<?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-5188863</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:29:44.577-06:00</updated><category term='sweet'/><category term='story'/><category term='tale'/><category term='fairy'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='happy'/><category term='love'/><category term='book'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>..Dhania's Journal..</title><subtitle type='html'>The Never Ending Story, Thoughts, and Wonders...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-5614319790834007074</id><published>2009-01-26T21:29:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:08:23.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pasar Kaget" in America</title><summary type='text'>Who would have thought you can find what so called pasar kaget in America? That's what occurs at Eastern Market every weekend, where the registered early birds gather to sell their products on the sidewalks and streetbetween North Carolina Avenue and 7th in Washington, D.C. Just like a regular pasar kaget, you can find anything from your basic daily needs to tertier needs and unique items from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/5614319790834007074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=5614319790834007074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/5614319790834007074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/5614319790834007074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2009/01/pasar-kaget-in-america.html' title='&quot;Pasar Kaget&quot; in America'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-3377847823401426714</id><published>2008-08-25T22:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:02:49.000-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><summary type='text'>Dear Friends,I'm back! After a very long hiatus. But guess what? I found my new favorite book, which I'm going to keep and read everyday, all my life. This book is very different than any other books, just like each person has a different path in life. At first I thought I would never find a book this good, but that's because I chose not to look for one. But then I said, "hey, why don't I give it</summary><link rel='related' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/09/aku-masih-mencari.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/3377847823401426714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=3377847823401426714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/3377847823401426714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/3377847823401426714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-4223707767155184445</id><published>2006-09-19T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:02:58.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Translation</title><summary type='text'>I remember when I was younger, I found that it was very easy to say "I love you." The question is, how hard is it to say those three little words? I remembered that people use to say those words all the time, even in their early stage of relationship, means on their first day when they declare their "official relationship!" So what? You care about somebody so that means you also love that person.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/4223707767155184445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=4223707767155184445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/4223707767155184445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/4223707767155184445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2006/09/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost in Translation'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-115853739831764274</id><published>2006-09-17T14:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T17:56:38.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in DC</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since I wrote my last post. Some things have changed. Aside from graduating from school, moving for a job, being away from him, reuniting with my bestfriend (though only for a couple of months), life's been pretty interesting, I must say. Loaded with ups and downs, but hey, that's life I guess.I moved to DC last February to work as a contractor at a broadcasting agency. I do a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/115853739831764274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=115853739831764274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/115853739831764274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/115853739831764274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-in-dc.html' title='Life in DC'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-113392976059073809</id><published>2005-12-06T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:29:20.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path Less Traveled</title><summary type='text'>Someone offered me to take the path less traveled. I said, "No, thank you," because I can feel happiness at the end of the path that I'm going through right now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/113392976059073809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=113392976059073809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/113392976059073809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/113392976059073809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/12/path-less-traveled.html' title='The Path Less Traveled'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-112563977226519566</id><published>2005-09-01T23:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:42:52.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when things do not fall exactly where you want them to fall. when everything's going well but you still feel there's something missing. when home is not as friendly as you think it is. when you feel like saying more things but your heart is telling you not to. when your blue is stronger than your other colors. it's just one of those days. what would you do to fix me?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/112563977226519566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=112563977226519566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112563977226519566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112563977226519566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-things-do-not-fall-exactly-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-112293782543359086</id><published>2005-08-28T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T00:19:49.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is True Love Fact, Fiction, or Something in Between?"</title><summary type='text'>What is true love? And does it really exist?You fall in love too many times without knowing which one is the actual true love. You keep saying, "this is the one" every time you fall in love, without actually feeling the true love itself. After a while you're getting tired of it, because you realize that every time you fall in love, your relationship never lasts.And why is that? Is there really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/112293782543359086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=112293782543359086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112293782543359086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112293782543359086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-true-love-fact-fiction-or-something.html' title='&quot;Is True Love Fact, Fiction, or Something in Between?&quot;'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-112253383073971824</id><published>2005-07-28T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T01:03:41.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Words</title><summary type='text'>"You and I are connected in a way that goes beyond romance, beyond friendship, beyond what we've ever had before. It has defied time, distance, and changes in ourselves and in our lives. And it has defied every explanation except one: purely and simply, we're soul mates. I can't explain it. I just feel it. It's there in the way my spirit subtly lifts whenever we talk, how the sound of your voice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/112253383073971824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=112253383073971824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112253383073971824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112253383073971824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/07/beautiful-words.html' title='Beautiful Words'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-112249630857868065</id><published>2005-07-27T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T14:33:20.