<?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-9531501</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:39:04.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ling's Dream</title><subtitle type='html'>Just want to record my dreams, ehem, you can say healing dreams, as Jung said.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-116409734729113834</id><published>2006-11-21T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:22:27.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Dreams</title><content type='html'>Moved out to a new house, married to someone i don't know, dejavus is all i have in my dreams lately..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7412/668/1600/1355469311(kucing).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7412/668/320/1355469311%28kucing%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-116409734729113834?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/116409734729113834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=116409734729113834' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/116409734729113834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/116409734729113834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2006/11/common-dreams.html' title='Common Dreams'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-115011073697738479</id><published>2006-05-20T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T04:13:15.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident</title><content type='html'>I was in a place where there are so many people, so crowded there. Then the lights suddenly began on and off so fast, then it's off. And i heard a big crashing sound and many people were screaming. I was so afraid then i was up.. i was relieved...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-115011073697738479?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/115011073697738479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=115011073697738479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/115011073697738479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/115011073697738479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2006/05/accident.html' title='Accident'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-114585344538933665</id><published>2006-04-23T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:37:25.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pak Dani, the late driver</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of him at around 3 o'clock coz i accidently woke up and see the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak Dani is our office driver who's died of accident in last October. I just saw him standing behind his two close friends in our office, Giman and Edy. They seems do not know that he's behind them. I wanted to go to reach him but he didn't want and gave me sign to stand on that way and keep silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently I asked how he's doing. He said 'i am so fine, i just came by and want to visit Giman a while. Then i realized that he in fact had died and asked how come he's there, but he has gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-114585344538933665?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/114585344538933665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=114585344538933665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/114585344538933665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/114585344538933665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2006/04/pak-dani-late-driver.html' title='Pak Dani, the late driver'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-113767281767560773</id><published>2006-01-19T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T04:13:37.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another bro or sis?</title><content type='html'>He's a child, around 3 - 4 years old, but he talked like an adult. He said he was my bro (or sis? I dun't remember, i think it's bro) . He said that I might not know about him. But he said he just came by to visit me since he thought I have done something that disagree him and he wanted to critisize me ( I don't remember what it is). I felt angry and ignore him, but his eyes I cannot forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-113767281767560773?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/113767281767560773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=113767281767560773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/113767281767560773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/113767281767560773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-bro-or-sis.html' title='Another bro or sis?'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-112199414760222108</id><published>2005-07-21T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:02:27.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Nightmare!</title><content type='html'>Someone ( I don't remember who) throwed me spiders twice. The second one is so big and scary :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-112199414760222108?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/112199414760222108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=112199414760222108' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/112199414760222108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/112199414760222108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-nightmare.html' title='What a Nightmare!'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-112121245118877215</id><published>2005-07-12T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T16:54:11.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at Photographs</title><content type='html'>I was at my house in Jambi. I realized my time is quite tight. Then i started going around the house. Then i glanced at some albums of photographs and opened them. It's felt so happy at those time in the pictures. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-112121245118877215?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/112121245118877215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=112121245118877215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/112121245118877215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/112121245118877215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2005/07/looking-at-photographs.html' title='Looking at Photographs'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-112043835612106875</id><published>2005-07-03T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T17:52:36.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somone's Death</title><content type='html'>Got a news from a colleague that my boss had passed away. I was shocked. I cried and cried alot. Then I saw his wife. I hugged his wife very tight to show my condolences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-112043835612106875?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/112043835612106875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=112043835612106875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/112043835612106875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/112043835612106875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2005/07/somones-death.html' title='Somone&apos;s Death'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-111863094433964918</id><published>2005-06-12T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T19:49:04.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My self-inconfidence is back!</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to my school, along with my sister, in the middle of the way, there was flood in front of the road so that we had to ride a yacht to reach our school. My sis looked so beautiful in her pinkish orange dress, and i was in a mess look. While we're on our way to the place, i heard some people said that my sis was really an angel.. and i was just a rubbish.. i felt sad a bit but ignored the feeling then and just struggled through the flood. When i arrived at the place, i lost everything i had brought, just left with my shirt and pants, which were in very very wet condition. Even my shoes were lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-111863094433964918?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/111863094433964918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=111863094433964918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/111863094433964918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/111863094433964918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-self-inconfidence-is-back.html' title='My self-inconfidence is back!'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-111659035565829972</id><published>2005-05-20T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T04:59:15.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>I was married to someone i don't know. He's chinese, 10 cm taller than i am, he looks calm. But i was not happy, coz i had to move to another city to follow him. So, i tried to find an escape or divorce. I am afraid of her mother so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-111659035565829972?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/111659035565829972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=111659035565829972' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/111659035565829972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/111659035565829972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2005/05/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-111378342878210528</id><published>2005-04-17T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:17:08.