a&gt; in all other &lt;a title="States and territories of Australia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/States_and_territories_of_Australia"&gt;Australian States&lt;/a&gt;, and the establishment of foxes in Tasmania would hinder the recovery of the Tasmanian Devil.&lt;br /&gt;Recent research from the &lt;a title="University of Sydney" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/University_of_Sydney"&gt;University of Sydney&lt;/a&gt; has shown that the infectious facial cancer may be able to spread because of vanishingly low &lt;a title="Genetic diversity" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genetic_diversity"&gt;genetic diversity&lt;/a&gt; in devil immune genes (&lt;a title="MHC class I" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MHC_class_I"&gt;MHC class I&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="MHC class II" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MHC_class_II"&gt;II&lt;/a&gt;) — raising questions about how well small, and potentially inbred, populations of animals are able to survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8553220754479840721?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8553220754479840721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=8553220754479840721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8553220754479840721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8553220754479840721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2008/12/tasmanian-devil.html' title='Tasmanian Devil'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-902686193735908209</id><published>2008-12-19T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:50:34.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAMES'/><title type='text'>Final Fantasy VII</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bagian awal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Permainan ini bermula dari sebuah karakter protagonis, Cloud Strife, bergabung dengan organisasi anti-Shinra yakni &lt;a class="new" title="AVALANCHE (belum dibuat)" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=AVALANCHE&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;AVALANCHE&lt;/a&gt; dimana organisasi ini sedang akan menyerang salah satu dari reaktor Mako yang mengelilingi kota Midgar. Reaktor Mako berhasil mereka hancurkan dan mereka segera kembali kemarkasnya dimana dalam perjalanan ini Cloud bertemu dengan Aeris Gainsborough, seorang wanita penjual bunga. Saat AVALANCHE melakukan misi berikutnya, mereka terperangkap oleh Presiden Shinra dimana mako reaktor tersebut ternyata dijaga oleh sebuah robot. Walaupun mereka berhasil mengalahkan robot tersebut, Cloud yang belum sempat untuk keluar dari reaktor terlempar dari tingkat atas Midgar akibat ledakan reaktor, dari tingkat atas Midgar Cloud terlempar sampai kepada bagian slum dibawah dan jatuh disebuah gereja pada Sektor 5, dia terjatuh diatas bunga-bunga dan tidak terluka parah. Digereja inilah Cloud mengenal Aeris. Aeris meminta Cloud bekerja sebagai penjaga dirinya dimana akhirnya Cloud setuju dan dalam seketika itu mereka berdua kedatangan tamu yakni, para Turk yang berasal dari Shinra dimana para Turk tersebut diperintahkan untuk menangkap Aeris.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah pertarungan selesai, Aeris dengan senang hati menunjuk jalan menuju Sektor 7 (markas AVALANCHE). Saat diperjalanan Aeris berbicara bahwa pacar pertamanya adalah SOLDIER kelas satu sama seperti Cloud dulu. Tiba-tiba dalam perjalanan Aeris dan Cloud melihat Tifa masuk kedalam Wall Market, sebuah area pada Sektor 6 yang dikenal sebagai tempat aktifitas para kriminal. Mereka mengikuti Tifa sampai akhirnya mereka menyusup masuk kedalam rumah bos kriminal Don Corneo dan menemukan berita mengagetkan yaitu Shinra telah mengetahui markas AVALANCHE dan berencana untuk menghancurkan Sector 7. AVALANCHE yang mendengar berita itu tidak bisa tinggal diam dan mencoba menggagalkan rencana tersebut namun Shinra akhirnya berhasil menghancurkan Sektor 7, banyak para penduduk Sektor 7 yang meninggal termasuk 3 anggota AVALANCHE. Tidak lama setelah itu para Turk berhasil menangkap Aeris, dimana setelah kejadian itu diketahui bahwa Aeris adalah manusia terakhir yang bertahan hidup dari bangsa kuno bernama "Cetra". Presiden Shinra percaya bahwa Aeris dapat menunjukkan jalan menuju daerah impian yang dikenal sebagai "Promised Land", daerah yang mempunyai banyak energi mako dan Shinra bertujuan untuk mengambil energi tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai anggota tersisa dari AVALANCHE, Tifa, Barret, dan Cloud menyusup kedalam markas utama Shinra untuk menyelamatkan Aeris. Setelah berhasil menyelmatkan Aeris, mereka bertemu dengan Red XIII yang akhirnya bergabung dengan grup. Saat mereka akan melarikan diri dari markas Shinra, mereka menemukan para pekerja, termasuk Presiden Shinra, dibantai. Cloud melihat luka yang terdapat pada Presiden Shinra dan mengetahui bahwa pembantainya adalah SOLDIER bernama Sephiroth yang diduga hidup kembali. Pekerja yang ditemukan masih hidup dalam keadaan sekarat memberitahui Cloud dan yang lain bahwa dia melihat Sephiroth membunuh presiden serta berbicara bahwa dia tidak akan pernah mengijinkan Shinra untuk mendapatkan Promised Land. Cloud dan yang lain juga mengetahui bahwa kepala dari sebuah makhluk bernama "Jenova" menghilang dari bangunan fasilitas riset.