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I may, I wish I might..</title><summary type='text'>Today's my birthday. Yay! I'm grateful to be here in life today and feel how's it like to be 24. Thanks to all my friends for their wonderful wishes and presents. I, myself, have my own wish. It's a simple wish with a lot of meaning. I'm not asking for anything but the wish I wish today.I wish I may, I wish I might..have this wish I wish today...(amin).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/112249630857868065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=112249630857868065' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112249630857868065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112249630857868065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-wish-i-may-i-wish-i-might.html' title='I wish I may, I wish I might..'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-112210302373739386</id><published>2005-07-23T01:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T22:28:09.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Modern Romance</title><summary type='text'>"If you believe in love at first sight, you never stop looking."Hello Stranger...I said that to myself when our eyes met. I can feel the sparks. I can sense the connection. Is this a love at first sight? Is there really such a thing as love at first sight?I guess the quote from the movie "Closer" above says it all. You will never stop seeking for true love if you keep looking at people on the </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/closer/index.html' title='The Truth About Modern Romance'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/112210302373739386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=112210302373739386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112210302373739386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112210302373739386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/07/truth-about-modern-romance_23.html' title='The Truth About Modern Romance'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-112136818740108389</id><published>2005-07-15T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:59:12.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulmates - Do they really exist?</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes in a relationship we question ourselves whether or not our partners are our soulmates. We feel the connection and love between each other that we sometimes try to convince ourselves that we have found our soulmates. But then, not all relationships work out perfectly like in fairy tales. Things happen here and there, and when things are starting to fall apart, we realize that our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/112136818740108389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=112136818740108389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112136818740108389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112136818740108389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/07/soulmates-do-they-really-exist.html' title='Soulmates - Do they really exist?'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-112072621872098650</id><published>2005-07-07T02:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T02:51:41.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a little note</title><summary type='text'>"And every time I close my eyesI thank the Lord that I've got youAnd you've got me tooAnd every time I think of itI pinch myself 'cause I don't believe it's trueThat someone like you loves me too..."(Every Time I Close My Eyes - Babyface)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/112072621872098650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=112072621872098650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112072621872098650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112072621872098650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/07/little-note.html' title='a little note'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-112002982254110791</id><published>2005-06-29T01:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T01:24:33.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Feels Like Home</title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday, baby :)"Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myselfMakes me wanna lose myself, in your armsThere's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fastHope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life"(Feels Like Home - Chantal Kreviazuk)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/112002982254110791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=112002982254110791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112002982254110791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/112002982254110791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-feels-like-home.html' title='It Feels Like Home'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-111934191867700710</id><published>2005-06-21T01:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T02:22:13.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Waiting to Happen</title><summary type='text'>They say that your dreams will come true when the time's right. They say that you'll know when he comes along. They say that you'll really feel it when the moment's right. They say that you'll know when the mourning period is over. They say that your heart will definitely lead you to the right path. It's like something waiting to happen. And I'm glad that it actually happens.  Found my ox..and he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/111934191867700710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=111934191867700710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111934191867700710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111934191867700710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/06/something-waiting-to-happen.html' title='Something Waiting to Happen'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-111846242981904878</id><published>2005-06-13T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T19:23:37.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing Between Two Different Paths</title><summary type='text'>There's always a time in your life when you have to choose between two paths. To me, this is one of the most overwhelming situations. You spend hours and hours thinking about which path you should follow. You often wonder what will happen if you choose the first path instead of the second. Will it make your life different? Will it make you happier? Or it will only make you regret about the whole </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/111846242981904878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=111846242981904878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111846242981904878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111846242981904878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/06/choosing-between-two-different-paths.html' title='Choosing Between Two Different Paths'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-111821021205309398</id><published>2005-06-07T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:28:35.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How soon is too soon?</title><summary type='text'>People say we should think before we act or speak. Never act or speak too soon. Otherwise you will regret it in the end. Regret is not only a strong word, but also something that no one ever wants to experience. However, sometimes you just never know whether something is too soon or not until it actually happens. The question is, how soon is too soon? In my dictionary, there's no such thing as "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/111821021205309398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=111821021205309398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111821021205309398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111821021205309398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-soon-is-too-soon.html' title='How soon is too soon?'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-111812466045989014</id><published>2005-06-07T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:11:00.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear you..