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chased</title><content type='html'>It's stange. I was a man. I had been in a escape from 3 men who were trying to kill me. I ran into a very primitive village where there were only old people i could only see in my escape. One of them helped me hiding in his house, in a basket for exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally the three men got me and they shot me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-111378342878210528?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/111378342878210528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=111378342878210528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/111378342878210528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/111378342878210528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2005/04/chased.html' title='Chased'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-111244979050374649</id><published>2005-04-02T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T05:49:50.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams in GP hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;First night:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my dad, he just hugged me so tight and i cried alot and didn't want to let him leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second night:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet six guys, most of them are white, they said they were killed behind the hotel area and three of them were deadly sunk in a river and the others were cruelly abused to death. They pointed to one guy, but I felt so afraid of this guy since i knew their stories. They said he just wanted to get them keep silent about something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-111244979050374649?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/111244979050374649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=111244979050374649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/111244979050374649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/111244979050374649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2005/04/dreams-in-gp-hotel.html' title='Dreams in GP hotel'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-111041659120291545</id><published>2005-03-09T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T17:03:11.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some friends</title><content type='html'>I was in a house, saw my SK friend, Anto, he sat in the middle of the room, his face looked a little bid pink or red.. he seemed shy. And I saw my other SK friend, Anie, she's quarelling with Esther, my university friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-111041659120291545?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/111041659120291545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=111041659120291545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/111041659120291545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/111041659120291545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-friends.html' title='Some friends'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-111007381249185594</id><published>2005-03-05T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T17:50:12.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>I was on a stage where many people were watching me. Then I noticed there were some juries at the very far place from the stage, however their voices were so clear. And one of them asked me whether I can pray and I answered yes. Then he asked me to pray 'Our father' pray in bahasa Indonesia. I started praying but dunno why i cannot remember the words after 'Berilah kami rejeki hari ini'. And I kept silent and some of the people looked so dissappointment and I felt so uneasy. There's one friend of mine among the people (cannot remember who) and he shouted 'hey, i heard that you like to sing, then, just sing the prayer'. I begin to sing the Lords Prayer in Barbara Streisand version heuehue but still i couldnot remember the rest parts after 'Bring us this day our daily bread'.. I felt so ashamed and sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-111007381249185594?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/111007381249185594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=111007381249185594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/111007381249185594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/111007381249185594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2005/03/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-110583552336932025</id><published>2005-01-15T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T16:32:03.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why dreams?</title><content type='html'>"God is a metaphor for that which trancends all levels of intellectual thought"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be no reseaonable doubt that there is an unconscious dimension in the human psyche (Greek meaning soul) or mind/ ego personality. We frequently find ourselves doing things that we did not consciously intend and that may even contradict our conscious intentions. The reasons for these actions may not be immediately apparent, but everything has a cause. If, therefore, the causes of these actions - their motives - are not conscious, they can only be unconscious. Whatever other functions dreams may have, their most important function is to reveal what is going on in your unconscious mind, the unconscious depths of your self. To ignore your dreams is, therefore, to refuse the self-acknowldge that is key to true happeniness, the key to inner peace and joy, the removal of the tension that is a sympton of inner conflict, the solving of your personal problems and the establishing of a more richly satisfying mode of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Jung --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-110583552336932025?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/110583552336932025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=110583552336932025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110583552336932025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110583552336932025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-dreams.html' title='Why dreams?'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-110509846707903974</id><published>2005-01-07T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T03:47:47.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owing people's money</title><content type='html'>It was so scary.. Everybody's looking for me coz i owed them so much money.. I even couldn't figure out how i could pay them. I didn't want to do and just stood still.. and ... thinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-110509846707903974?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/110509846707903974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=110509846707903974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110509846707903974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110509846707903974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2005/01/owing-peoples-money.html' title='Owing people&apos;s money'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-110454271931234277</id><published>2004-12-31T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T17:25:19.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend's moving out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-110454271931234277?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/110454271931234277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=110454271931234277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110454271931234277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110454271931234277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2004/12/friends-moving-out.html' title='Friend&apos;s moving out'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-110445562790337231</id><published>2004-12-30T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T17:13:47.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone</title><content type='html'>Someone's watching me sleeping in front of my room's door. I am too tired to see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-110445562790337231?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/110445562790337231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=110445562790337231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110445562790337231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110445562790337231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2004/12/someone_30.html' title='Someone'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-110438928234226895</id><published>2004-12-29T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T22:48:02.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation</title><content type='html'>I met Aphing.. missed her so much.. she seems so healthly. she told me something about my friend, Einny and Gun. She told me that they quarreled all the times and asked me to do something. And, at that time, Einny has left Gun for someone else. Confused hah? Coz i am not close to both of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-110438928234226895?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/110438928234226895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=110438928234226895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110438928234226895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110438928234226895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2004/12/separation.html' title='Separation'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-110428591564843957</id><published>2004-12-28T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T18:05:15.