<?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-7134003579913104220</id><updated>2012-01-07T10:35:07.880-08:00</updated><category term='Puisia'/><category term='Inspirador'/><category term='Hadomi Timor Leste'/><category term='Istoria Badak'/><category term='stress'/><category term='web'/><category term='Hamnasa'/><category term='nicolao lobato'/><category term='esperancas-rasgadas'/><category term='Oin-Oin'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='istoria timor'/><category term='Historia'/><title type='text'>..::MARCI-QIBOT::..</title><subtitle type='html'>HAU DALAN RASIK...

;-)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-6030579964062951022</id><published>2011-02-15T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T00:35:14.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirador'/><title type='text'>DA ENTREGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YkKwBW9VJmY/TUrUl_fqoQI/AAAAAAAAEWw/9prtgGVBDNw/s1600/Isvara+Pranidhana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97); margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YkKwBW9VJmY/TUrUl_fqoQI/AAAAAAAAEWw/9prtgGVBDNw/s320/Isvara+Pranidhana.jpg" width="299" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(25, 157, 142); border-right-color: rgb(25, 157, 142); border-bottom-color: rgb(25, 157, 142); border-left-color: rgb(25, 157, 142); " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; "&gt;Texto e imagem: &lt;a href="http://yoga.pro/" style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97); "&gt;yoga.pro&lt;/a&gt; by Tereza Freire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;Momento de Ishvara Pranidhana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;• Ishvara Pranidhana é entregar-se a Deus. É render-se... Este Deus que pode ter a forma que você quiser: pode ser santo, um guru, um iluminado, pode ser do reino animal, do mineral, pode ter a forma das ondas do mar, pode ser um rio, pode ser o pôr-do-sol, Buda ou Cristo, mas é alguém ou algo aos pés de quem você se prostra. Seja deitado, de joelhos, abaixando a cabeça ou com o sinal da cruz. Você se curva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Entregar-se é muito mais do que respeitar. É dedicar cada minuto de sua existência a essa força suprema. É fazer com que cada ato seja sagrado. Deixar de re-agir e passar a agir com discernimento, porque essa capacidade de escolher entre o certo e o errado é a única diferença que temos dos animais. Como seres humanos e encarnados, podemos ritualizar cada ato que fazemos, dando às nossas ações o caráter de escolhas e não de reações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Assim, eu escolho agir de acordo com as leis do dharma e fazer de cada ato uma puja, ou seja, uma oferenda. Eu existo para servir a algo que é muito maior que o meu ego que faz. Trabalho para melhorar a vida das pessoas ao meu redor, e procuro não ferir nem magoar ninguém com palavras ou atitudes. Isso é Ishvara pranidhana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• E a forma de sacralizar esta devoção é através do puja, onde eu ofereço o meu coração em forma de símbolos que representam todos os aspectos do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Na puja, que pode ser feita de todas as maneiras possíveis, recitamos mantras, oferecemos flores, fogo, água, alimento, como uma forma de nos re-ligarmos ao divino, para nos alimentarmos dele e com ele, como faz uma criança no ventre da mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A puja dos hinduístas é uma dança maravilhosa de mãos e intenções que servem e oferecem e uma festa de cheiros, sons e sabores, onde o convidado é a divindade que é recebida com todas as honras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Mas o que vale mesmo é a intenção pura. Uma simples flor, uma vela e uma oração, ou simplesmente a intenção verdadeira de unir-se a deus faz com que ele vá até a sua casa. Puja é como receber Deus em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• E quando vai chegar alguém que você ama muito, você faz faxina, compra flores, lava a louça, troca a roupa de cama, arruma os móveis, faz uma comida, toma banho e põe uma roupa bonita. Essa deveria ser a nossa atitude diária perante a dádiva da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Na Bhagavad Gita, Krishna diz: ' Aquilo que tiver que ser, será'. Isto significa que não adianta resistir àquilo que nos acontece diferente do que gostaríamos. Aconteceu porque sim. Ao invés de procurar razões, dizer sim à vida! Sim, sim, sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Receber de braços abertos como a montanha recebe a chuva, o vento, as devastações e não deixa de ser montanha. Permanece firme, cumprindo a sua missão de montanha. Nietzche diz: 'Aquilo que não me mata imediatamente, me fortalece.