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah kejadian itu Shinra dipimpin oleh Rufus, anak dari Presiden Shinra, sedangkan AVANLACHE sekarang mengejar Sephiroth karena takut akan tujuan penggunaan dari Promised Land yang akan lebih membahayakan daripada tujuan Shinra. Dalam pengejaran ini beberapa orang mauk kedalam grup yakni, Yuffie Kisaragi, Cait Sith, Cid Highwind, dan Vincent Valentine. Saat perjalanan berlanjut, setiap anggota grup mengalami konflik tentang masa lalunya. Tidak lama setelah itu akhirnya rencana Sephiroth terbuka, rencananya adalah menggunakan "Meteor" untuk melukai planet ini separah mungkin, sehingga Lifestream yang berada dalamnya akan berkumpul pada luka tersebut untuk menyembuhkan luka itu. Sebelum Lifestream berkumpul Sephiroth berencana untuk masuk pada retakan-retakan luka tersebut, Sephiroth berencana untuk bergabung dengan seluruh energi di planet yang membuatnya mendapatkan kekuatan dewa. Untuk mencegah itu AVALANCHE berencana untuk mengambil Black Materia yang diperlukan untuk mengaktifkan Meteor, tetapi Sephiroth mengeluarkan kekuatan misterius yang membuat dirinya menguasai Cloud untuk mengaktifkan Black Materia.&lt;br /&gt;Aeris, yang takut akan keinginan Sephiroth untuk menggunakan Meteor, sudah mengerti banyak tentang darah yang mengalir pada tubuhnya dari seorang profesor di Cosmo Canyon serta telah mendapatkan ingatan dari para pendahulunya di kuil Cetra. Ia memutuskan untuk menghentikan Sephiroth seorang diri. AVALANCHE yang khawatir akan hal itu terus mengikuti Aeris hingga akhirnya mereka tiba di kota kuno Cetra. Setelah mereka menemukan Aeris yang sedang berdoa untuk planet, Sephiroth yang tidak terlihat keberadaannya mencoba untuk membunuh Aeris dengan mengendalikan Cloud, namun Cloud menolak perintah Sephiroth. Sephiroth akhirnya muncul dan membunuh Aeris. Setelah mengucapkan selamat tinggal terakhir kepada Aeris, para karakter yang tersisa bersatu untuk membunuh Sephiroth dan membalaskan dendam atas kematiannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Bagian_tengah_cerita" name="Bagian_tengah_cerita"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bagian tengah cerita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Setelah kejadian itu, Sephirot mulai membuat Cloud meragukan ingatannya dan membuat Cloud mengetahui bahwa dirinya bukanlah manusia, tetapi dirinya adalah spesimen yang diciptakan dari genetik Jenova yang dibuat oleh Professor Hojo dari Shinra.&lt;br /&gt;Jenova dimana akhirnya para pemain akan diceritakan, adalah sebuah makhluk parasit yang mendarat diplanet kira-kira 2000 tahun yang lalu menggunakan meteor. Akibat dari benturan meteor yang meninggalkan bekas kawah yang besar serta melukai planet, Jenova yang muncul dari kawah bertujuan untuk menyebarkan virus kepada seluruh organisme makhluk hidup diplanet, dimana virus tersebut dapat menyebabkan kegilaan dan membuat makhluk berubah menjadi monster. Korban yang paling banyak terjangkit adalah dari suku Cetra, Jenova menyebarkannya dengan cara menggunakan kemampuannya mimic'nya dimana dia mampu berubah bentuk dan menyamar menjadi sebagai orang Cetra.&lt;br /&gt;Cetra yang berusaha untuk melindungi diri mereka, akhirnya membuat monster raksasa bernama "WEAPONs" atau dalam bahasa Indonesia berarti Senjata, tetapi mayoritas manusia memilih untuk kabur daripada berhadapan dengan Jenova. Sekelompok para orang yang masih hidup dari suku Cetra berjuang melawan Jenova untuk melindungi planet dan berhasil mengalahkan Jenova, serta menyegelnya pada kawah tempat Jenova mendarat. Setelah itu para "WEAPONs" memasuki masa hibernasinya untuk menunggu apabila akan ada ancaman yang kembali mengancam keselamatan planet. Namun jasad Jenova akhirnya ditemukan oleh Professor Gast, seorang penjelajah dari Shinra. Karena mengira bahwa makhluk tersebut adalah makhluk yang berasal dari suku Cetra, Gast akhirnya diberikan kekuasaan untuk melakukan percobaan pembuatan manusia artifisial dengan menggunakan kombinasi sel-sel Jenova dengan &lt;a title="Janin" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janin"&gt;janin&lt;/a&gt; dari manusia yang tidak lahir untuk menghasilkan seorang Cetra.