<?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-5791007032955419493</id><updated>2012-02-10T14:13:59.231+08:00</updated><category term='Traditional Art'/><category term='Introduction'/><category term='Extraordinary'/><category term='Lavender Symphony :  POEM'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='The Legend'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Books I Love'/><category term='Shout Out'/><title type='text'>With Heart Into Art, Then  Art Into Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>All about my pleasure in art.... Involved MUSIC - MOVIE - PAINTING - LITERATURE - etc.   

No matter what conservative or modern it is....Art is My Life!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032405364664363524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpQ1QYE6NYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/088SR5Oanhs/S220/France-Provence-Lavender-Sunflower-Digital.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791007032955419493.post-4707648299882438629</id><published>2009-11-20T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T02:10:44.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books I Love'/><title type='text'>The Time Traveler`s Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwavBe0eWPI/AAAAAAAAANs/ws4lTZcIFAU/s1600/TimeTravellersWife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwavBe0eWPI/AAAAAAAAANs/ws4lTZcIFAU/s400/TimeTravellersWife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406200842692745458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A novel by Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quoted from The Times, "Crazy, sexy, incredible", a novel by Audrey Niffenegger was as if an oasis in the middle of the desert metropolis novels. It was not meant to criticize, in fact I am also `addicted` for chick literature which is better known as chicklit. Some are good and have a fairly compelling plot. But, sometimes bored too. Yeah, most read story around a single metropolitan area, where the theme revolves around the late women old 30's, single, stylish, had a career, and others, who always expect a handsome prince exist as a successful young executive. While on the other hand, the man afraid of commitment ... well, like it is ... .. oh, oh, I'm rich shifted too far .... Now, back to the actual discussion, this novel offers a different style to a romantic literature. Science fiction fantasy madness wrapped with a beautiful love story and thrilling. Very fitting to describe the love that truly timeless and not limited by time. We will be lulled by the enormity of what would happen if humans were allowed to participate in the "game" of time, rather than just obey the law as it is through nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrated Henry DeTamble, the main character in this story, has a "ability" time travel. He may suddenly disappear or appear in a strange place in the past or the future. Do not imagine this as a time machine or like a witch who has full power of his talent. The problem is, Henry can not control when or where he would disappear, it just happens. Worse yet, when switching time, Henry can not bring anything that is not part of his own. So he was always naked when thrown into a period. No wonder Henry is not so rejoiced over "talent" is. He was often beaten up, crazy people think, and other indecent prejudice because it appears in the circumstances. Henry inevitably be trained to steal to get clothing, food, and money in order to survive as he explored the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at this time to explore, Henry met with Clare Abshire, a little girl who lives in Michigan. At the time of Henry's 36-year-old, was &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="terlempar dari masa sekarang ke masa lalu"&gt;thrown from the present into the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, in 1977, when Clare was 6 years old. Since it was established a smooth relationship between Clare and Henry. &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Namun, keganjilan itu tak bisa diabaikan"&gt;However, the peculiarity that can not be ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Clare  knows Henry practically all her life (starting from the age of 6 year). She was always waiting for the next moment to meet Henry's back in the pasture  her house backyard. While Henry, a time to meet Clare at the time he still did not know her, considering that the time travel back and forth between the present and past. Hmm, hard to understand it, but here is where its uniqueness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Clare adults, they were married. And `diseases` of Henry does not go away. What is interesting here is told that Henry sought medical treatment for the singularity at him. Later known that Henry suffered from a genetic disorder that causes the existence in the time dimension becomes abnormal. Well, I forgot the name ... Until his illness, until the story scientists successfully tested on mice ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic love is not smooth them without hindrance. Clare as a wife is craving a baby from her womb. But it is almost impossible, because of genetic abnormalities in Henry's bad for the fetus, conceived Clare until she was several times a miscarriage. But Clare is still insisting to continue trying to conceive. Henry was no less hurt to see the suffering of his wife. When he finally managed to have children, they still have to accept the bitter truth. Because of course, their daughter Henry inherited genetic abnormality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author combines the skills plot back and forth until a series of compelling, worthy of thumbs up. We'll worry about the fate gripped Henry and Clare when the fragments of a story with a different time, a mysterious signal that something would happen. Rhythm like this of course raises the curiosity that he could not release it until the end of the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story does not end with "happily ever after" fairy tale style. Not 'time' it is to be everything, but how we spend every second of it. No matter the past, present, or future. Especially to the people we love ... if one day they were gone from our lives, memories of the time we spent with them will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/79.gif" alt="star" title="star" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/79.gif" alt="star" title="star" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/79.gif" alt="star" title="star" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/79.gif" alt="star" title="star" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" id="result_box" class="short_text" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="tulisan ini diterjemahkan dari tulisan saya di sini"&gt;This article was translated from my writings &lt;a href="http://sunflower-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-travelers-wife.