<?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-3767121682044009419</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:40:12.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~BiLa CinTa BerBiCara~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♥Romeo LOVES Juliet♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118597457214224192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/S4C4GQCdeOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/68v_vxseEY8/S220/fLiRtati0us(1508)-NEW.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767121682044009419.post-2985309338133673402</id><published>2010-02-21T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:04:31.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Find Your Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Anda tidak mencintai pelajaran Anda, maka cintailah orang-orang yang belajar di sana. Rasakan kegembiraan dari pembelajaran itu. Dan, pembelajaran itu pun akan menjadi sesuatu yang menggembirakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Anda tak bisa mencintai rakan-rakan belajar Anda, maka cintailah suasana dan tempat Anda belajar. Ini mendorong Anda untuk gairah pergi ke tempat belajar dan untuk melakukan tugas-tugas dengan lebih baik lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Anda tidak juga bisa melakukannya, cintai setiap pengalaman pulang dan pergi ke tempat belajar Anda. Perjalanan yang menyenangkan menjadikan tujuan tampak menyenangkan juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, bila Anda tak menemukan kesenangan di sana, maka cintailah apa pun yang bisa Anda cintai dari tempat Anda belajar: tempat parking, pak guard, cicak di atas dinding, atau gumpalan awan dari balik jendela. Apa saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Anda tak menemukan apa yang bisa Anda cintai dari tempat Anda belajar, maka mengapa Anda ada di situ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Tiada lagi alasan bagi Anda untuk tetap bertahan. Cepat pergi dan carilah apa yang Anda cintai, lalu belajarlah di sana. Hidup hanya sekali. Tak ada yang lebih indah selain melakukan dengan rasa cinta yang tulus. {n_0}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767121682044009419-2985309338133673402?l=bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/feeds/2985309338133673402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767121682044009419&amp;postID=2985309338133673402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/2985309338133673402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/2985309338133673402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/2010/02/find-your-love-bila-anda-tidak.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Romeo LOVES Juliet♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118597457214224192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/S4C4GQCdeOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/68v_vxseEY8/S220/fLiRtati0us(1508)-NEW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767121682044009419.post-8301409837455440099</id><published>2010-02-20T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:32:08.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;40 TIPS FOR A BETTER LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a 20-40 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep for 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;4. Live with the 3 E's.Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Play more games.&lt;br /&gt;6. Read more books than you did in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp; under the age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;9. Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in factories.&lt;br /&gt;11. Drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;br /&gt;14. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;16. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;17. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;18. Smile and laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.&lt;br /&gt;23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don't compare your partner with others.&lt;br /&gt;24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;25. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;26. What other people think of you is none of your business. &lt;br /&gt;27. GOD heals everything.&lt;br /&gt;28. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;29. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;30. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;31. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need. &lt;br /&gt;32. The best is yet to come. &lt;br /&gt;33. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;34. Do the right thing! &lt;br /&gt;35. Call your family often.&lt;br /&gt;36. Your inner most is always happy. So, be happy.&lt;br /&gt;37. Each day give something good to others.&lt;br /&gt;38. Don't over do. Keep your limits.&lt;br /&gt;39. