<?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-15843846</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:08:17.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Thing</title><subtitle type='html'>You can see all the sweetest thing in my life here. And because I wanna improve my english so I also use english in my blog. I hope my english profiency will be better and better especially for structure and written expression.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noerchoi2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15843846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noerchoi2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Noer Choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880218558015928026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpXdf_Or5GY/RefsXE0hIJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LO5PVtQK9VQ/s320/tulip04.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15843846.post-5827360167545723684</id><published>2007-12-24T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:01:27.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am falling in love with "Sang Pemimpi" Andrea Hirata. I like this book very much. I am falling in love with Ikal n Arai especially Arai. He is very charm. How could, while a parentless since 10 old age, he could still smile n made another person laugh. Her stubbornness face life makes me speechless. N her way of life makes my eyes open. It makes me realize that I don't have anything except courage n dream. N I am fighting so that my dream will come true. Cause without dream, person like me will die. Maybe after this, I am still here but I never precede  my destiny. Subhanallah, is Arai real?? I wish someday I will find someone like him. I miss this day.&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/15843846-5827360167545723684?l=noerchoi2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noerchoi2.blogspot.com/feeds/5827360167545723684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15843846&amp;postID=5827360167545723684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15843846/posts/default/5827360167545723684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15843846/posts/default/5827360167545723684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noerchoi2.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreamer.html' title='A dreamer'/><author><name>Noer Choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880218558015928026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpXdf_Or5GY/RefsXE0hIJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LO5PVtQK9VQ/s320/tulip04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15843846.post-112625046484360919</id><published>2005-09-09T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T19:06:35.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Obstinacy,  My Brittleness</title><content type='html'>Do you know somebody who looks so stubborn, truely he/she is a weak person and he/she needs a help.  And so do I. Last night something happened when I was going from my office. And it make me realize that truely the brittleness is still in my mind. Although I always kept try to stubborn when I was confronting a trouble. But I am only a human who still need a help from another person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15843846-112625046484360919?l=noerchoi2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noerchoi2.blogspot.com/feeds/112625046484360919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15843846&amp;postID=112625046484360919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15843846/posts/default/112625046484360919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15843846/posts/default/112625046484360919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noerchoi2.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-obstinacy-my-brittleness.html' title='My Obstinacy,  My Brittleness'/><author><name>Noer Choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880218558015928026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DpXdf_Or5GY/RefsXE0hIJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LO5PVtQK9VQ/s320/tulip04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