</title><summary type='text'>it's only been 2 weeks. definitely sweet and very charming. the feelings i have are far beyond belief. thanks for everything and thanks for being you..current playlist:* Ten2five - You* From Autumn to Ashes - Autumn Monologues* Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter* Mazzy Star - Fade in to You* U2 - Sometimes You Can't Make it on Your Own* The Sundays - Wild Horses</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/111812466045989014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=111812466045989014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111812466045989014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111812466045989014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/06/dear-you.html' title='Dear you..'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-111759737096579633</id><published>2005-05-31T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:34:26.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>about the rooster (1981)</title><summary type='text'>All eyes are on you when you enter a room. You love to attract attention and admiration where ever you are. You like to be organized and keep everything neat. This includes all of your personal items as well as your social life. When it comes to planning or organizing anything, you like to be the boss.Your intelligence is a much-admired quality. You are a quick thinker, practical and always seem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/111759737096579633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=111759737096579633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111759737096579633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111759737096579633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/05/about-rooster-1981.html' title='about the rooster (1981)'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-111740381477211181</id><published>2005-05-29T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T15:58:09.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>speed of sound</title><summary type='text'>There is a point in your life when you're not sure about what you're doing. This is when you know that if you just follow your heart, you will find a new adventure. You can smell the excitement of this new adventure before it even begins. You're nervous. You want more. You're trying to satisfy your curiousity, though you're not sure what you're gonna get in the end. How long before I get inBefore</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/111740381477211181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=111740381477211181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111740381477211181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111740381477211181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/05/speed-of-sound.html' title='speed of sound'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-111721245697394843</id><published>2005-05-27T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T10:51:41.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we're just ordinary people</title><summary type='text'>wednesday night. still sweet. crash. pink. blue. june. cancer. leo. sick. flyers. saturday. 5 pm. thursday night. phone call at 9:51 pm. the blower's daughter. music. movies. downloading. keyboard. blacklight. alfie. 23 not 26. saturday. good night. 01:07:35."We're just ordinary people, we don't know which way to go." (John Legend - Ordinary people)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/111721245697394843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=111721245697394843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111721245697394843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111721245697394843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/05/were-just-ordinary-people.html' title='we&apos;re just ordinary people'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-111688988264819759</id><published>2005-05-23T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T20:04:12.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary...</title><summary type='text'>Today, I feel like writing to you rather than just talking. I just wanna say that finally, I can feel myself starting to smile again on the inside after a year of mourning if you know what I mean. A year of pretending hasn't been that easy, though I'm surprise that I survive. It all went by so fast, but I can't complain. Though I don't feel like looking back, I know that I've learned a lot. I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/111688988264819759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=111688988264819759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111688988264819759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111688988264819759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/05/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary...'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-111678719672567751</id><published>2005-05-22T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T14:05:55.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm spoiled...</title><summary type='text'>M. flowers. dinner. love movies. closer. starbucks. the interpreter. sweet. i'm spoiled..can't stop smiling :)"Why can't I breathe whenever I think about youWhy can't I speak whenever I talk about you"(Why Can't I - Liz Phair)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/111678719672567751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=111678719672567751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111678719672567751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111678719672567751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-spoiled.html' title='i&apos;m spoiled...'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-111526208243241414</id><published>2005-05-04T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:01:22.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you</title><summary type='text'>"If I love you this much, and I'm not the one for you, then the one for you will be everything I am; and everything I'm not." (unknown)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/111526208243241414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=111526208243241414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111526208243241414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111526208243241414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-love-you.html' title='i love you'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-111518046847484668</id><published>2005-05-03T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:21:08.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finding love</title><summary type='text'>Two movies...Alfie and closer. Jude Law was amazingly gorgeous and sexy. Both stories relate to one purpose. Finding love. Though he ended up with nobody in those movies, he might had learned how to love and find love.What is love anyway? People said the "i love you" words so many times, which makes the words less and less powerful. I fell in love so many times and I've said the "i love you" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/111518046847484668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=111518046847484668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111518046847484668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111518046847484668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/05/finding-love.html' title='finding love'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-111091848113203180</id><published>2005-03-15T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T13:28:01.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah..</title><summary type='text'>he's so close, yet so far...he's nice...he's awesome...he has his own elements spinned through the beats of satisfaction...he's not mine...cause he's taken(unknown)sadis..huehuhe..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/111091848113203180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=111091848113203180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111091848113203180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111091848113203180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/03/blah.html' title='blah..'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-111031023489107996</id><published>2005-03-08T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T13:06:45.