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it.&lt;br /&gt;40. Don't try to be others, just be your best self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767121682044009419-8301409837455440099?l=bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/feeds/8301409837455440099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767121682044009419&amp;postID=8301409837455440099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/8301409837455440099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/8301409837455440099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/2010/02/40-tips-for-better-life-1.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Romeo LOVES Juliet♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118597457214224192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/S4C4GQCdeOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/68v_vxseEY8/S220/fLiRtati0us(1508)-NEW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767121682044009419.post-7914501931039141365</id><published>2010-02-18T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:28:38.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Perjalanan Hidup Ini~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan hidup ini,&lt;br /&gt;Penuh onak duri,&lt;br /&gt;Berliku penuh ranjau cabaran..&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan hidup ini,&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mencari keredhaan-Mu ilahi..&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sebagai mimpi,&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sebuah realiti..&lt;br /&gt;perjalan hidup ini,&lt;br /&gt;Mengajarku erti ketabahan..&lt;br /&gt;Suka tak semestinya tawa..&lt;br /&gt;Duka tak semestinya air mata..&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam perjalanan meniti hidup ini,&lt;br /&gt;Aku tanamkan dalam diri,&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku hidup bukan selamanya..&lt;br /&gt;Yang manusia itu selalu lupa bahawa,&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan hidup ini pasti akan berakhir..&lt;br /&gt;Ke syurga?&lt;br /&gt;Ke neraka?&lt;br /&gt;Segalanya..&lt;br /&gt;Kita yang tentukan..&lt;br /&gt;Dengan sikap kita..&lt;br /&gt;Perlakuan kita..&lt;br /&gt;Di muka bumi Allah(S.W.T) ini..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767121682044009419-7914501931039141365?l=bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/feeds/7914501931039141365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767121682044009419&amp;postID=7914501931039141365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/7914501931039141365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/7914501931039141365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/2010/02/perjalanan-hidup-ini-perjalanan-hidup.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Romeo LOVES Juliet♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118597457214224192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/S4C4GQCdeOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/68v_vxseEY8/S220/fLiRtati0us(1508)-NEW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767121682044009419.post-2462689815391343339</id><published>2010-02-18T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:27:00.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wanita &amp; Rama-Rama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Lihatlah rama-rama, ia cantik. Apabila pandangan kita dihiasi rama-rama, kita menjadi suka dan ceria. Hampir semua orang akan tersenyum melihat rama-rama. Ia mengindahkan alam dan menyempurnakan sekuntum bunga. Seindah mana pun bunga tanpa rama-rama mahu hinggap di situ, tentu ada sesuatu yang tidak kena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubalah tangkap dan pegang rama-rama itu dengan sayapnya. Lihat apa yang melekat di jari anda,warna dan corak rama-rama itu telah berpindah ke jari-jari anda. Kemudian lepaskan kembali, ia terbang tapi lebih terbuai oleh angin. Siapa pun yang akan menangkapnya kembali tidak tertarik padanya lagi. Harganya telah tiada untuk dikagumi, dan disimpan mahu diawetkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rama-rama ibarat wanita. Ia indah untuk dipegang tetapi nilainya cepat turun setiap kali ada tangan- tangan yang tidak wajar hinggap pada tubuhnya. Memang fizikalnya tiada apa-apa yang kurang, tapi harga diri dan maruah telah mula tercemar. Begitulah wanita. Ia bagaikan rama-rama yang terbang membawa corak-corak indah, apabila corak-corak itu telah pudar ia tidak dipedulikan lagi. Harga rama-rama terletak pada warna dan coraknya; harga wanita terletak pada apakah tubuhnya masih tulen tatkala dia didampingi oleh suaminya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rama-rama terpaksa berjuang untuk memulakan hidupnya. Dia terpaksa membebaskan diri daripada kepompong. Bukan mudah untuk keluar daripada kepompong yang mengikat itu. Sedangkan sepanjang berada di dalam kepompong tiada siapa pedulikannya, malah tatkala bergelar ulat ia lebih