<?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-28577317</id><updated>2012-01-16T16:20:53.430+07:00</updated><category term='boutique'/><category term='sad'/><title type='text'>H A R M O N Y HIDUPKU</title><subtitle type='html'>In necessariis unitas, in dubiis libertas, in omnibus caritas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-7160240869711562567</id><published>2011-09-12T18:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T18:26:46.512+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray</title><summary type='text'>God, above all that i'm asking..

Please watch and protect my Jovan..
i surrender my son in Your hand.
cause i know no one in this earth can look after him more than You..
he's my son, he's the one that i'm giving all that i never done before in the past...
God.. keep him in Your hand..
Amien...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/7160240869711562567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=7160240869711562567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/7160240869711562567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/7160240869711562567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2011/09/pray.html' title='Pray'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-2500207546887908552</id><published>2011-07-19T17:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T18:00:08.113+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pengen kurus</title><summary type='text'>uuuhhh.. akhir-akhir ni bt deh ama berat badan yang naik terus, apalgi sejak ngelahirin.. ga banget.. huhuhuuhu.. pengen nurunin 8 kg aja

tapi kayanya susah banget deh...  heeellllllppppp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/2500207546887908552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=2500207546887908552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/2500207546887908552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/2500207546887908552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2011/07/pengen-kurus.html' title='pengen kurus'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-2168782867501607704</id><published>2011-03-31T16:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:22:31.971+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><summary type='text'>My good Lord in Heaven
maybe I'm not your good child
and i often forgot to pray
i know i hurt your feeling a lot
and I'm not obey your command
for that forgive me Lord..

But..

Dear Lord..
i need your loving hand,
i desperately need your interfering
Good God..
how i can deal with this
I'm just a human with no power n strength
see my son God, look at him God
give him a good place and loving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/2168782867501607704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=2168782867501607704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/2168782867501607704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/2168782867501607704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2011/03/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-1940377965711155273</id><published>2011-02-28T14:05:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:18:00.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduce my son</title><summary type='text'>
His name is Jovan Nicholas L tobing, Born in October 21, 2010... My charming Prince</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/1940377965711155273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=1940377965711155273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/1940377965711155273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/1940377965711155273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2011/02/introduce-my-son.html' title='Introduce my son'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSRfWUqeJz0/TWtLeio3hQI/AAAAAAAAADk/z5-FWerZifQ/s72-c/DSC01525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-9031480776850664456</id><published>2009-11-26T17:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:02:04.677+07:00</updated><title type='text'>how can i ???</title><summary type='text'>How can I...
make u out of my mind..
i want to live without remember u again...
i want to start a new page, but i became such a hypocrite.
when things went wrong.. i only want to chase u to make me calm..
in your world is a place where i feel safe
i realize...
All those moments behind, means so much for me,
i cry on it cause i never appreciate it b4..

I know everything is to late now n I'm tight</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/9031480776850664456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=9031480776850664456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/9031480776850664456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/9031480776850664456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-can-i.html' title='how can i ???'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-3923706282813075563</id><published>2009-07-28T18:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:35:58.313+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Susahnya jadi orang dewasa</title><summary type='text'>Dulu siy enak, waktu jaman SMA, ga da kepikiran apa2... ga kerasa waktu mengalir, masa SMA udah 12 tahun yang lalu.. (getting old)
Sekarang yang ada ruwet ama pikiran2 yang katanya pikiran orang dewasa... mikirin kerjaan, mikirin nyari duit, mikirin ngidupin diri sendiri, mikirin kehidupan pribadi,,, wehhh banyak banget... lum lagi + masalah2 yang berdatangan tanpa dipanggil (mang jalangkung) + </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/3923706282813075563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=3923706282813075563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/3923706282813075563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/3923706282813075563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2009/07/susahnya-jadi-orang-dewasa.html' title='Susahnya jadi orang dewasa'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-5171216797120973755</id><published>2009-06-02T13:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:04:28.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Feels Like Home"</title><summary type='text'>Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms
There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life