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5791007032955419493-4707648299882438629?l=lavendersymphony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/4707648299882438629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5791007032955419493&amp;postID=4707648299882438629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/4707648299882438629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/4707648299882438629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/2009/11/novel-by-audrey-niffenegger-as-quoted.html' title='The Time Traveler`s Wife'/><author><name>Deacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032405364664363524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpQ1QYE6NYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/088SR5Oanhs/S220/France-Provence-Lavender-Sunflower-Digital.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwavBe0eWPI/AAAAAAAAANs/ws4lTZcIFAU/s72-c/TimeTravellersWife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791007032955419493.post-998959079701389623</id><published>2009-11-20T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:48:26.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lavender Symphony :  POEM'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life in the line is boring&lt;br /&gt;Childhood I prefer the red dots&lt;br /&gt;and blue sparks above the plain nightdress herbalist&lt;br /&gt; Plaid sarong are the remaining options&lt;br /&gt;When aesthetics is just rubbish&lt;br /&gt;Black paint shed&lt;br /&gt;Does that still precious?&lt;br /&gt;Pallas Athena temple ruins&lt;br /&gt;faint hollow bells&lt;br /&gt;faint voice&lt;br /&gt;Moa did I miss?&lt;br /&gt;Empty&lt;br /&gt;I empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What I want is silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the clarity of ripple springs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sniffed the scent of pine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;with a gentle twinkle in the eyes of god &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Can dry lake turbid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;eliminate dregs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sediments  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;like a bathtub drain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I want to sit alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;listen whisper earthworm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;because they do not have ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Are friends can be taken anywhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;There are times when they`re  just pollution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;and I need another story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/53.gif" alt="ros" title="ros" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/53.gif" alt="ros" title="ros" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/53.gif" alt="ros" title="ros" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Taken from:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://sunflower-song.blogspot.com/2009/03/hidup-dalam-garis-adalah-membosankan.html"&gt;my another blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5791007032955419493-998959079701389623?l=lavendersymphony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/998959079701389623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5791007032955419493&amp;postID=998959079701389623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/998959079701389623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/998959079701389623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Deacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032405364664363524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpQ1QYE6NYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/088SR5Oanhs/S220/France-Provence-Lavender-Sunflower-Digital.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791007032955419493.post-1403345838418977780</id><published>2009-11-20T22:13:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:27:17.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extraordinary'/><title type='text'>Ksenia Simonova :  SAND PAINTER GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The name artists, there are only things that can be extraordinary born of their right brain. This time about the art of painting. Maybe we've always seen people paint on paper, canvas, walls, eggs, and even more commercial now with sweeping the bag, scarf clothes, and shoes. Graffiti starts from the simplest pencil until streaked with oil paint and the like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But painting with sand? I've never had someone clay at it. What I mean of course not so long streaks in the sand beach that anyone can do it. But scratch the hand in the sand as the artistic imagination of a dazzling cast. That is what Ksenia Simonova, the beauty from Ukraine who had painted her sensational with unique talents in Ukraine's Got Talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 24-year-old makes the audience present at the event was so touched that some of them even shed tears.She makes paintings that talk about how World War 2 had to rip a peaceful life and leave the shadow of death full of suffering for human beings. Miss Simonova hands moving so swiftly sow and scratching sand on a light table, stringing one scene to another scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let not just imagine, please watch the video event watched by two million people. This is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/518XP8prwZo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/518XP8prwZo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the first time this video clay even today I'm still in awe - so miss painting again ... But unfortunately, this sand painting every scene straight out one deleted, so the guns could be saved. But still cool ... ... ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's an outline of the story of each scene. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She started by describing the story of two lovers holding hands sitting happily under the starry sky. But suddenly the heavens parted with warplanes attack and destroyed the happy scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwanO7iAx6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/tbfju-vrhAo/s1600/sand1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwanO7iAx6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/tbfju-vrhAo/s400/sand1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406192277645215650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/Swan5xLF_GI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ARKpqOUYljY/s1600/sand2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/Swan5xLF_GI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ARKpqOUYljY/s320/sand2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406193013599108194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next picture shows the face of a woman who was crying. Then came a figure baby, and the woman's face smiling back - with a candle that lit the hopes of new, pre-war re-memporak devastating everything. Simonova throw sand in places like chaos that had been her face. After the wreck, came the human faces full of suffering, death faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwapyRvtFNI/AAAAAAAAANE/nqvR-YPdnUk/s1600/sand3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwapyRvtFNI/AAAAAAAAANE/nqvR-YPdnUk/s320/sand3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406195083926901970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwaqIzZJ84I/AAAAAAAAANM/tticbfqMcc8/s1600/sand4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwaqIzZJ84I/AAAAAAAAANM/tticbfqMcc8/s320/sand4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406195470916252546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwarrY5e2gI/AAAAAAAAANc/aOyY6GG1QjE/s1600/5-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 527px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwarrY5e2gI/AAAAAAAAANc/aOyY6GG1QjE/s320/5-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406197164611131906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwasZlGQK-I/AAAAAAAAANk/mCstsjYPfKk/s1600/sand3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwasZlGQK-I/AAAAAAAAANk/mCstsjYPfKk/s320/sand3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406197958159903714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Having shown that returning a hopeful face of a young woman with a letter. But she has quickly become an old widow, with a face full of wrinkles sad and grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/Swaw7qqkqaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Ma3tdNbf6JY/s1600/7-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/Swaw7qqkqaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Ma3tdNbf6JY/s320/7-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406202941816482210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Figure showing the monuments and then change the unknown warrior, with only a handful of people who care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwaxRKXViDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/e4TnY_gZFUA/s1600/sand9+ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwaxRKXViDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/e4TnY_gZFUA/s320/sand9+ok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406203311102986290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The last scene, the mother figure appears slowly, and little boys who stared at the window. Outside the window, a man stood up, put his hand on the glass window, saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwaxmzsGo2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ScblDL3LCYI/s1600/sand10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwaxmzsGo2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ScblDL3LCYI/s320/sand10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406203682973197154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, the war in the Ukraine known as the Great Patriotic War, has killed 11 million people of which 42 million people there at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5791007032955419493-1403345838418977780?l=lavendersymphony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/1403345838418977780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5791007032955419493&amp;postID=1403345838418977780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/1403345838418977780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/1403345838418977780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/2009/11/ksenia-simonova-sand-painter-girl.html' title='Ksenia Simonova :  SAND PAINTER GIRL'/><author><name>Deacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032405364664363524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpQ1QYE6NYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/088SR5Oanhs/S220/France-Provence-Lavender-Sunflower-Digital.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SwanO7iAx6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/tbfju-vrhAo/s72-c/sand1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791007032955419493.post-3724012140324146356</id><published>2009-08-27T14:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:40:50.