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of my life</title><summary type='text'>Gosh..it's been a while since I wrote a real post here. Although I have so much to do right now, I feel like sharing something. That will be the story of my life :) Though, I wrote about some of these events sometimes ago, I just had to share them again.I was born on July 27, 1981. Growing up in a small family with my mom, dad, and my sister, I have always been the quiet one, but none of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/111031023489107996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=111031023489107996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111031023489107996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/111031023489107996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/03/story-of-my-life.html' title='The story of my life'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-110853605939104806</id><published>2005-02-15T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T00:46:44.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little note</title><summary type='text'>no matter how hard i try, he just stands there and keeps quiet. i should have remembered this, because i know you so well..i think :) do you notice or do you not?Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mournersParading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with waterMaybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrongBut tonight you're on my mind so you never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/110853605939104806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=110853605939104806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110853605939104806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110853605939104806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/02/little-note.html' title='a little note'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-110592393270721672</id><published>2005-01-16T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:09:20.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am..</title><summary type='text'>I am who I am todayI am a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a niece, a cousin, a student and a friendI am 23 and still my daddy's little girlI am pink, blue and sensitive tanI am CSUI am far away from home, family, friends, and love onesI am in love with diversityI am looking for acceptance and I am seeking for peaceI am loving and caringI am wanting to be loved and I am still waiting for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/110592393270721672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=110592393270721672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110592393270721672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110592393270721672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am.html' title='I am..'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-110567684683598046</id><published>2005-01-13T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:52:12.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>expecting the impossible </title><summary type='text'>Am I expecting something that's impossible?Impossible for me to have?Where is this going?I have so many questions in my mind that I'm even afraid to say.One of my greatest gifts has been taken away.How's he doing? I wonder.."kulepas semua yang kuinginkantak akan kuulangimaafkan jika kau kusayangidan bila kumenantipernahkah engkau coba mengertilihatlah ku di sinimungkinkah jika </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/110567684683598046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=110567684683598046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110567684683598046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110567684683598046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/01/expecting-impossible.html' title='expecting the impossible '/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-110546022227930852</id><published>2005-01-11T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T09:17:02.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect dream</title><summary type='text'>I close my eyes and I see myself five years from now. I'm walking in a big studio, wearing a very professional looking outfit with a name tag hanging around my neck. I'm carrying a script..it's a script for a show and I'm directing the show. It's already the end of the day and we finish our shoot early and everything is perfect. Somebody shouts, "It's a wrap!" and everybody claps. I walk out the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/110546022227930852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=110546022227930852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110546022227930852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110546022227930852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/01/perfect-dream.html' title='the perfect dream'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-110545335183955956</id><published>2005-01-11T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T07:34:54.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quote that makes you go "aww"</title><summary type='text'>From "Never been kissed:"Josey: That thing, that moment. When you kiss someone and everything around you becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person; and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life.For the 5th time in my dreams, I could finally feel it again. What is going on?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/110545335183955956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=110545335183955956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110545335183955956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110545335183955956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/01/quote-that-makes-you-go-aww.html' title='A quote that makes you go &quot;aww&quot;'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-110530612944918174</id><published>2005-01-09T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T14:28:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saddest goodbye</title><summary type='text'>There he went..can't believe he's leaving for good. This place will never be the same again. It's only been a couple hours and I miss him already. I spent my last three and a half years and share everything with you and I regret that I still complain sometimes. I'm sorry..that's all I can say. I lost you once and I knew since then my life would never be the same. And now you're not even here. Is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/110530612944918174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=110530612944918174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110530612944918174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110530612944918174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2005/01/saddest-goodbye.html' title='saddest goodbye'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-110075259012147286</id><published>2004-11-17T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T21:59:31.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in signs? </title><summary type='text'>Are they something that we should really think about? What if the signs are trying to tell or lead you to something? Sometimes we just don't pay attention to this kind of thing, but you never know. I know that some of the things in my life that I've never considered as signs are actually signs, good signs. Maybe I'm just being weird, but it's true. I just never think about it after it actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/110075259012147286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=110075259012147286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110075259012147286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/110075259012147286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/11/do-you-believe-in-signs.html' title='Do you believe in signs? '/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109997541153217278</id><published>2004-11-08T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:42:31.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whom to trust?</title><summary type='text'>Seseorang bertanya kepadaku, siapa sih yang bisa kamu bilang teman atau sahabat? aku hanya bisa menggelengkan kepala karena aku sendiri tidak yakin akan jawabannya. Sahabatku banyak...sepertinya. Mereka semua tersebar di bumi ini, ada yang di belahan bumi bagian timur dan ada yang di belahan bumi bagian barat. Lalu dia bertanya lagi. Sebatas apa sih kamu melihat seseorang sebagai sahabat? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109997541153217278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109997541153217278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109997541153217278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109997541153217278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/11/whom-to-trust.html' title='whom to trust?'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109927942000445317</id><published>2004-10-31T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T20:23:40.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><summary type='text'>"There’s always that one person that will always have your heartYou never see it coming cause you’re blinded from the startKnow that you’re that one for me it’s clear for everyone to seeOoh baby (you will always be my boo)"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109927942000445317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109927942000445317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109927942000445317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109927942000445317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109893513538239641</id><published>2004-10-27T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T21:51:03.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ini salah..itu salah..jadi harus gimana? if you were me, you would know how I feel. cape..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109893513538239641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109893513538239641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109893513538239641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109893513538239641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/10/ini-salah.html' title=''/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109882953943468602</id><published>2004-10-26T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:39:55.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To sing or not to sing</title><summary type='text'>lol. This whole Ashlee Simpson thing makes me wanna laugh. What happened to her? Okay, here is the story. She performed at the Saturday Night Live show last week and when she was going to start her second song, she was caught lipsyncing!! Her recorded voice from her first song came out live and her band continued playing that song, which wasn't supposed to be played. She started doing the silly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109882953943468602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109882953943468602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109882953943468602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109882953943468602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-sing-or-not-to-sing.html' title='To sing or not to sing'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109841609895974441</id><published>2004-10-21T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T21:34:58.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...</title><summary type='text'>Lyrics of the day: Nelly - Over and over"Now that I’ve realizedThat I’m going downFrom all this pain you put me throughEvery time I close my eyes I lock it downI can’t go on not loving you"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109841609895974441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109841609895974441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109841609895974441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109841609895974441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday...'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109824719068514365</id><published>2004-10-19T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T22:55:18.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Switchfoot</title><summary type='text'>Gosh, my mind's everywhere. I couldn't believe that I didn't write anything about my weekend, because me and Puma got a chance to go to Denver to watch Switchfoot live! I love that band. It was at the Paramount Theatre. It was fun, except there were so many high schoolers with their parents! Oh well! There were two opening bands, one of them was called The Format or something. They were awesome. </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.switchfoot.com' title='Switchfoot'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109824719068514365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109824719068514365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109824719068514365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109824719068514365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/10/switchfoot.html' title='Switchfoot'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109812373229808668</id><published>2004-10-18T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T21:06:14.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Confusion</title><summary type='text'>I watched Runaway Bride last night for the gazzilion time and came across a quote from Maggie Carpenter, which made my tears fell from my eyes..hiks..hiks..lol =PIt goes like this:"Look, I guarantee that we'll have tough times. And I guarantee that at some point, one or both of us will want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine I'll regret it for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109812373229808668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109812373229808668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109812373229808668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109812373229808668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/10/state-of-confusion.html' title='State of Confusion'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109773520442249566</id><published>2004-10-14T01:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:31:26.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marhaban Ya Ramadhan</title><summary type='text'>Selamat menunaikan ibadah puasa 1425 H bagi yang melaksanakan.Mohon maaf lahir dan bathin.Semoga puasanya lancar2 semuanya. Amien-Dhania-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109773520442249566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109773520442249566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109773520442249566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109773520442249566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/10/marhaban-ya-ramadhan.html' title='Marhaban Ya Ramadhan'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109763385663150201</id><published>2004-10-12T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T20:17:36.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Quote</title><summary type='text'>"In this life I'm not looking for someone that I can live with, but I'm looking for someone that I can't live without."That's a really touching quote. If i were going to play devil's advocate here, what if..you find someone that you can't live without, and that someone feels the same way, but you just can't be together? What would you do?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109763385663150201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109763385663150201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109763385663150201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109763385663150201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/10/good-quote.html' title='Good Quote'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109755796580508384</id><published>2004-10-11T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T23:35:18.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My life colors</title><summary type='text'>I took this test from a book called, "Life Colors," by Pamala Oslie. The two colors that turn out really strong in my aura are sensitive tan and blue. It's funny because I've always love blue since I was little. Everything that my parents got me from glue to my clothes are bluish in color, because they know that blue's my favorite color. But, sensitive tan? I don't understand it at first. I don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109755796580508384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109755796580508384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109755796580508384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109755796580508384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-life-colors.html' title='My life colors'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109746414849986640</id><published>2004-10-10T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T21:41:45.