If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done

It feels like home to me, it feels like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/5171216797120973755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=5171216797120973755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5171216797120973755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5171216797120973755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2009/06/feels-like-home.html' title='&quot;Feels Like Home&quot;'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-3450174615188090566</id><published>2009-05-21T11:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:12:49.497+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My status now.</title><summary type='text'>Kerja di sebuah restaurant di bandung, jadi marketing ceritanya.. enjoy my job, happy with my job.. hehehe.. 
 for the moment, kerjaan adalah satu hal yang bikin pikiranku positif saat ini... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/3450174615188090566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=3450174615188090566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/3450174615188090566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/3450174615188090566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-status-now.html' title='My status now.'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-3224166561739729144</id><published>2009-05-21T11:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:08:02.652+07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing something..</title><summary type='text'>Miss my friends, miss the time we shared before, they all gone now, continuing their llife with their own problems and their new life, leaving me behind..
Girls i Love u guys.. i miss us. miss the laugh, the cry, all the crazy things we've done...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/3224166561739729144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=3224166561739729144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/3224166561739729144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/3224166561739729144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing-something.html' title='missing something..'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-8276045857921212250</id><published>2009-04-27T17:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:13:02.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><summary type='text'>Hehhehe.. its been a long time i dont check my blog.. but my head is empty so i dont have anything to write on..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/8276045857921212250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=8276045857921212250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/8276045857921212250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/8276045857921212250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-4222005338047424294</id><published>2008-10-20T16:39:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:49:09.582+07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what friends are for</title><summary type='text'>And I never thought I'd feel this way
And as far as I'm concerned
I'm glad I got the chance to say
That I do believe I love you

And if I should ever go away
Well then close your eyes and try
To feel the way we do today
And then if you can remember ...

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/4222005338047424294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=4222005338047424294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/4222005338047424294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/4222005338047424294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2008/10/thats-what-friends-are-for.html' title='That&apos;s what friends are for'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-5644153994263139113</id><published>2008-10-01T14:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:22:22.962+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God.. 
When I looked at my past, i seen one soul so empty, dark mind filled with emotional and ego 
I was a selfish person and full of anger, have no patience at all, what worst of it is that i do things that are not right, all things that not appropriate, and i cant count how many sins i made, the wrong desicion that makes my life darker n darker.  
Thats my past. all that i have is not mine, my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/5644153994263139113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=5644153994263139113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5644153994263139113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5644153994263139113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2008/10/god.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-5963295230475644286</id><published>2008-06-27T17:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:18:30.527+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pikiran hamba</title><summary type='text'>Tak lebih dari sekedar hamba..
bernafas dan hidup dari kaki dunia..
penuh kotoran dan air mata..
hanya mencoba bertahan,
dalam penatnya angan-angan yang kian pupus..