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traditional Art'/><title type='text'>Baksa Kembang Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpY3C9XZg5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tjYf_eR5oEU/s1600-h/tari2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpY3C9XZg5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tjYf_eR5oEU/s400/tari2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374543729285235602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Baksa Kembang Dance is one of traditional dance from Kalimantan Selatan. It describes some pretty girls having fun in the flower garden. They pick up flowers, make bunch, then dance with it happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history tells the dance was beginned in Kingdom of Banjar, restricted for aristocrate (princesses of kingdom attracted it). Afterwards, it extended so folks able to learn it too. Danced by group of girls called "galuh banjar" for entertaining  empire family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpY2C76MFJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dy5bWZkt4H8/s1600-h/baksa+kembang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpY2C76MFJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dy5bWZkt4H8/s400/baksa+kembang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374542629382657170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="fullpost"&gt;Nowadays, Baksa Kembang Dance showed in a welcome ceremony for honour guests and celebration days as well. Usually played a group with uneven amount e.g. one, three, or five girls. The beautiful dance use hand properties called "kembang bogam" which is couple bunch of rose, jasmine, kenanga, and kantil. You should be mesmerized by its softness.&lt;img style="width: 17px; height: 17px;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/5.gif" alt="senyumkenyit" title="senyumkenyit" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 17px; height: 17px;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/5.gif" alt="senyumkenyit" title="senyumkenyit" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 17px; height: 17px;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/5.gif" alt="senyumkenyit" title="senyumkenyit" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 17px; height: 17px;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/5.gif" alt="senyumkenyit" title="senyumkenyit" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, when still young, my mother was great in dancing it and other Banjarese dance. With, my dad played music behind.... Hmmm, how romantic... &lt;img style="width: 17px; height: 17px;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/9.gif" alt="malu" title="malu" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she give dance training as extracurricular lesson for girls of junior high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,that`s all my review about Baksa Kembang Dance. Hope you`ll get chance visit my lovely city to see this beautiful dance and other amazing traditional art. Just enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 46px; height: 46px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/5968/sinchanwp3.gif" alt=":sinchan" title=":sinchan" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 46px; height: 46px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/5968/sinchanwp3.gif" alt=":sinchan" title=":sinchan" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 48px; height: 48px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/5968/sinchanwp3.gif" alt=":sinchan" title=":sinchan" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 47px; height: 47px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/5968/sinchanwp3.gif" alt=":sinchan" title=":sinchan" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1410/ayukzw6.gif" alt=":ayuk:" title=":ayuk:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1410/ayukzw6.gif" alt=":ayuk:" title=":ayuk:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1410/ayukzw6.gif" alt=":ayuk:" title=":ayuk:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1410/ayukzw6.gif" alt=":ayuk:" title=":ayuk:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5791007032955419493-3724012140324146356?l=lavendersymphony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/3724012140324146356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5791007032955419493&amp;postID=3724012140324146356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/3724012140324146356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/3724012140324146356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/2009/08/baksa-kembang-dance.html' title='Baksa Kembang Dance'/><author><name>Deacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032405364664363524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpQ1QYE6NYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/088SR5Oanhs/S220/France-Provence-Lavender-Sunflower-Digital.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpY3C9XZg5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tjYf_eR5oEU/s72-c/tari2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791007032955419493.post-4369807586107271507</id><published>2009-08-27T04:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:46:27.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Kryptonite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By: Guy Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;From the very second baby I already knew&lt;br /&gt;I'll end up head over heels in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I'm right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell if you were feeling what i felt for you&lt;br /&gt;So i nonchalantly tried to play it cool&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i get lost when I look in your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cos my love is so hard to disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can't help this feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's a fight that I know I can't win&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing i can do&lt;br /&gt;So I'm giving up tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cos baby you're my kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos i can't stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be trying not to love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm helpless, girl it's true&lt;br /&gt;So I'm giving up tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cos baby you're my kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're