dibenci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulitnya untuk akhirnya bergelar rama-rama. Terpaksa melalui kitaran dan evolusi bentuk. Daripada sesuatu yang menjijikan akhirnya bertukar menjadi sesuatu yang amat menyenangkan. Rama-rama adalah contoh terbaik wanita untuk sedar betapa bernilainya kehidupan mereka. Sewaktu anda dipuja, usah terlalu mabuk sebaliknya kenang-kenang kehidupan serba susah sebelum itu. Sewaktu anda digoda, dihambat dan dirayu usah terlalu mudah menyerah sebab ingatlah mereka yang bersusah payah memastikan anda dapat bangkit sebagai manusia sempurna hari ini. Anda tidak muncul sendiri, sebaliknya anda adalah lambang pengorbanan ibu bapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usah jadi rama-rama yang di dalam bingkai gambar, indah dipandang tetapi diri sendiri menanggung beban. Hiduplah dengan bebas dan terjemahkan kebebasan itu kepada nilai-nilai murni yang perlu dipertahankan. Hak anda ialah memelihara kehormatan. Selama mana anda memelihara kehormatan dan maruah diri anda berada pada terbaik, sebaik sahaja anda tidak peduli kepada siapa maruah itu hendak diberikan, anda sudah kehilangan masa depan. postman-butterfly Kalaulah rama-rama tahu dia cantik dan sentiasa memukau penglihatan manusia, dia tentu tidak mudah-mudah terbang ke sana sini. Sebab setiap kali ia mengibarkan sayapnya, ia sentiasa terdedah pada bahaya. Namun rama-rama tidak pernah tahu dia itu indah dan sentiasa menjadi sasaran manusia. Jika anda tidak pernah tahu kewanitaan anda itu adalah sasaran terpenting sang penceroboh, anda ibarat rama-rama yang tidak sedar diintai bahaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahalkan harga diri anda. Semakin sukar anda dimiliki semakin mahal nilai anda di sisi lelaki. Lelaki perosak hanya inginkan kuasa memiliki tetapi tidak mahu setia apalagi memelihara dan melindungi anda. Usah terperangkap ke dalam tangan yang hanya akan meleraikan warna-warna anda. Setelah warna-warna itu hilang anda dibiarkan. Jadilah wanita angun yang punya nilai dan maruah diri, anda akan lebih dihormati. Nilai anda bukan terletak pada berapa ramai lelaki yang ingin memiliki anda tetapi berapa ramai yang benar-benar sanggup menyintai anda. Cinta itu terjemahan pada kasih sayang dan belaian sayang penuh ikhlas. Selama mana anda belum menemuinya anggaplah diri anda masih berhak terbang bebas bagaikan sang rama-rama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadilah rama-rama yang mengindahkan alam, jadilah wanita yang membanggakan semua orang=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767121682044009419-2462689815391343339?l=bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/feeds/2462689815391343339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767121682044009419&amp;postID=2462689815391343339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/2462689815391343339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/2462689815391343339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/2010/02/wanita-rama-rama.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Romeo LOVES Juliet♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118597457214224192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/S4C4GQCdeOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/68v_vxseEY8/S220/fLiRtati0us(1508)-NEW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767121682044009419.post-5154182961004619740</id><published>2009-12-08T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:24:40.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/S313x34hL1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/X1g58sk6VO4/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/S313x34hL1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/X1g58sk6VO4/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439635623631728466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All i ever wanted was to see you smiling,&lt;br /&gt;to make you mine &amp; together with you forever, just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;I want make to be a part of you, and together do all the things we could do.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, you're in my head &amp; make me want to see you in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You the one in my heart, and loving &amp; missing you is all I ever wanted in my life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767121682044009419-5154182961004619740?l=bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/feeds/5154182961004619740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767121682044009419&amp;postID=5154182961004619740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/5154182961004619740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/5154182961004619740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-ever-wanted-was-to-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Romeo LOVES Juliet♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118597457214224192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/S4C4GQCdeOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/68v_vxseEY8/S220/fLiRtati0us(1508)-NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/S313x34hL1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/X1g58sk6VO4/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767121682044009419.post-706968911993757350</id><published>2009-12-08T09:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:37:48.