&lt;br /&gt;5 tahun sebelumnya, Sephiroth mengetahui bahwa dia adalah hasil eksperimen saat dia berada di Nibelheim kota asal Cloud dan Tifa, untuk menjalankan misi. Namun dikarenakan Sephirot yang tidak peduli dengan detil-detil yang berkaitan, dia berkesimpulan bahwa dia adalah seorang dari suku Cetra yang telah diproduksi hanya dari material genetik Jenova. Dengan kemarahan yang luar biasa, Sephirot membakar kota, membunuh semua penduduk Nibelheim dan bertujuan untuk membunuh semua orang didunia yang merupakan keturunan para orang yang tidak ikut membuang dunianya dan tidak ikut melindungi dunia. Menurut Cloud, dia bertemu dengan Sephiroth saat pembantaian tersebut dan setelah itu Sephirot menghilang tanpa jejak lalu diasumsikan mati sampai akhirnya dia muncul kembali digedung Shinra. Saat perjalanan dan sudah sampai pada kawasan kawah utara, Sephiroth memberitahukan Cloud bahwa yang berada di Nibelheim saat itu bukanlah Cloud melainkan seorang SOLDIER kelas 1 dengan rambut hitam. Tifa yang tidak dapat membalas kata-kata tersebut membuat Cloud bingung dan ragu akan keberadaannya, hal tersebut menyebabkan Sephiroth dapat mengeluarkan Meteor, dimana dengan munculnya Meteor maka para "WEAPONs' terbangun dari masa hibernasinya. Dunia berguncang, gempa bumi yang besar, saat itu Cloud akhirnya terpisah dari teman-temannya dan terjatuh kedalam Lifestream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Bagian_Akhir" name="Bagian_Akhir"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bagian Akhir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Saat meteor yang dipanggil oleh Sephirot semakin dekat dengan dunia, Shinra memfokuskan kinerjanya dalam melindungi para manusia dari para "WEAPONs", yang menganggap bahwa semuanya adalah ancaman untuk dunia. Ditempat lain, AVALANCHE yang mencari Cloud akhirnya menemukan dirinya berada disebuah rumah sakit yang berada pada sebuah pulau tropis, Cloud pada saat ini masih mengalami shok yang berat dan berlaku seperti orang cacat. Para "WEAPONs" yang mulai bergerak dan menghancurkan segalanya menyebabkan pulau kecil tempat AVALANCHE berada hancur berantakan, dimana Cloud dan Tifa jatuh kedalam Lifestream yang berada dibawah pulau tersebut. Disitu Tifa mulai mencoba untuk mengembalikan ingatan Cloud dan mengetahui kebenaran masa lalunya. Walaupun Cloud adalah seorang manusia asli dan berada di Nibelheilm saat pembantaian oleh Sephiroth, namun Cloud bukanlah seorang SOLDIER karena dia tidak berhasil menjadi SOLDIER dan hanya berhasil menjadi sebatas prajurit biasa. Diketahui bahwa SOLDIER dengan rambut hitam yang sebelumnya diingat oleh Cloud adalah Zack, dan dia adalah pacar pertama Aeris. Saat Sephiroth menghancurkan Nibelheim, Zack, Tifa dan Cloud bertarung melawan Sephirot didalam reaktor mako yang berada diNibelheim. Walaupun Tifa dan Zack dikalahkan oleh Sephiroth, Cloud masih terus bertarung hingga akhirnya Cloud dan Sephiroth sama-sama terluka parah. Sephiroth tiba-tiba langsung mengambil kepala Jenova, yang berada didalam reaktor mako tersebut dan melompat kedalam Lifestream.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah kejadian itu, Tifa kembali dengan selamat sampai Midgar, dimana akhirnya dia bergabung dengan AVALANCHE, Cloud dan Zack yang termasuk sebagai para orang yang bertahan hidup dicap oleh Shinra sebagai pengkhianat dengan alasan membantu pembantaian Sephiroth. Profesor Hojo akhirnya menggunakan mereka semua yang bertahan hidup sebagai objek eksperimen, dimana dilakukan eksperimen yang sama dengan yang dilakukan untuk para SOLDIER. Namun dikarenakan Hojo melakukan eksperimen tanpa mempedulikan keadaan mental para objek eksperimen berakibat semua objek eksperimen memasuki status koma kecuali Zack. Hampir 5 tahun kemudian, Zack kabur dari penjara dan membawa Cloud dengannya. Disitulah dimana akhirnya Cloud yang telah diinjeksi sel-sel Jenova membentuk personalitas baru yang salah, dia membentuk dirinya sebagai Zack baik dari sifat, cara bertarung, maupun ingatan tentang kejadian di Nibelheim dan statusnya sebagai SOLDIER kelas satu, tetapi karena hal itu pula Cloud dapat dikuasai oleh Sephiroth. Zack dibunuh oleh tentara Shinra yang mengejarnya diluar Midgar, kejadian ini terjadi sesaat sebelum mulainya permainan. 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Together with the four species of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echidna" title="Echidna"&gt;echidna&lt;/a&gt;, it is one of the five extant species of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monotreme" title="Monotreme"&gt;monotremes&lt;/a&gt;, the only mammals that lay &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egg_%28biology%29" title="Egg (biology)"&gt;eggs&lt;/a&gt; instead of giving birth to live young. It is the sole living representative of its &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family_%28biology%29" title="Family (biology)"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ornithorhynchidae" title="Ornithorhynchidae"&gt;Ornithorhynchidae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genus" title="Genus"&gt;genus&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ornithorhynchus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;), though a number of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monotreme#Fossil_monotremes" title="Monotreme"&gt;related species&lt;/a&gt; have been found in the fossil record.