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My stories</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I look back over my life and think about everything that's happened, which always makes me smile :) Let me share you some stories:I was deeply in love with my bestfriends' boyfriends. Okay, there were two of them, and the boyfriends were my bestfriends too. It was a long time ago and nothing really happened, though, 'coz I knew that I would be in trouble! As I think about it, I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109746414849986640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109746414849986640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109746414849986640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109746414849986640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-stories.html' title='My stories'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109642186764905633</id><published>2004-09-28T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T19:50:50.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do, so little time</title><summary type='text'>Aaarrgghhh!! I just need to scream for a second. I have so many things going on right now. Then you'll be thinking, "Why are you blogging right now?" Hmm..I don't know..just need some time to relax, I guess. Here is my "to do" list for this week:Finish my newsletter assignment (I'm in page 3 now! One more to go).Finish the diversity trek calendar for work and print it.Take home exam for one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109642186764905633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109642186764905633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109642186764905633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109642186764905633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do, so little time'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109622220059702585</id><published>2004-09-26T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T12:25:55.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Rocks</title><summary type='text'>I just had the best weekend ever! Well, probably not the best, but still the greatest :) We went to see Norah Jones concert on Friday night at one of the most beautiful venues ever, Red Rocks Amphitheatre. It was just amazing. The place was amazing, the scenery was gorgeous. You can see the city of Denver, the lights, from the top. The concert started with an opening artist, Amos Lee. I had to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109622220059702585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109622220059702585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109622220059702585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109622220059702585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/09/red-rocks.html' title='Red Rocks'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109600614273869843</id><published>2004-09-23T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T00:09:02.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>daily routine</title><summary type='text'>Almost every day around 6 p.m. I pass this field in front of the health center at CSU. There are always people playing lacrosse, shouting and cheering gibberish words that I can't even understand.  Almost every night around 9 p.m. I pass another field in front of the rec center at CSU. There are always people playing softball and soccer. I think they are some kind of signs, telling me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109600614273869843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109600614273869843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109600614273869843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109600614273869843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/09/daily-routine.html' title='daily routine'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109581160731239226</id><published>2004-09-21T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T21:08:27.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Last Day of Summer...</title><summary type='text'>...and it has been cold and raining all day. Hiks...Summer went really fast. I skipped my copy-editing class today and ended up working its homework. We have to create a design for either a four page newsletter or a front-page of a newspaper. I haven't finished it yet, but at least I'm in the second page now. Anyway, Aliya told me to put our New York weekend getaway story in my blog, so I guess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109581160731239226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109581160731239226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109581160731239226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109581160731239226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-last-day-of-summer.html' title='It&apos;s the Last Day of Summer...'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109574005450847692</id><published>2004-09-20T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T23:12:28.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>aku masih mencari</title><summary type='text'>selesai sudah...ku baru saja menutup buku yang terindah yang pernah kubacaberlembar-lembar cerita telah kulewaticerita indah yang penuh dengan cinta...tangisan...amarah dan segala macam lika-liku kehidupansering kali ku termenung..mengingat cerita-cerita yang kubaca terkadang kutersenyum..terkadang kumenangis dibuatnyaterkadang kuingin tuk kembali membacanya dari halaman pertamatetapi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109574005450847692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109574005450847692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109574005450847692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109574005450847692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/09/aku-masih-mencari.html' title='aku masih mencari'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109444435862814452</id><published>2004-09-05T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T22:19:18.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Lose You - Ten2Five</title><summary type='text'>Baby listen to meI want you to tell me the truthStop being an actorDon't put my love into your gameCan't you see I love you more than you knowCan't you see I'm trying to be honestDon't deny me, I know it won't last foreverDon't argue me, your reason is not enough to make meBelieve in everything you did'Cause I'm ready to lose youAnd I'm ready to let you goSo I'm ready to live </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109444435862814452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109444435862814452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109444435862814452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109444435862814452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/09/ready-to-lose-you-ten2five.html' title='Ready to Lose You - Ten2Five'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109331969454598798</id><published>2004-08-23T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:59:57.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Reality Shows..?</title><summary type='text'>Where have I been? I've been around..working as usual. We had RAM Welcome, a two-week programs for new and returning students at CSU. The programs include carnival and other interesting events. The carnival was on Thursday. It was supposed to be an outdoor event, but because of the weather, they moved it inside the Moby arena. Moby arena is a place where we have athletic events, such as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109331969454598798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109331969454598798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109331969454598798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109331969454598798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/08/addicted-to-reality-shows.html' title='Addicted to Reality Shows..?'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109260408092149156</id><published>2004-08-15T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T16:00:11.