Tak lebih dari sekedar hamba..
mengabdi pada bumi...
mengharap sesuap bekal
berharap mimpi jadi nyata..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/5963295230475644286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=5963295230475644286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5963295230475644286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5963295230475644286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2008/06/pikiran-hamba.html' title='Pikiran hamba'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-4045664130219644236</id><published>2008-06-09T17:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:02:00.137+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ocean</title><summary type='text'>I'm heading to the ocean, 
i don't know where the wave will flow me.
I know i'm scared but i'm ready to have my journey across the  ocean,
no matter the storm may knock me down,
or the wind can tear my boat,
or my boat crashed to the rocks.
I believe i can make it somehow,
and my boat will sail all the way,
trough the ocean..
cause i know i have you as my partner..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/4045664130219644236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=4045664130219644236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/4045664130219644236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/4045664130219644236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2008/06/ocean.html' title='The Ocean'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-8922070654271027993</id><published>2008-05-22T16:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:06:31.146+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes what it takes</title><summary type='text'>You throw everythings u  have,  
for someone you think good enough for u???
ooo so stupid or are u too idiot???
pushing your own luck for what they called love????
man.. where is your mind.
you had everything.. i called it live n good.. 
why u choose to stuck with it???
u said "It takes What it Takes"
how silly is that in this time of life???
enjoy it!! suck with it... hope u happy!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/8922070654271027993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=8922070654271027993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/8922070654271027993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/8922070654271027993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-takes-what-it-takes.html' title='It Takes what it takes'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-5956986957671756223</id><published>2008-03-14T18:27:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:40:13.489+07:00</updated><title type='text'>mirror</title><summary type='text'> Some feeling can be express and some feeling just cant be express
 Cos u don't know where to put the feeling and the shape of it
 I learn that i don't always get what i want n what i need, i tried to leave it in God Hand, cos i know He'll find the way for me, and in this universe i just follow the life He has given me, and tried to be good, though i know i'm not His good mankind. 
 What i felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/5956986957671756223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=5956986957671756223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5956986957671756223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5956986957671756223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2008/03/mirror.html' title='mirror'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-4036373634963991862</id><published>2008-02-09T13:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:02:56.793+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time 4 me</title><summary type='text'>You know the color of Grey and Black? thats my color right know, despite i'm happy with my job now, but i' m not happy with my life right now, and nobody sees it or even people that close to me...
Need my time alone to find whats beneath my self, find who is me, and what i wanna do with my life. i just wanna be "alone" not that i'm selfish, but i dont want to think about anything then my job, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/4036373634963991862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=4036373634963991862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/4036373634963991862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/4036373634963991862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-4-me.html' title='Time 4 me'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-5310146889859173902</id><published>2008-01-02T18:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:57:59.735+07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Giving...</title><summary type='text'>It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding. 
Kahlil Gibran</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/5310146889859173902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=5310146889859173902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5310146889859173902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5310146889859173902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2008/01/about-giving.html' title='About Giving...'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-5370881956496350995</id><published>2007-12-12T20:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T20:39:58.302+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My O My</title><summary type='text'>
Life is a journey, from the day u were born till the day u closed your eyes eternally.

And in your journey its your decision to choose the road u take, and take the consequence, its all depend on you. There is no word regrets for what u believe and choose, if u took one way then commit to it.. don't ever regret it, Thats what i mean with consequence.
In my journey, sometimes i mess up, and i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/5370881956496350995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=5370881956496350995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5370881956496350995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5370881956496350995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-o-my.html' title='My O My'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-3076381635345842536</id><published>2007-11-30T19:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T19:42:33.547+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>WHY</title><summary type='text'>All this time... 
I though it will come to an end, an end like i wishes 2..
but i gues not every wishes i made come true,
maybe i wish to hard, and i wish it in a wrong place,
But dont answer my heart if it ment nothing,
Coz from the start u know how i afraid to get hurt again..
Why u love me but u dont want me...
Why...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/3076381635345842536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/3076381635345842536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/11/why.html' title='WHY'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-5644295014226636409</id><published>2007-10-23T21:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:33:11.347+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past, Present and Future</title><summary type='text'>Three things that have connection to each other. lots of things i wanna share about this three things.. but.. later maybe..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/5644295014226636409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=5644295014226636409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5644295014226636409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5644295014226636409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/10/past-present-and-future.html' title='The Past, Present and Future'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-6794363953486620378</id><published>2007-09-26T17:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T17:57:39.435+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive n Forgiven</title><summary type='text'>Maybe i cant act or speak like an angel, maybe i never know how to express what i had inside, but its not right for u to judge me so unkindly, after all the time, after what we ever had before, its make me sad to heard it. 
Lets forgive and forgiven, so the memories will stay beautiful.

