<?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-5118259198159308217</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:02:52.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kesuksesan itu berasal dari hati.........</title><subtitle type='html'>be love yourself,,,</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118259198159308217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i love my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04992400465917378732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SOr2SRVRS-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q03bukCiMdk/S220/images.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118259198159308217.post-6679806785890508358</id><published>2008-11-04T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:42:56.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The spirit came from my mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SRAK_2KveVI/AAAAAAAAABM/tjAN9gakHIY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SRAK_2KveVI/AAAAAAAAABM/tjAN9gakHIY/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264720056384715090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love my mom.I don’t know&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;if my mother isn’t accompany me as long as my life, may be will not be energy for me to life. Because during I was life she always gave me spirit .Although she didn`t show her concern for me immediately ,but from her attitude ,I knew that my mother want to see her child success. But she didn`t say&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to me, what which she want from me, she wasn`t ever advised me, except if I commited something who made my mother angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When my examination came, my mother always accompany me, with the a glass of milk &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.She wasn`t slept before my study was finished .She always look up me with seriously ,if I was concentrating with my study. Occasional my mother overslept in the chair beside me .i always attended her to slept though, but she refuse my suggestion . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the morning,before I went to school, my mother got up at 3 o’clock, because she always did tahajud pray,for blessing me so that I could finish my exam easily .Then she always prepared my breakfast ,usually she cooked rice with fried of egg or sarden ,and add a glass of milk .I like egg ,so my mother always cooked it almost every day,he…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the allocation of the report of value was got in ,my mother wasn`t direct to open that ,but she only asked the sequence me in my class, Alhamdulillah from Junor high school until Senior high school I always got a good value .My mother saw my value if I begged her to conclude my report of value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She always smile if opened my report.In my life,I only hope to &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;looked my mother happy ,whatever I will do to make my mother always smile. Although I couldn`t replied all kind of my mother ,I will be the best for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118259198159308217-6679806785890508358?l=chubby08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/feeds/6679806785890508358/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118259198159308217&amp;postID=6679806785890508358' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118259198159308217/posts/default/6679806785890508358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118259198159308217/posts/default/6679806785890508358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/2008/11/spirit-came-from-my-mother.html' title='The spirit came from my mother'/><author><name>i love my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04992400465917378732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SOr2SRVRS-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q03bukCiMdk/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SRAK_2KveVI/AAAAAAAAABM/tjAN9gakHIY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118259198159308217.post-6759805965437298751</id><published>2008-10-28T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:39:32.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SQbNsQe5p8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/JDaD3Ym0h0g/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SQbNsQe5p8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/JDaD3Ym0h0g/s400/images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262119374851516354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                       My mom was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;born in Ciamis at Septembe 10, 1958. She married with my father at 1976 .she met with my father in Ciamis , because they neighbor one another.One time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;they always met in their environment ,and then the love show up in their heart.My father was first love my mom .After they was near for 5 month ,my father submit the proposal immediately to my mom’s family. My father was very like to my mother ,because in that time , my mother was star in my region .Mother is the third child of my grandmother .She is the last child,so my mother fairly like tyke . although that, my mother have a good temper,she is full of love ,in my face she always show romantic with my father.But if my mother was angry she always went to my grandmother’s home to steady herself . She wasn’t take it with problems which annoyed her.it was one cause that my mom’s heart was very mellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My mother like cook all of new cuisine .usually ,she always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saw her menu from the maga&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SQbPDSodnzI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gqt80pFDvgc/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SQbPDSodnzI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gqt80pFDvgc/s400/images2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262120870077112114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zine or television and then she alwys tried. My mother was great chef,because all of food which she cook was very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;delicious. But she never asked me to help her,because she only want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;her child to study and study every time. Occasional ,if I tried to help her ,she wasn’t ever care me,instead she didn’t want to tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cuisine which I made.i didn’t understand why she pull through that ,last until that was be in my life. Once in a while I was didn’t care with necessary my mom ,because she educated me with that.I am sorry mother ,my environment which brought me to did it. last ago I didn’t understand you .But Now ,I will make you happy and always smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118259198159308217-6759805965437298751?l=chubby08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/feeds/6759805965437298751/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118259198159308217&amp;postID=6759805965437298751' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118259198159308217/posts/default/6759805965437298751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118259198159308217/posts/default/6759805965437298751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-mom-4.html' title='My Mom (4)'/><author><name>i love my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04992400465917378732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SOr2SRVRS-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q03bukCiMdk/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SQbNsQe5p8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/JDaD3Ym0h0g/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118259198159308217.post-2599437538128693453</id><published>2008-10-18T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:20:10.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom for my life (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    My journey of life is started when mother delivered&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;of me in the world .But now, I am not remember&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;, what was&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;kind of me&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;for her when I was&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;junior high school. Because in that years,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t care to her. i&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;was only take care my importance ,I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;was only can cry if my wish wasn’t care. My mother was not&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ever angry to me or gave me instruction to do something. She expected me to do something according awareness myself. Maybe&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the assumption&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;of my family toward me is presumed me as sweetheart of my mother. because she always complied whatever which I want .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    My mother leave over me for do everything of my life according my thought. she do really believe me that I can get good living. I learned to get a good life with saw attitude of my family. My family upheld value of propriety, conviviality, etc. from it, I knew that my life must like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    First time, when I got the lesson&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Islam from my father ,he learned me the way of read Al Qur’an, he always learned me every day after praying of Magrib ,if my father didn’t learn me,he enjoin me to went to mosque for learn read Al-Qur’an with my friends . And my mother was always happy , if I was near with my father. Because my father and I rare speak each other .