love is like a pendulum that's swinging side to side&lt;br /&gt;Got me in a spell and now I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'm hypnotised&lt;br /&gt;Cos baby it's the same tomorrow, yesterday, tonight&lt;br /&gt;And i swear that nothing's ever felt so right&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lost when I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cos my love is so hard to disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to let you go&lt;br /&gt;But I can't escape the way I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Way beyond denial that we are meant to be in love&lt;br /&gt;So girl I give up, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/79.gif" alt="star" title="star" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/79.gif" alt="star" title="star" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/79.gif" alt="star" title="star" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/79.gif" alt="star" title="star" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;DOWNLOAD KRYPTONITE SONG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" href="http://www.music-free-download.net/MP3/Guy-Sebastian_mp3_free_download_60146.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="fullpost"&gt;Beautiful song that remind me to my dear Aunt Diah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told how sad she felt whenever she listen the song. At that moment, i had the same point of view with her.... I remember thought: "well, it`s titled Kryptonite - the stone make superman powerless - then Guy`s voice sounded so sorrowful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i listened it carefully... Guess what? It`s an in love song!!!! &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Auntie, we have lot stories together..... I miss you... Just hope you`ll find your Kryptonite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 26px; height: 26px;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/5.gif" alt="senyumkenyit" title="senyumkenyit" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5791007032955419493-4369807586107271507?l=lavendersymphony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/4369807586107271507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5791007032955419493&amp;postID=4369807586107271507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/4369807586107271507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/4369807586107271507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/2009/08/kryptonite.html' title='Kryptonite'/><author><name>Deacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032405364664363524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpQ1QYE6NYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/088SR5Oanhs/S220/France-Provence-Lavender-Sunflower-Digital.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791007032955419493.post-8540023166619584577</id><published>2009-08-26T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T03:26:22.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lavender Symphony :  POEM'/><title type='text'>Cast Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/Sek9KGNtMGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7aj5ovZstBI/s320/labirin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325855278018408546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cast away&lt;br /&gt;drift in the wave&lt;br /&gt;float over the foam&lt;br /&gt;and dog tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cast away&lt;br /&gt;drink a half of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;my stomach puffed up&lt;br /&gt;It`s give hard measure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cast away&lt;br /&gt;I just follow the sea&lt;br /&gt;to find paradise island&lt;br /&gt;But there`s thousand ways&lt;br /&gt;and million vehicle&lt;br /&gt;Hold one`s piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cast away&lt;br /&gt;Wide sky above&lt;br /&gt;I try follow the bird&lt;br /&gt;they only catch the fish&lt;br /&gt;CRUEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cast away&lt;br /&gt;deep world beneath&lt;br /&gt;I try follow the turtle&lt;br /&gt;they only lay eggs&lt;br /&gt;COLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cast away&lt;br /&gt;Isn`t anyone trying to find me?&lt;br /&gt;It`s a damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;cracking my bones into pieces&lt;br /&gt;I hold by the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fear of the darkness&lt;br /&gt;In low spirits&lt;br /&gt;In great passion&lt;br /&gt;In tears&lt;br /&gt;In two minds&lt;br /&gt;In the end…&lt;br /&gt;CAST AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wrote this poem when I was still in high school. Ha, what a precious memory it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember about feeling in confusing and empty, so I poured it into paper…voila! That`s how this poem created. It was a periode i`ve been so crazy in writing. Seemed so cheerful with Evony and Queen Devil. We were deeply sinking down into Peter Pan`s world, weren`t we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5791007032955419493-8540023166619584577?l=lavendersymphony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/8540023166619584577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5791007032955419493&amp;postID=8540023166619584577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/8540023166619584577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/8540023166619584577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/2009/08/cast-away.html' title='Cast Away'/><author><name>Deacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032405364664363524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpQ1QYE6NYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/088SR5Oanhs/S220/France-Provence-Lavender-Sunflower-Digital.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/Sek9KGNtMGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7aj5ovZstBI/s72-c/labirin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791007032955419493.post-163001922315297576</id><published>2009-08-26T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:47:08.