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/Sx6OPYj2uVI/AAAAAAAAADw/L796XEJOHAY/s1600-h/shininG+L0ve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/Sx6OPYj2uVI/AAAAAAAAADw/L796XEJOHAY/s320/shininG+L0ve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412920197087934802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Dongeng Tentang CINTA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam dongeng manusia, dikisahkan tentang wujudnya sebuah pulau yang dihuni oleh semua jenis perasaan termasuklah bahagia, duka, hikmah dan cinta. Pada suatu hari, sampailah satu berita yang menggemparkan semua perasaan, iaitu pulau yang mereka duduki akan tenggelam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka bergegaslah mereka menyiapkan sampan untuk menyelamatkan diri masing-masing kecuali cinta. Khabar yang disangka cerita kosong, benar-benar berlaku. Hujan lebat selama beberapa hari tanpa henti menyebabkan paras lautan semakin tinggi sehingga menenggelamkan pulau-pulau disekitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulau itu tidak terkecuali, mujurlah mereka dapat meninggalkan tempat itu dengan sampan masing-masing. Hanya cinta sahaja tetap setia di pulau itu. Dia terus bertahan sehinggalah ke saat akhir. Pulau itu mulai tenggelam sedikit demi sedikit, cinta tidak terdaya lalu memohon bantuan. Ketika itulah kekayaan dengan sampannya yang agak mewah melalui pulau yang semakin ditenggelami lautan itu, cinta bercadang memohon pertolongan kekayaan..&lt;br /&gt;"kekayaan, bolehkah kau bawa aku bersama dengan sampan mewahmu itu?"&lt;br /&gt;"tidak! Terlalu banyak emas dan perak dalam sampanku ini, tiada tempat untukmu.."&lt;br /&gt;Lalu kekayaan meninggalkan cinta keseorangan.. Kemudian cinta meminta bantuan si takbur, sampannya yang cantik berada tidak jauh darinya,&lt;br /&gt;"'takbur, bantulah aku. Aku hampir tenggelam.."&lt;br /&gt;sedih dan sayu bunyinya..&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, aku tidak boleh menolongmu, nanti basah dan rosak sampanku!"&lt;br /&gt;jawabnya bengis tanpa sedikit pun rasa simpati..&lt;br /&gt;Duka pula baru sahaja meninggalkan pulau itu, segera cinta merayu supaya dibantu..&lt;br /&gt;"wahai duka, izinkan aku pergi bersamamu.."&lt;br /&gt;pintanya dengan penuh harapan..&lt;br /&gt;"Oh cinta, aku terlalu sedih, biarkan aku seorang diri.." &lt;br /&gt;balasnya sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;Malah si bahagia turut melihat keadaan cinta keseorangan di pulau itu, tetapi dia sangat gembira kerana berada jauh daripadanya.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak lama kemudian, dalam keadaan keseorangan, kedengaran satu suara,&lt;br /&gt;"mari wahai cinta, Aku akan bawamu bersamaku.."&lt;br /&gt;suara yang agak berumur memanggilnya. Tidak tergambar kesyukuran cinta apabila melihat ada orang yang sudi membantunya. Terlupa pula bertanya ke mana hala tujunya sehinggalah mereka sampai ke daratan berhampiran. Menyedari dia tidak mengenali org tua yang membantunya, cinta segera menemui si hikmah, lalu bertanyalah dia,&lt;br /&gt;"hikmah, siapakah yang membantuku keluar dari pulau itu??"&lt;br /&gt;"dialah masa"&lt;br /&gt;balas si hikmah..&lt;br /&gt;"masa??"&lt;br /&gt;terkejut cinta dengan jawapan hikmah.. Dia terus bertanya lagi,&lt;br /&gt;"mengapa masa sudi membantuku?"&lt;br /&gt;Hikmah dengan iringan senyuman menjawab kembali,&lt;br /&gt;"kerana hanya perjalanan masa yang mampu memahami betapa nilainya CINTA" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767121682044009419-706968911993757350?l=bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/feeds/706968911993757350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767121682044009419&amp;postID=706968911993757350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/706968911993757350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/706968911993757350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/2009/12/dongeng-tentang-cinta-dalam-dongeng.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Romeo LOVES Juliet♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118597457214224192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/S4C4GQCdeOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/68v_vxseEY8/S220/fLiRtati0us(1508)-NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/Sx6OPYj2uVI/AAAAAAAAADw/L796XEJOHAY/s72-c/shininG+L0ve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767121682044009419.post-1076174622897240348</id><published>2009-09-09T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:17:26.