Maybe i do u wrong, maybe once or two i hurt your heart, but lets close all the hurts and try to looked all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/6794363953486620378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=6794363953486620378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/6794363953486620378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/6794363953486620378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/09/forgive-n-forgiven.html' title='Forgive n Forgiven'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-6927446775032012193</id><published>2007-09-17T21:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:06:33.089+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah McLachan - Answer...</title><summary type='text'>I will be the answer
At the end of the line
I will be there for you
While you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty
I will be your solid ground
I will hold the balance
If you can't look down

If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
‘Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
And when the stars have all gone out
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/6927446775032012193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=6927446775032012193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/6927446775032012193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/6927446775032012193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/09/sarah-mclachan-answer.html' title='Sarah McLachan - Answer...'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-3183115263177664521</id><published>2007-08-13T20:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:46:39.459+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Street - The Everlasting</title><summary type='text'>The gap that grows between our lives
The gap our parents never had
Stop those thoughts control your mind
Replace the things that you despise
Oh youre old I hear you say
It doesnt mean that I dont care
I dont believe in it anymore
Pathetic acts for a worthless cause

In the beginning when we were winning
When our smiles were genuine
In the beginning when we were winning
When our smiles were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/3183115263177664521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=3183115263177664521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/3183115263177664521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/3183115263177664521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/08/manic-street-everlasting.html' title='Manic Street - The Everlasting'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-8323496138573324185</id><published>2007-08-04T21:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:55:02.038+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>            And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship." 

Your friend is your needs answered. 

He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. 

And he is your board and your fireside. 

For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace. 

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay." 

And when he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/8323496138573324185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=8323496138573324185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/8323496138573324185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/8323496138573324185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-youth-said-speak-to-us-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-2830658132577417515</id><published>2007-07-10T22:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:28:36.009+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Quotations</title><summary type='text'>Time is too slow for those who wait,

too swift for those who fear,

too long for those who grieve,

too short for those who rejoice,

but for those who love,

time is eternity...

----Forgot the writters------</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/2830658132577417515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=2830658132577417515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/2830658132577417515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/2830658132577417515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/07/famous-quotations.html' title='Famous Quotations'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-7246179450866925179</id><published>2007-07-05T00:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:07:10.652+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asa</title><summary type='text'>Dawai Hati bersenandung,
dalam rangkaian nada jiwa, 
Semburat rona tlah redamkan pucatnya jiwa, 

Bagai irama yang teduhkan sukma,
memenuhi cangkir jiwaku,
lambungkan angan menuju mimpi.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/7246179450866925179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=7246179450866925179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/7246179450866925179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/7246179450866925179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/07/asa.html' title='Asa'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-1702943838192848669</id><published>2007-06-17T19:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:44:29.509+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuse</title><summary type='text'>Feelin that makes me wonder... can it be exist and can it be true... i dont want to have this feelin, i avoid every reason to fall in love.. but guess i couldn't lie to my heart.
Still i found it hard to admit, hard to believe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/1702943838192848669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=1702943838192848669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/1702943838192848669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/1702943838192848669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/06/confuse.html' title='Confuse'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-5425941970323227547</id><published>2007-05-25T11:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T09:30:27.003+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Wet Wet - Julia Says</title><summary type='text'>Wet Wet Wet - Julia Says Lyrics