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was not dare if I spoke with my father though,I always quited if my father didn’t call me.i was really reluctant to him . if I want to begged something to my father ,I always asked my mother to speak with him.But Alhamdulillah all which I want can i get .I always know situation of finance my family,so they can accede it.My mother always persuade my father&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to believe me. Really,my mother is so believe&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;me,so I was afraid if I disappointed her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118259198159308217-2599437538128693453?l=chubby08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/feeds/2599437538128693453/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118259198159308217&amp;postID=2599437538128693453' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118259198159308217/posts/default/2599437538128693453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118259198159308217/posts/default/2599437538128693453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-mom-for-my-life-3.html' title='My mom for my life (3)'/><author><name>i love my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04992400465917378732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SOr2SRVRS-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q03bukCiMdk/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118259198159308217.post-215256852609439481</id><published>2008-10-17T01:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:10:14.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom for my life (2)</title><content type='html'>(2)&lt;br /&gt;Mother..&lt;br /&gt;you are pregnant me for ninth month in your womb, in that month you are always pressure, because you was worried me ,you afraid the baby in your womb unwell. But you always smile and invite your baby to spoke with expectation that the baby in your womb can smile too .If I booted your stomach , you squeezed me with your love. The day when your stomach was ill, you always prayed to Allah SWT so that the baby in your stomach can born quickly without failed .when you brought into the world your baby, you strangled your dread and your ache for the love of your baby ,you didn`t care your self. I knew , you kept from your ache with hide your hand into your blanket, so as so your family didn`t know your ach really. which you want just save your baby. with full of scrambled, finally the baby was born on September 10 1988,it was on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I have same birth day. many people said that ,if the baby was born on the Saturday, she/he can temper patient and mellow. the temper it’s right, my mother is very nice, she raise me with full love, and she is not ever angry for me, if I am wrong,she talk to me for warning me ,but isn’t strong.&lt;br /&gt;My mother was born September 23 in Ciamis, she is a teacher in Junior high school of Rancah, she graduated of Galuh University ,my mother have 2 children, that is my syster and me.I am school where my mother teach in there. In the school, my mom not ever discriminate me with another student. She is fair,although she want to see her child success to get good value in school,but she isn'n shady.She is believe me,and she learn me to do all of something alone.one case which i glad from my mom,she always smile to all of people,although her heart was ill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118259198159308217-215256852609439481?l=chubby08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/feeds/215256852609439481/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118259198159308217&amp;postID=215256852609439481' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118259198159308217/posts/default/215256852609439481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118259198159308217/posts/default/215256852609439481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/2008/10/mom-for-my-life-2.html' title='Mom for my life (2)'/><author><name>i love my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04992400465917378732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SOr2SRVRS-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q03bukCiMdk/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118259198159308217.post-335659220017194571</id><published>2008-10-07T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:27:33.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom in my life 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SOtXnr5FK3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/CQUrUcZNi_w/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254389729566468978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SOtXnr5FK3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/CQUrUcZNi_w/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SHE IS MY MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Idul Fitri day of 1429 H is meaningful for my life,because now,I know that be powerfull of love which give me breath overhead the love of Allah.and now I realizing that during me exist in this world,she is object from my life, it is gives felicity for her and hope for love of Allah to always gives pride for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even be story which declare that someone ask to Nabi Muhammad SAW “Rasulullah ,who between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who must be regarded by me?”,Rasulullah said “Your mother..”,and thereafterhe ask again to Rasulullah ,” and then who between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who must be regarded by me?”, Rasulullah said “Your mother..”,and then until third ,thej respon of Tasulullah toward his question was same.And last of fourth he answered “your Father..”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Subhanallah ..mom..mom..mom..it`s so glorious a mother in front of Allah SWT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The title of this article is mother,because I want to dedicate this effort for mother who give all of her life only for her child.for happiness her children. I want to decalare all of the word which can placate her heart,but that isn`t replace all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of a good turn during my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A case which want I do for my mother ,that is make my mothe crack a smile ,But now I know,despite she always show happy ,but her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;face isn`t prevaricate,he keep back many hackles.Her face looks like tired and wrinkles in her face is showing that she is more and more old.isn`t feel that mother was ccompany this world during 52 years.and as long as it I didn`t aware despite a little for paying back a kind of my mother.Mom always send out her love ,despite she is falling up sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mother..First time when you know that you are pregnant,you are very happy ,although you must upchucks everytime,because you are starts pregnant in your uterus.The god of Allah was collate you and I in mother body`s, the second month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;until fourth you feel pressure because many wish which must you follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;up ,if you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;feel sad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118259198159308217-335659220017194571?l=chubby08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/feeds/335659220017194571/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118259198159308217&amp;postID=335659220017194571' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118259198159308217/posts/default/335659220017194571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118259198159308217/posts/default/335659220017194571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/2008/10/mom-in-my-life.html' title='Mom in my life 1'/><author><name>i love my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04992400465917378732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SOr2SRVRS-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q03bukCiMdk/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SOtXnr5FK3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/CQUrUcZNi_w/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118259198159308217.post-2587933271578593941</id><published>2008-10-06T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:04:25.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118259198159308217-2587933271578593941?l=chubby08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/feeds/2587933271578593941/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118259198159308217&amp;postID=2587933271578593941' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118259198159308217/posts/default/2587933271578593941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118259198159308217/posts/default/2587933271578593941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubby08.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>i love my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04992400465917378732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MICDpyhpIaI/SOr2SRVRS-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q03bukCiMdk/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