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~The Story of Salt Coffee~</title><content type='html'>He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat at a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought,&lt;br /&gt;please; let me go home.. suddenly he asked the waiter. "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked him curiously; why he had this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, and I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was his true feelings, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can express his homesickness must be a man who loves his home, cares about home, and has responsibility for his home. Then she too started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, a beautiful beginning of their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued to date. She found out that he actually was the man who met all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they lived a happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest please forgives me, forgive the lie of my life. This was the only lie I ever said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time&lt;br /&gt;we dated? I was so nervous that time, I actually wanted some sugar, but I said salt instead. It was too embarrasing for me to take back so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times but I was too afraid to do so as I had promised never to lie to you about anything.. Now I'm dying, I'm afraid of nothing so I am telling you the truth: I don't like salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. I have had to take the salty coffee for my whole life with you and never had to feel sorry for it because I did it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having you with me is the biggest happiness in my entire life. If I could live a second time, I'd still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even if I if had to drink salty coffee again". Her tears made the letter totally wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? It's sweet. She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but to understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but to HOLD ON. Don't ever leave the one you love for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767121682044009419-1076174622897240348?l=bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/feeds/1076174622897240348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767121682044009419&amp;postID=1076174622897240348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/1076174622897240348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/1076174622897240348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/2009/09/story-of-salt-coffee.html' title='~The Story of Salt Coffee~'/><author><name>♥Romeo LOVES Juliet♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118597457214224192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/S4C4GQCdeOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/68v_vxseEY8/S220/fLiRtati0us(1508)-NEW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767121682044009419.post-4645668066009461706</id><published>2009-09-09T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:02:42.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Silent Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/SqffpNeC4XI/AAAAAAAAACU/aO6vLTyEh7E/s1600-h/0ur+l0ve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/SqffpNeC4XI/AAAAAAAAACU/aO6vLTyEh7E/s320/0ur+l0ve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379514179000656242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the very beginning, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often causes the girl to be very upset. With that &amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endures it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, &amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leaves, they got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry.. it's still just silence cry that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp; millions of reply, and countless of phone calls.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp; be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new environment, the girl learnt sign language &amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed &amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she opened the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767121682044009419-4645668066009461706?l=bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/feeds/4645668066009461706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3767121682044009419&amp;postID=4645668066009461706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/4645668066009461706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767121682044009419/posts/default/4645668066009461706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bilacintaberbicara.blogspot.com/2009/09/silent-love.html' title='A Silent Love'/><author><name>♥Romeo LOVES Juliet♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118597457214224192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/S4C4GQCdeOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/68v_vxseEY8/S220/fLiRtati0us(1508)-NEW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S5611y2qH-k/SqffpNeC4XI/AAAAAAAAACU/aO6vLTyEh7E/s72-c/0ur+l0ve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767121682044009419.post-6259324084925787869</id><published>2009-05-09T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:20:16.