Here we go again, thru the backstreets of my mind


It seems my life was standing still


Who's sorry now, it's funny how I didn't know it





Here we go again, fighting things we never win


It seems our love was standing still I'm sorry now


It's funny how I don't feel the love


I just hear the words, julia says





She doesn't know what it's all about


She</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/5425941970323227547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=5425941970323227547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5425941970323227547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/5425941970323227547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/05/wet-wet-wet-julia-says.html' title='Wet Wet Wet - Julia Says'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-6700246096737910259</id><published>2007-05-04T13:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:12:53.468+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THINK BEFORE YOU ACT!!!!!
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/6700246096737910259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=6700246096737910259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/6700246096737910259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/6700246096737910259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/05/think-before-you-act.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-6413544234603897550</id><published>2007-04-26T11:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T12:04:39.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boutique</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/6413544234603897550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=6413544234603897550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/6413544234603897550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/6413544234603897550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-boutique_26.html' title='My Boutique'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nm8LR1q9auY/RjAyyB5hLxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ww-EWguXUjY/s72-c/half+size.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-1763398115327831583</id><published>2007-04-24T11:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:16:29.209+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boutique'/><title type='text'>My Boutique...</title><summary type='text'>After a few considerations, and having my background as a shopaholic... hahahaha, as many of my friends said that in spite of i save my money on peoples boutique and gave them money, why don't i open mine anyway, hhhmmmm.. i though that's an good idea, so starting last month, i prepare all for my boutique
Finally at April 3rd 2007,  i open my own Boutique, i used MARVEL APPAREL for my Boutique </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/1763398115327831583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=1763398115327831583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/1763398115327831583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/1763398115327831583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-boutique.html' title='My Boutique...'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-6385966998039983150</id><published>2007-04-23T14:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:11:21.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Him In my Eyes</title><summary type='text'>all him in my eyes,



he think about the future, not stuck by the past,

he fight for his dream, and not easily give up,

he pay attentions more to the world for what happening,

he have a strong character,so no one will neglact him,

he wants to be exist,

but he also one loving and patience heart,


never put underestimated me,

cares for what's going on in my days,

needs my hand to achieve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/6385966998039983150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=6385966998039983150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/6385966998039983150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/6385966998039983150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-him-in-my-eyes.html' title='All Him In my Eyes'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-7806214681724679185</id><published>2007-02-07T13:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:21:29.425+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home.. New Journey</title><summary type='text'>Dua hari yang lalu aku pindah ke sebuah rumah kontrakan dengan temanku, sebenarnya kami berempat, semuanya perempuan, awalnya aku dan temenku Novi memang berencana mencari rumah kontrakan, dengan maksud belajar mengurus rumah sendiri, kecuali untuk mencuci baju dan piring *in this case is be'coz my hand allergic to  detergent or washing soap-maklum tangan wanita karir.. hehehe..

Karena usia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/7806214681724679185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=7806214681724679185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/7806214681724679185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/7806214681724679185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-home-new-journey.html' title='New Home.. New Journey'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-116962413181135109</id><published>2007-01-24T14:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:35:31.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'>An excerpt...</title><summary type='text'>You have brains in your head,
You have feet in your shoes.

You can steer your self any direction you choose.
You're on your own.
And you know what you know.

And your the person
who'll decide where to go

Taken from "oh, The Places You'll Go" 
Written By Dr. Seuss</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/116962413181135109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/116962413181135109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2007/01/excerpt.html' title='An excerpt...'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-116114922314880256</id><published>2006-10-18T11:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:22:24.456+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't</title><summary type='text'>Can’t Remember the time - KD

Can’t remember a time, I didn’t Love you
Can’t remember a day when you were not on my mind
Can’t remember a dream that was’nt of you no I, oh I

I can’t remember a time I didn’t need you
Can’t think back to one moment not spent thingking of you
Can’t remember when my eyes didn’t see you
It’s true,,,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/116114922314880256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/116114922314880256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont.html' title='Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-115915724500967585</id><published>2006-09-25T11:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:12:08.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song to stand up...</title><summary type='text'>When you get caught in the rain
With nowhere to run
When you’re distraught
And in pain without anyone

When you keep crying out to be safe
but nobody comes
And you feel so far away
That you just can't
Find your way home
You can get there alone, it’s ok
Once you say