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The bizarre appearance of this egg-laying, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venom" title="Venom"&gt;venomous&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duck" title="Duck"&gt;duck&lt;/a&gt;-billed, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beaver" title="Beaver"&gt;beaver&lt;/a&gt;-tailed, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otter" title="Otter"&gt;otter&lt;/a&gt;-footed mammal baffled European naturalists when they first encountered it, with some considering it an elaborate fraud. It is one of the few &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venomous_mammals" title="Venomous mammals"&gt;venomous mammals&lt;/a&gt;; the male Platypus has a spur on the hind foot that delivers a venom capable of causing severe pain to humans. The unique features of the Platypus make it an important subject in the study of evolutionary biology and a recognisable and iconic symbol of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia" title="Australia"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt;; it has appeared as a mascot at national events and is featured on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obverse_and_reverse" title="Obverse and reverse"&gt;reverse&lt;/a&gt; of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian_20_cent_coin" title="Australian 20 cent coin"&gt;Australian 20 cent coin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Until the early 20th century it was hunted for its fur, but it is now protected throughout its range. Although captive breeding programs have had only limited success and the Platypus is vulnerable to the effects of pollution, it is not under any immediate threat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;The body and the broad, flat tail of the Platypus are covered with dense brown &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fur" title="Fur"&gt;fur&lt;/a&gt; that traps a layer of insulating air to keep the animal warm.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-APC_2-5" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-APC-2" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-ABRS_6-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-ABRS-6" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The Platypus uses its tail for storage of fat reserves (an adaptation also found in animals such as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tasmanian_Devil" title="Tasmanian Devil"&gt;Tasmanian Devil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Guiler_9-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-Guiler-9" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;10&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fat-tailed_sheep" title="Fat-tailed sheep"&gt;fat-tailed sheep&lt;/a&gt;). It has webbed feet and a large, rubbery snout; these are features that appear closer to those of a duck than to those of any known mammal. The webbing is more significant on the front feet and is folded back when walking on land.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-ABRS_6-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-ABRS-6" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Unlike a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bird" title="Bird"&gt;bird&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beak" title="Beak"&gt;beak&lt;/a&gt; (in which the upper and lower parts separate to reveal the mouth), the snout of the Platypus is a sensory organ with the mouth on the underside. The nostrils are located on the dorsal surface of the snout, while the eyes and ears are located in a groove set just back from it; this groove is closed when swimming.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-ABRS_6-4" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-ABRS-6" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Platypuses have been heard to emit a low growl when disturbed and a range of other vocalisations have been reported in captive specimens.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-APC_2-6" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-APC-2" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weight varies considerably from 0.7 to 2.4 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kilogram" title="Kilogram"&gt;kg&lt;/a&gt; (1.5 to 5.3 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pound_%28mass%29" title="Pound (mass)"&gt;lb&lt;/a&gt;), with males being larger than females: males average 50 cm (20 in) total length while females average 43 cm (17 in).&lt;sup id="cite_ref-ABRS_6-5" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-ABRS-6" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; There is substantial variation in average size from one region to another, and this pattern does not seem to follow any particular climatic rule and may be due to other environmental factors such as predation and human encroachment.