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~1,000 Burung Kertas~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sewaktu Boy dan Girl baru becinta, Boy melipat 1,000 burung kertas buat dara pujaan,menggantungkannya di dalam kamar si gadis. Menurut Boy,1,000 burung kertas itu menandakan 1,000 ketulusan hatinya.Kala itu, terasa betapa indahnya cinta mereka berdua.    Tetapi, sampai satu ketika,Girl mula menjauhi Boy. Tiba-tiba sahaja Girl mengambil keputusan untuk mendirikan rumah tangga dan akan mengikut bakal suaminya menetap di Paris,tempat yang selama ini sering diimpikannya. Sewaktu Girl mahu memutuskan perhubungannya dengan Boy, mereka telah bertemu buat kali terakhir. Berkata Girl kepada Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"kita harus melihat dunia ini dengan pandangan yang luas.Berkahwin bagi seorang anak gadis sepertiku adalah kehidupan kedua kalinya. Aku mengambil kesempatan ini dengan baik. Kamu terlalu miskin,sungguh aku tidak berani membayangkan bagaimana kehidupan kita setelah bernikah nanti! "&lt;br /&gt;Setelah Girl terbang ke Perancis, Boy bekerja behempas pulas. Dia pernah menjual surat khabar, berniaga kecil-kecilan dan mengambil upah sana-sini. Setiap pekerjaannya Boy laksanakan dengan sangat baik dan tekun. Beberapa tahun kemudian, atas jasa baik seorang rakan di samping kerja kerasnya juga, Boy akhirnya berjaya mempunyai sebuah syarikat sendiri. Boy sudah kaya tetapi hatinya masih teringatkan Girl. Sungguh dia masih tidak tegar untuk melupakan insan yang pernah bertakhta dan menjadi cinta hatinya dulu. Pada suatu hari, waktu itu hujan renyai-renyai. Dari kereta mewahnya, Boy melihat sepasang warga emas berjalan perlahan-lahan di hadapannya. Dia seperti mengenali kelibat tua itu tetapi siapa ya? Tidak lama dia berfikir.... Ah, mana mungkin dia lupakan ibu bapa Girl yang pernah kenal baik dengannya dulu. Boy ingin mereka tahu bahawa sekarang,dia bukan sahaja mampu memandu kenderaan mewah tetapi juga menjadi pemilik sebuah 'istana' dan bisnes sendiri. Dia mahu mereka tahu bahawa Boy sekarang bukan lagi Boy yang miskin seperti dahulu. Lalu, Boy mengikuti mereka dengan rapat dari belakang. Dia tidak sabar untuk melihat reaksi mereka nanti. Hujan terus turun tanpa henti. Biarpun kedua-dua orang tua itu memakai payung tetapi badan mereka tetap basah kerana tempias. Sewaktu mereka sampai ke tempat yang dituju, Boy tercengang dengan apa yang ada di hadapan matanya-sebuah pusara. Terpahat sebuah nama yang pernah membuat rawan dihatinya. Di samping pusara itu, terdapat beberapa burung kertas yang pernah dilipat oleh Boy, saling bergantungan.Dalam hujan, burung-burung keras itu terlihat begitu hidup. Orang tua Girl memberitahu Boy,Girl tidak pergi ke Paris tetapi dia berada di syurga. Girl sebenarnya diserang penyakit kanser. Girl ingin Boy menjadi seseorang serta mempunyai sebuah keluarga yang harmoni.Girl tahu,itu semua hanya akan menjadi realiti dengan cara begitu. Menurut Girl, dia sangat memahami Boy. Dia percaya,kalau Boy berusaha,pasti akan berhasil. Girl juga mengatakan, kalau pada suatu hari Boy akan datang ke pusaranya, tiada apa yang diharapkan selain burung-burung kertas Boy.Mendengarkan itu,Boy menjadi longlai. Dia hanya mampu berlutut di depan pusara itu. Tangisannya kedengaran begitu sayu dan menyayat hati. Hujan pada hari itu terasa tidak akan berhenti,membasahi sekujur tubuh Boy. Boy teringat senyuman manis Girl yang begitu polos. Mengingat semua itu, 'hatinya mulai menitiskan darah'. Setelah agak lama termangu di situ,mereka bertiga berjalan seiringan. Boy membukakan pintu kereta untuk ibu bapa Girl yang sudah dianggapnya seperti ibu bapa sendiri. Terdengar sebuah lagu sedih bermain secara berulang-ulang dari kenderaanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hatiku tidak pernah menyesal menyintai mu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semuanya hanya untukmu, 1,000 burung kertas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1,000 ketulusan hatiku, Bertebangan di dalam angin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Menginginkan bintang yang lebat bersebaran di langit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apakah aku mampu bertemu dengan mu? Tidak takut berapapun jauhnya, Hanya ingin sekarang langsung berlari ke sampingmu.. Masa lalu seperti asap, hilang dan tak akan kembali.. Menambah kerinduan di hatiku.. 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