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy..Busy..Busy</title><summary type='text'>I'm at the library. Blogging. I was supposed to finish my research proposal, but I guess it wouldn't happen. It's almost done, but I still have some parts that are missing. So, here I am, sitting at the library..listening to my mp3s.Anyway, I've been really busy this week and will be busy again next week. Why? We have trainings almost everyday for residence life at csu with all the RAs (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109260408092149156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109260408092149156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109260408092149156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109260408092149156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/08/busybusybusy.html' title='Busy..Busy..Busy'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109218299641470435</id><published>2004-08-10T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T14:21:26.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Married at age 23</title><summary type='text'>lol. That used to be my dream since I was in high school. I want to get married at a young age. The reason? I think it will be fun to grow older with your children. My mom got married when she was 23. My two bestfriends who are at the same age as me are married and one has a baby on the way. Those are probably the other reasons. How young is to young to get married anyway? I just turned 23 two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109218299641470435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109218299641470435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109218299641470435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109218299641470435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/08/married-at-age-23.html' title='Married at age 23'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109155554939508232</id><published>2004-08-03T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T15:04:56.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's the dream of someone else...</title><summary type='text'>Quotes from You've Got Mail:Frank: What about you, is there someone else? Kathleen Kelly: No. No, but, but there's the dream of someone else. You've Got Mail is one of my favorite movies of all time. I've watched it more than 20 times or more. I really like to watch the chemistry between Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks. They look so cute together. The reason why I put the quote above is because I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109155554939508232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109155554939508232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109155554939508232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109155554939508232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/08/theres-dream-of-someone-else.html' title='There&apos;s the dream of someone else...'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109150708593364961</id><published>2004-08-02T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T15:08:07.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe that Summer is almost over. I have only 18 days left before school starts and I haven't done anything exciting this Summer. That sounds really sad isn't it..hihihi. Anyway, I really need to get out from this town. That's why, I'm planning to go to New York to meet up with my three best friends in a couple of weeks!! Yay..that's exciting. I haven't seen them in a while. Although </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109150708593364961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109150708593364961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109150708593364961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109150708593364961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/08/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109070653065818600</id><published>2004-07-24T15:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T16:17:26.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's With the Weather??</title><summary type='text'>The weather sucks. It's cold and cloudy in July. Today is around 57 F and I think it's gonna rain again tonight. Oh well!! I just got home from work. I was sent home early because they have too many people. I asked my manager if I could go home and he said the big YES. Yay! But..I have nothing to do now. Maybe I'll just take a nap later :P  Anyways, yesterday me and my friends went to see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109070653065818600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109070653065818600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109070653065818600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109070653065818600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/07/whats-with-weather.html' title='What&apos;s With the Weather??'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109055219904034226</id><published>2004-07-22T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T21:34:01.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining..Again!!</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from work and it's raining..again. It's been like this since this afternoon. I got a split shift at work today, so I got a chance to take a nap..hihihi. Anyways, my week has been going well. I pretty much work during the day and just hang out or eat out with friends. Here in Fort Collins, we have a lot of restaurants, but there aren't that many variety of food. Maybe I'm just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109055219904034226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109055219904034226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109055219904034226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109055219904034226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-rainingagain_22.html' title='It&apos;s Raining..Again!!'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-108978168712624106</id><published>2004-07-13T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T19:16:09.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Update </title><summary type='text'>Just a little update from me. Nothing much going on lately. Still, I've been busy with work and stuff. Weekend doesn't feel like weekend anymore. I kind of miss the old times when I was still in Jakarta. Weekend seemed really fun. On Friday night I usually go out with friends..kadang2 mencoba tempat2 baru..hehe. I remember when I was in high school, if we didn't have school on Saturday, we always</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/108978168712624106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=108978168712624106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/108978168712624106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/108978168712624106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/07/little-update.html' title='A Little Update '/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-108896857733524682</id><published>2004-07-04T12:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T19:15:54.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!!</title><summary type='text'>Yay!! We're going to see fireworks at City Park, tonight. I hope it's not gonna rain again tonight, because it's kinda cloudy right now. But it's alright, it will be fun..fun..fun!! Finally, today's my first day off after working like crazy for the past two weeks. This morning I got a chance to have a cup of Starbucks' breakfast blend coffee with two slices of bread with chocolate sprinkles. Yumm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/108896857733524682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=108896857733524682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/108896857733524682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/108896857733524682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!!'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-108796420948123858</id><published>2004-06-22T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T19:15:31.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>nip/tuck</title><summary type='text'>Did you guys see that nip/tuck  show on FX earlier? I thought it was so disturbing, but I kept watching it anyway..hehe. Plus Julian McMahon (Dr. Christian Troy) is so gorgeous!! I think this show is different from the other plastic surgery shows such as the one from MTV or the Swan, because they add more "drama" in the story, which makes it more interesting. Can't wait to see more of it next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/108796420948123858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=108796420948123858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/108796420948123858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/108796420948123858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/06/niptuck.html' title='nip/tuck'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-108786134509303249</id><published>2004-06-21T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T19:15:13.