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Workshop_10-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-Workshop-10" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Platypus has an average &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Core_temperature" title="Core temperature"&gt;body temperature&lt;/a&gt; of about 32 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celsius" title="Celsius"&gt;°C&lt;/a&gt; (90 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fahrenheit" title="Fahrenheit"&gt;°F&lt;/a&gt;) rather than the 37 °C (99 °F) typical of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Placentalia" title="Placentalia" class="mw-redirect"&gt;placental mammals&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-DC_11-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-DC-11" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Research suggests this has been a gradual adaptation to harsh environmental conditions on the part of the small number of surviving monotreme species rather than a historical characteristic of monotremes.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-temp_12-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-temp-12" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-temp2_13-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-temp2-13" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The modern Platypus young have three-cusped &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molar_%28tooth%29" title="Molar (tooth)"&gt;molars&lt;/a&gt; which they lose before or just after leaving the breeding burrow;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-MS_14-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-MS-14" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-geowords_15-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-geowords-15" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; adults have heavily keratinised pads in their place.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-ABRS_6-6" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-ABRS-6" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The Platypus &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaw" title="Jaw"&gt;jaw&lt;/a&gt; is constructed differently from that of other mammals, and the jaw-opening muscle is different.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-ABRS_6-7" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-ABRS-6" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; As in all true mammals, the tiny bones that conduct sound in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Middle_ear" title="Middle ear"&gt;middle ear&lt;/a&gt; are fully incorporated into the skull, rather than lying in the jaw as in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cynodont" title="Cynodont"&gt;cynodonts&lt;/a&gt; and other pre-mammalian &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synapsid" title="Synapsid"&gt;synapsids&lt;/a&gt;. However, the external opening of the ear still lies at the base of the jaw.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-ABRS_6-8" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-ABRS-6" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The Platypus has extra bones in the shoulder girdle, including an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interclavicle" title="Interclavicle"&gt;interclavicle&lt;/a&gt;, which is not found in other mammals.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-ABRS_6-9" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-ABRS-6" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; It has a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reptile" title="Reptile"&gt;reptilian&lt;/a&gt; gait, with legs that are on the sides of the body, rather than underneath.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-ABRS_6-10" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platypus#cite_note-ABRS-6" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-8480322506277194362?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/8480322506277194362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=8480322506277194362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8480322506277194362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/8480322506277194362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2008/12/platypus.html' title='Platypus'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KLKDrFA9-6s/SUsF7PKRb_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/YKnONedLss8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-3840003555941087773</id><published>2008-12-17T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:48:47.