And if you keep falling down
Don’t you dare give in
You will arise safe and sound
So keep pressing on steadfastly
And you’ll find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/115915724500967585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=115915724500967585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115915724500967585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115915724500967585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/09/song-to-stand-up.html' title='A song to stand up...'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-115813420370583407</id><published>2006-09-13T14:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T15:21:56.251+07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU GOD</title><summary type='text'>Kemarin teman milisku mem-post kata-kata bijak tentang indahnya bersyukur, dan... aku cukup terhenyak karena menyadari kalau sekarang aku semakin jarang mengucap syukur dan terima kasih kepada-Nya.   
 Memahami arti bersyukur... biasanya saat kita menerima sesuatu, kita harus berterima kasih atas apa yang kita terima, Bersyukur sebenarnya adalah hal biasa, sedari kecil pasti kita diajarkan untuk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115813420370583407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115813420370583407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-you-god.html' title='THANK YOU GOD'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-115812023235544319</id><published>2006-09-13T10:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:43:59.503+07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><summary type='text'>Have U ever feels Happy and Sad at one time? Have U ever felt in love and broken at one time...?
Have u ever been in love?, thinkin of one until it takes your breath away?, filled your head only with his figure? Can only think of all wonderfull moments.

Well I felt it now…

How could one can trumble my head and heart so as my days only with simply kind of way, his way. How could i fall in like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115812023235544319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115812023235544319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-115692304049239897</id><published>2006-08-30T14:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:36:29.156+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ga Ada Judul...!!!</title><summary type='text'>hari ini pengen teriak sekencang2nya,,,
i have become so numb this few days.
need refreshing...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115692304049239897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115692304049239897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/08/ga-ada-judul.html' title='Ga Ada Judul...!!!'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-115494247944735700</id><published>2006-08-07T15:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:09:59.540+07:00</updated><title type='text'>On being an Eagle</title><summary type='text'>A man found an eagle's egg and put it in a nest of a barnyard hen. 
The eaglet hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them. 
All his life the eagle did what the barnyard chicks did, 
thinking he was a barnyard chicken. 
He scratched the earth for worms and insects. 
He clucked and cackled. 
And he would thrash his wings 
and fly a few feet into the air.

Years passed and the eagle grew</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115494247944735700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115494247944735700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-being-eagle.html' title='On being an Eagle'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-115286290619671569</id><published>2006-07-14T14:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T15:04:15.943+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One...</title><summary type='text'> I want somebody to share,
 Share the rest of my life
 Share my innermost thoughts
 Know my intimate details
 Someone who'll stand by my side
 And give me support
 And in return, he'll get my support
 He will listen to me when I want to speak
 About the world we live in and life in general
 Though my views may be wrong, they may even be perverted
 He'll hear me out, and won't easily be converted
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/115286290619671569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=115286290619671569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115286290619671569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115286290619671569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/07/one.html' title='The One...'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-115276699231705051</id><published>2006-07-13T11:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T16:34:06.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices n Decisions</title><summary type='text'>Kalian pasti pernah merasa dihadapkan pada kondisi untuk memilih dan membuat keputusan, dimulai dari hal kecil, seperti memilih baju apa yang akan kita pakai untuk menghadiri resepsi, sepatu A atau sepatu B yang akan kita beli (karena keduanya sama bagusnya tetapi budget anda hanya cukup untuk membeli satu), juga dalam memilih pekerjaan. Itu hanya sebagian dari pilihan pilihan kecil yang akan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/115276699231705051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=115276699231705051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115276699231705051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115276699231705051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/07/choices-n-decisions.html' title='Choices n Decisions'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-115260828396959041</id><published>2006-07-11T15:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:30:46.463+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoars of Geisha</title><summary type='text'>Pasti kalian cukup kenal dengan Novel atau film yang berjudul Memoars of Geisha, dengan lakon utamanya Sayuri-San, film yang cukup memukau di tahun 2005, minggu kemarin aku meminjam novel Memoars of Geisha dari salah satu teman kos, karena mood membacaku lagi muncul jadi apa salahnya melahap buku yang tebalnya lumayan juga bo,, ditambah karena rasa ingin tahu apakah isi novel ini sama dengan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/115260828396959041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=115260828396959041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115260828396959041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115260828396959041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/07/memoars-of-geisha.html' title='Memoars of Geisha'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-115105641723035055</id><published>2006-06-23T16:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:47:27.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Power,,,</title><summary type='text'>
Kalau ditanya apa bunga favoritku kebanyakan temen2ku pasti akan mengira mawar, atau malahan mengirim mawar sebagai tanda valentine atau apapun itu … yaa memang kenyataannya sudah berabad abad mawar dianggap sebagai icon untuk mewakili perasaan dalam hal ini lebih ke urusan Cinta, mawar memang indah tapi untukku bunga favoritku adalah dan selalu si BUNGA MATAHARI. 