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day of Summer</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to Colorado..It is the second day of Summer, but it doesn't feel like summer at all!! The weather has been really gloomy for the past couple of weeks. It's always raining and the sun only comes out once in a while. Today in Fort Collins is 55F and it will drop tonight to 45F. The weather here is very "unusual", because sometimes the weather can be really nice and sunny, but it can change </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/108786134509303249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=108786134509303249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/108786134509303249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/108786134509303249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/06/second-day-of-summer.html' title='Second Day of Summer'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-108697933382056905</id><published>2004-06-11T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T19:14:53.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not so ordinary</title><summary type='text'>I got an early phone call from a good friend and we talked about relationships and stuff, and how things could changed in just seconds, which made me wonder about life..my life. Sometimes, life can be so perfect, when everything seems to be just right and you feel like you can't ask for more because you already have what you want. We are blinded by happiness without thinking about what's gonna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/108697933382056905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=108697933382056905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/108697933382056905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/108697933382056905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/06/life-is-not-so-ordinary.html' title='Life is not so ordinary'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-108666838076496153</id><published>2004-06-07T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T19:18:06.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It all happened for a reason </title><summary type='text'>Can lovers stay friends after going through a painful break up? I don't know the answer to that. Some people say yes, but some people say no. Well..it's easier said than done. When two people with different characters are in a relationship, they are trying to learn about each other to make their relationship works. They become bestfriends and even like a family. You feel comfortable when you're</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/108666838076496153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=108666838076496153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/108666838076496153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/108666838076496153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2004/06/it-all-happened-for-reason.html' title='It all happened for a reason '/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109260517224090824</id><published>2003-05-09T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T15:26:12.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fridaayyyy....</title><summary type='text'>Listening to: Switchfoot - Dare you to moveHave you guys ever tested your website at CynthiaSays? This site can test whether your site is accessible for the people who are color blind or have any other dissabilities. It's also called Section 508. If your website passed section 508, then it's good, if not, then it's not accessible to people with dissabilities. It's kinda interesting..just try it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109260517224090824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109260517224090824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109260517224090824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109260517224090824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2003/05/its-fridaayyyy.html' title='It&apos;s Fridaayyyy....'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109260509427720375</id><published>2003-05-08T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T15:24:54.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Left before Graduation! </title><summary type='text'>Siyal!! Barusan gue nulis panjang2 trus ngga bisa ke post, trus error! Padahal tadi udah punya firasat, kalo harusnya tadi gue copy semuanya dulu sebelum gue post, sekarang gue harus nulis lagi. Ya udah deh ngga papa..#@&amp;#%*@&amp;#!!I'm sooo glad, that I don't have any finals!! Ada sih 1 final gitu, tapi itu juga optional..marketing gitu deh. Tadi gue ketemu sama temen gue, dia bilang dia ada 4 final</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109260509427720375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109260509427720375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109260509427720375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109260509427720375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2003/05/one-week-left-before-graduation.html' title='One Week Left before Graduation! '/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109260521453299291</id><published>2003-04-21T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T15:26:54.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Quote</title><summary type='text'>halo..halo..hehe..lagi iseng niyh di computer lab!! Baru kemaren gue nulis di blog kalo sekarang susah cari kerjaan..tiba2 quote of the day gue hari ini nyambung gitu..baca deh: "A lot of fellows nowadays have a B.A., M.D., or Ph.D. Unfortunately, they don't have a J.O.B." Fats Domino</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109260521453299291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109260521453299291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109260521453299291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109260521453299291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2003/04/interesting-quote.html' title='Interesting Quote'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109260526020884024</id><published>2003-04-20T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T15:27:40.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah..</title><summary type='text'>Listening to: Daniel Beddingfield - If you run away Huaahmm...It's Sunday morning..and I just got up. I'm glad that I still have Sunday for a week end. For those who don't know, I work at the dorm cafetaria accross my apartment. Only on Saturdays though. That's why I never feel Saturday is a week end, although I still have Sunday! But sometimes I just have soo many million things to do on Sunday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109260526020884024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109260526020884024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109260526020884024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109260526020884024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2003/04/blah.html' title='Blah..'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5188863.post-109260532629150106</id><published>2003-04-14T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T15:28:46.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pollen</title><summary type='text'>Listening to: afro medusa - pasildaSniff..sniff..:o I called my boss this morning and told her that I couldn't go to work because I'm sick and I have to go to the doctor. So, I decided to work from home. I've been sneezing and having a runny nose since last week and today I went to the health center, just to make sure whether I have an allergy or it's just a regular cold. Sniff..sniff..:o It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/feeds/109260532629150106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5188863&amp;postID=109260532629150106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109260532629150106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5188863/posts/default/109260532629150106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhania.blogspot.com/2003/04/pollen.html' title='Pollen'/><author><name>Dhania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14715146950274841507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://server2.uploadit.org/files/dhania-dhaniadhania.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