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shout Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Legend'/><title type='text'>The Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/Sc31TaA-lOI/AAAAAAAAADY/FxEOS9D8y7c/s320/AA-ES312%7EMoon-Dance-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318176448744166626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Consciousness expresses itself trough creation. This world we live in this dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when i`m dancing, I have felt touched by something sacred. In those moment, I felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved. I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known. I keep on dancing then it is the eternal dance of creation. The creator and creation merge into one wholeness of joy. I keep on dancing… and dancing, until there`s only the dance".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is taken from Michael Jackson`s album which belongs to Evony. When casset was still being king of music. The cover showed his eagle eyes, stab to the heart. It was his voice within. Something attracted me so much was that it`s describing how someone found his truly place in this world. He definetely in love about what he did. He merge into it. It seems so beautiful at all… I think he was one of the most gorgeous artist the world ever had…  Don`t you remember that legendary peaceful song “Heal The World”… But I feel so sorry about the cases dropped into him… What an awful ending… Ouch, I don’t feel happy for it… I do…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=193308-speechless.gif" alt=":argh:" title=":argh:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5791007032955419493-163001922315297576?l=lavendersymphony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/163001922315297576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5791007032955419493&amp;postID=163001922315297576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/163001922315297576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/163001922315297576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance.html' title='The Dance'/><author><name>Deacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032405364664363524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpQ1QYE6NYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/088SR5Oanhs/S220/France-Provence-Lavender-Sunflower-Digital.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/Sc31TaA-lOI/AAAAAAAAADY/FxEOS9D8y7c/s72-c/AA-ES312%7EMoon-Dance-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791007032955419493.post-3700019122946534934</id><published>2009-08-26T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:25:57.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Please let me bring to you my official blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in international language  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is made in order to improve my English ability (so forgive me for any mistakes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 66px; height: 66px;" class="emoticon" src="http://sidekick.mysinablog.com/resserver.php?resource=187108-%E8%B7%AA%E6%8B%9C%E7%A6%AEnew.gif" alt=":sorry:" title=":sorry:" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 39px; height: 39px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/5263/musikpi4.gif" alt=":music:" title=":music:" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 39px; height: 39px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/5263/musikpi4.gif" alt=":music:" title=":music:" /&gt;  and absolutely lead my creativity as well. Just enjoy it.....&lt;img style="width: 39px; height: 39px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/5263/musikpi4.gif" alt=":music:" title=":music:" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 39px; height: 39px;" class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/5263/musikpi4.gif" alt=":music:" title=":music:" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will i tell you about?  &lt;img style="width: 18px; height: 18px;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/39.gif" alt="fikir" title="fikir" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the header and description wrote above....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets enjoy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ART&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1410/ayukzw6.gif" alt=":ayuk:" title=":ayuk:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1410/ayukzw6.gif" alt=":ayuk:" title=":ayuk:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1410/ayukzw6.gif" alt=":ayuk:" title=":ayuk:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1410/ayukzw6.gif" alt=":ayuk:" title=":ayuk:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1410/ayukzw6.gif" alt=":ayuk:" title=":ayuk:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1410/ayukzw6.gif" alt=":ayuk:" title=":ayuk:" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter if you`re black or white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 72px; height: 31px;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/6.gif" alt="peluk" title="peluk" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Very special thanx to My Sei for all your support...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/8.gif" alt="love" title="love" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5791007032955419493-3700019122946534934?l=lavendersymphony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/feeds/3700019122946534934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5791007032955419493&amp;postID=3700019122946534934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/3700019122946534934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5791007032955419493/posts/default/3700019122946534934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendersymphony.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Deacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15032405364664363524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suIYS0-GQwk/SpQ1QYE6NYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/088SR5Oanhs/S220/France-Provence-Lavender-Sunflower-Digital.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