Sejak kapan aku menyukainya? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/115105641723035055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=115105641723035055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115105641723035055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/115105641723035055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/06/flower-power.html' title='Flower Power,,,'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-114974118300969320</id><published>2006-06-08T12:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:39:22.103+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagu untuk seseorang,,,,</title><summary type='text'>Tak pernah ku tahu
Artinya merindu
Namun kau selalu
Dimataku
Cepatlah kembali
Kau t'lah lama pergi
Tinggalah bayangmu
Didalam lamunanku


Kusadari, ku akui
Hati ini telah terbagi
Saat ini ku menanti
Kasih hilang ada disini


"By: Arwana - Lamunanku"



Akhir2 ini jadi seneng dengerin lagu ini, lagu tua seeh,

tapi masih enak didengar dan ngena' banget, 

eh jadinya malah keingetan ma someone

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/114974118300969320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=114974118300969320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/114974118300969320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/114974118300969320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/06/lagu-untuk-seseorang_114974118300969320.html' title='Lagu untuk seseorang,,,,'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-114845891570921796</id><published>2006-05-24T15:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:16:28.240+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going 26 th,,,</title><summary type='text'>So many things happened in my life for the last 26th years, and here at the city of Bandung,  place where all my journey began...
  Without my parents, without my mother who always provided my needs. Here, alone... I have to decide my own directions, though its wrong or right, do everything with my own hand, live with my own rules, my own way, free like a bird but... still kept my faith and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/114845891570921796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=114845891570921796&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/114845891570921796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/114845891570921796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/05/going-26-th.html' title='Going 26 th,,,'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-114836794375552745</id><published>2006-05-23T14:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T13:06:51.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahlil Gibran POEM   &lt;&lt;&lt;</title><summary type='text'>Love One Another      Love one another, but make not a bond of love    Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.      Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.    Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.         Sing and dance together and be joyous,    but let each one of you be alone,    Even as the strings of a lute are alone    though they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/114836794375552745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=114836794375552745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/114836794375552745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/114836794375552745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/05/kahlil-gibran-poem.html' title='Kahlil Gibran POEM   &lt;&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28577317.post-114836561193182547</id><published>2006-05-23T13:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:40:21.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gals goes to Lembang...</title><summary type='text'>


























Minggu siang ga da kerjaan, jadi deh menyeret tiga temanku ke Lembang, meskipun cuaca Bandung yang ga berteman, alias ujan, tapi daripada bete menyerang, jadilah kita berangkat, selama perjalanan ada yang foto2, ada yang merayu, ada yang pusing ngedengerin lagu2 jadul, oooh tapi ada lagu yang diputer di radio,,,, and jadi theme song gue hari itu, lagu lama judulnya "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/feeds/114836561193182547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28577317&amp;postID=114836561193182547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/114836561193182547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28577317/posts/default/114836561193182547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliafrans.blogspot.com/2006/05/gals-goes-to-lembang.html' title='Gals goes to Lembang...'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02417752024870882833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VCS4SaXdds/TwRCcMOeb9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xcgyiBRUtHU/s220/fb%2Blogo.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