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><title type='text'>Amerald a heavenly and deadly place - part 5</title><content type='html'>It is so amazing! Just as that feeling is gone, me and Tim are wearing this strange armor. This armor reflected any power that will make us in danger. Not only that, I have this wing that made me looked like an angel even if the armor made me look strange. And Tim? Wow, he is so cool. He got this tattoos. There are white roses on his left arm and some dragons on his right arm. And not only that, he got this sword that looked heavy enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;"We won't lose to you, citizen of Amerald!" said Tim bravely.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? You little kid? You can not even swing that big sword!" Teased Torry to Tim.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I can! I even challenged you to a duel with me!" Said Tim with his face shining brightly like a hero.&lt;br /&gt;"A duel? Someone like you against me? The leader of Amerald?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmph..." Tim put his sword down and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;He turned to me and said "Do you believe in me?" I was startled by his smile.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I do..." I reflectively answered. "I even bet my life in it. I believe that you will win that duel..." He then picked up his sword again and yell "Torry, the ruler of Amerald! I, Tim Aranorth challenged you to a one on one duel!" Tim challenged Torry in a formal way.&lt;br /&gt;"Name It!" Torry responded.&lt;br /&gt;"Sword challenge, the time is up to you!" Tim responded to Torry.&lt;br /&gt;"I give you five hours from now" Torry grinned and left us alone. Tim looked nervous to me, I walked towards him and held his hand.&lt;br /&gt;"It is okay, I am here and I believe in you. I believe that you will win" He looked up to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, just knowing that you believe in me... Makes me so happy..." He turned and smile to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is now time for the battle, the armor won't turned into the key anymore. I think me and Tim are stuck in this armor until we got out of Amerald.&lt;br /&gt;"It is time kid! What sword will you use?" said Torry.&lt;br /&gt;"This sword here, of course" Tim said with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;"Tim are you going to be okay?" I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;"I will, because I know that you will believe in me winning this battle." He answered with his sweet smile. And so the battle begin! It started with an attack from Torry. He used his sword like he was trained for this battle a long time ago. While Tim, he only avoided Torry's attack. Suddenly, there was this light that came from Izara's letter. It now says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dear Azra,&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim already knew that if he killed Torry, he will be the next leader of Amerald. So while Torry is extremely exhausted, you need to release the light within you. After that took Tim with you and fly to the gate. I know it will be hard and exhausting, but you should give it a try if you want to get home and back to your ordinary life quicker.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo- Izara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"This is a very good plan, but..." I hesitated for a while. "I am afraid if Tim can not handle Torry himself. He seems exhausted already, just by avoiding Torry's attack." I hesitated and start to disbelieved about what would happen. It seems that Tim noticed me frowning and he smiled in the middle of an attack. It made him fell down to the ground real hard. I can not believe myself in making him do that reckless thing.&lt;br /&gt;"Tim, are you okay?!" I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;"I am alright, but please do not frown like that again. It will make me worry about you!" he answered with a smile. I asked for a time out to Torry and tell him about Izara's plan.&lt;br /&gt;"It is brilliant, maybe I should fight with this sword a little. To make him even tired again, agree?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"I agree, but please be careful, okay?" I said to him. I was very worried about his condition and all. But I believe that we can win this match! We have to get out of this world as quickly as we can. But I can only depend on Tim. Now I am so worried, am I being a burdened to him? Is he going to be okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994483146135244643-3840003555941087773?l=fathiyahakims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/feeds/3840003555941087773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994483146135244643&amp;postID=3840003555941087773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3840003555941087773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994483146135244643/posts/default/3840003555941087773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiyahakims.blogspot.com/2008/12/amerald-heavenly-and-deadly-place-part_4552.html' title='Amerald a heavenly and deadly place - part 5'/><author><name>AssassinXIII</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794991504665251493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHtV3XDLO4/TpA08MbGl-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bJ0KSeiutE0/s220/coldassassin4_1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994483146135244643.post-4528953980112164540</id><published>2008-12-17T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T04:56:16.