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's got so hard to do</title><content type='html'>I was in my auntie's house in Plg in the afternoon time, and my friends had called me few times for one meeting. Later on i thought i had to book one flight ticket back to Jkt for that night. My auntie said 'hold on, i'll join ur trip to Jkt, we'll go together, but i have to look for something first'. Then i waited for her wandering her housing looking for something. It took too long for me that i thought i couldn't wait anymore. I asked my cousin whether he could take me to the airport and unfortunately he said he had his vehicle repaired. Then i decided to leave my auntie and went to airport by myself. Ten minutes walking, suddenly i just remembered that i hadn't told my auntie and uncle 'bout my leaving their house. I went back but the roads were so different now. I was lost. I decided to reach the airport first and would call them rightaway i arrived there. I asked one tukang becak to take me to airport, but he seems ignoring me. Then I felt so upset and just walked to airport. The more i walked, the road went steadily upward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-110428591564843957?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/110428591564843957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=110428591564843957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110428591564843957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110428591564843957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2004/12/everythings-got-so-hard-to-do.html' title='Everything&apos;s got so hard to do'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-110419518261242936</id><published>2004-12-27T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T16:53:02.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 'Very Nice' Customer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a little shop, with one assistant. She was a cute small girl. Some men came and asked for some products i didn't sell. Furthermore, we had 'very nice' talks. But one minute they've gone, my assistant blamed me for what happened and try to catch them back. When i headed back of my shop, i saw so many dirty dishes then i cleaned them, with a very sorrowful feeling, of course.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-110419518261242936?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/110419518261242936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=110419518261242936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110419518261242936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110419518261242936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2004/12/very-nice-customer.html' title='A &apos;Very Nice&apos; Customer'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-110402839325735055</id><published>2004-12-26T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T16:50:26.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone</title><content type='html'>Last night I just dreamed about someone named Chandra Gupta, who is it? my old friend? He helped me on something now i cannot remember. How forgotful i am. Maybe i have read that name on somewhere then it was flashed back to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-110402839325735055?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/110402839325735055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=110402839325735055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110402839325735055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110402839325735055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2004/12/someone.html' title='Someone'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-110384821468608089</id><published>2004-12-23T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T16:30:14.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was on a trip to Jambi with Mar, Lin, and Eddy L, visit schools, it was so different and beautiful, but behind the school, there was also a yard of cemetery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was in a hurry to office, met Andy H with his car. He asked for my help to find one street. I agreed then i went helping him. After we found the street, I just realized that i was too late then i used 'ojek' to take me to office. When i arrived, it's was not an office actually, it was a class where there's someone i know but cannot remember teaching that class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So messy.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-110384821468608089?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/110384821468608089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=110384821468608089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110384821468608089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110384821468608089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-road.html' title='On the Road'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-110378539776043061</id><published>2004-12-22T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:03:17.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Order</title><content type='html'>Order 'nasi campur' in Es Teler 77, but what i got is 'nasi kuah' :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-110378539776043061?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/110378539776043061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=110378539776043061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110378539776043061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110378539776043061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2004/12/wrong-order.html' title='Wrong Order'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-110367928245669080</id><published>2004-12-21T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T17:34:42.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Back To Childhood Memories&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I was at about primary or junior high  school time, in my house. I saw my mom just came from B city, and she complained about the messy in our house and how lazy i was. She started sweeping and cleaning the floor, the bathroom, and etc. She seems so tired but i could not deny the high spirits she had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-- I love you so much, mom, you've struggled so much for our life. I will never forget it. Thank you, mom. --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-110367928245669080?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/110367928245669080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=110367928245669080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110367928245669080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110367928245669080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-to-childhood-memoriesi-was-at.html' title=''/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-110362168851595496</id><published>2004-12-21T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T01:40:48.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tk421.net/character/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #f8f8ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #f8f8ff; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #f8f8ff; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #f8f8ff" height="233" alt="Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?" src="http://www.tk421.net/character/aragorn.jpg" width="191" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aragorn. Putting your appointed path ahead of any inner conflicts, you make your own rules for the benefit of all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If my life or death I can protect you, I will"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aragorn is a character in the Middle-Earth universe. There is a description of him at TheOneRing.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My point of view: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ow, really..i don't think so, but i think like all other people in this world, i'll do the best for everyone i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-110362168851595496?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/110362168851595496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=110362168851595496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110362168851595496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110362168851595496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2004/12/aragorn.html' title=''/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9531501.post-110351878812639830</id><published>2004-12-19T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T20:59:48.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting old friend</title><content type='html'>I met one old friend, Tenny, he was my classmate, hardly talked to him at that time, though we always used the same rental cars and class. He was just the same, he came with one young man, who claimed his cousin's (wiyandi, my close classmates too) brother. Three of us just talked happily together about our past memories and other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9531501-110351878812639830?l=dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/feeds/110351878812639830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9531501&amp;postID=110351878812639830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110351878812639830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9531501/posts/default/110351878812639830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-of-ling.blogspot.com/2004/12/meeting-old-friend.html' title='Meeting old friend'/><author><name>anastasianani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11746270665768826638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2nyEQgZ_1As/SIhIWoukXeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H3dr6G9R9Is/S220/Me-in+eyeglasses-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