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction stories'/><title type='text'>Amerald a heavenly and deadly place - part 4</title><content type='html'>"As you can see here, Amerald is divided into three worlds. Amerald itself have a sky as red as blood but the grass is so peaceful and beautiful. Amerald is for the muderers that I told you before. The second world is Zarelard, it has a beautiful sky, beautiful people, and a beautiful life. Although the people there is very dispicable and can not be trusted by their looks. The last world is for the workers like me. We live in a time, when there is no past and no future to see. The world called Xezaminald that has the black sky." Explained Izara. "Now for your souvenir...." she rubbed her pockets and there are two keys that she hold. One key is white and the other key is black and white. "Becareful, from this world to your world..." she stopped for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" I finally asked her because she is taking too long to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will need to go trough this three worlds. This keychains will help you both... here take it.." she said to us. I took the white key and Tim took the black and white key. We hang it on our hips so it won't get off so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye and so long! Thank you for your visit!!!" she then pulled a rope that made me and Tim fell into the world where the sky is as red as blood. Yes, it is Amerald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Tim what should we do now?" I asked Tim that have been quite for the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoying the trip of course! Anyway, hold on to your keychain... I think it is important..." He said with his glimmering eyes! And believe it or not, his eyes are glimmering with light almost like in the comic books! It is very incredible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay! Let us start the journey now!" I said in a very full of energy and then I got depressed again somehow. "But where should we head for?" I asked Tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the north!" he said suddenly with full power. "There is a message from Izara! Look here!" he said again asking me to join him with his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dear Azaran and Tim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am sorry, I forgot to tell you that you should head north. There will be a gate to the next world there. Here is a map of Amerald, Zarelard, and Xezaminald. And I have given you a compass too. And please keep this letter, I will write to you oftenly to tell you about every information that you needed. Please becareful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;xoxo- Izara Loramalde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is kind of her! Well, let's see! It seems that we should turn right and go on forward. And there will be a gate to the next world! This map is really helpful. Okay Tim, let us go home!" I said with full of my energy.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay..." said Tim with a smile. We then walked along the path to the gate. Not long after that, we found a citizen of Amerald or in other words are murderer.&lt;br /&gt;"You have a smell of innocent people..." he said sniffing around. "You two are not from here, are you?" he continued with his scary looking face. He had a black wavy hair and a scar on his face. He wear an orange jumpsuit and had a name tag that said "&lt;em&gt;I'm Torry, ready to die?&lt;/em&gt;". I looked around us, the other citizens are busy with the robots that Izara explained to us. But this &lt;em&gt;Torry &lt;/em&gt;guy came to us with a knife, just ready to kill us anytime. Especially that he knows we are from another world. Just as I suspected, he is ready to kill us. He take a lead and run towards us. Just as his knife are very close to me and Tim, the key shines! It shined so brightly that this &lt;em&gt;Torry&lt;/em&gt; guy closed his eyes and step back a little. At that time I was surrounded by the light and felt very warm. And I saw Tim surrounded in darkness, but he looked happy just like me. 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