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Receber a dor como ensinamento, como presente, oportunidade de crescimento e não lutar contra ela. Encarando a dor, eu a recebo e me fortaleço! Quando perdemos alguém que amamos, devemos aceitar, mesmo sentindo uma dor que parece que não passará nunca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Aceitar com amor! Porque sagrada foi a vida e sagrada é a partida. Quem garante que lá, onde ficam os espíritos, não é muito mais bonito do que aqui? O que ficou por dizer, o que não fizemos foi o que poderíamos ter feito naquele momento. Um dia, nos reencontraremos com quem partiu sem se despedir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Somos seres espirituais vivendo brevemente como humanos! Voltar a a ser espírito deve ser como voltar para casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Ishvara Pranidhana é também oferecer os frutos das ações a esta força maior. Ou seja, tanto a intenção, a causa, quanto os frutos que virão são oferecidos. Nada fica para nós. O ego, aquele que age, nada colhe. Ele age porque é seu dharma agir, mas desapega-se dos frutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Isto muda a concepção errônea que às vezes temos de karma yoga, como sendo ação desinteressada, sem expectativas. Neste caso, existe a expectativa porque quando ajo, espero os frutos da ação, mas os entrego. Nada fica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• O ato de comer passa a ser sagrado. Não vemos o alimento apenas como o objeto de satisfação de nossa fome e sim, como uma prasada, uma oferenda divina, que merece ser degustada com atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Nosso banho deixa de ser algo automático e passa a ser como banhar-se nas águas dos rios sagrados. E assim, todos os nossos dias podem se transformar em pujas. É só manter a conexão. É só não cortar o cordão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Fontes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://expiracaoeinspiracao.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://expiracaoeinspiracao.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-6030579964062951022?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/6030579964062951022/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://www.virtuc.byethost22.com/"&gt;www.virtuc.byethost22.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.disis-tl.org"&gt;www.disis-tl.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtuc.byethost22.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marciano&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-1119150797048817412?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/1119150797048817412/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=1119150797048817412' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/1119150797048817412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/1119150797048817412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2010/08/blogs-handled-by-me.html' title='Blogs Handled by me'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-8037080573089805830</id><published>2010-04-16T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T06:26:48.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puisia'/><title type='text'>"TAPAS É SER MAIS FORTE QUE AS PRÓPRIAS FRAQUEZAS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/S8hlk5KHgqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gzYHWLrCGhY/s1600/VirabadrasanaB-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/S8hlk5KHgqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gzYHWLrCGhY/s320/VirabadrasanaB-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460726232679678626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Seguem alguns trechos do artigo "TAPAS É SER MAIS FORTE QUE AS PRÓPRIAS FRAQUEZAS" escrito pelo professor de Yoga Pedro &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kupfer&lt;/span&gt;, para a última edição da Revista &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Prana&lt;/span&gt; Yoga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;Tapas &lt;em&gt;(disciplina)&lt;/em&gt; é ser mais forte que as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;próprias&lt;/span&gt; fraquezas... é o esforço sobre si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;Ele &lt;em&gt;(tapas)&lt;/em&gt; nos lembra a importância da motivação ao realizar quaisquer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ações&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;A prática de tapas tem menos a ver com seguir regras e mais com descobrir em si mesmo a real motivação para &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;praticar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(agir)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;Tapas é perceber as limitações provocadas por crenças ou hábitos mecânicos... e crescer por meio delas. &lt;em&gt;(É)&lt;/em&gt; mudança de perspectiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;Praticar tapas torna-se uma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atividade&lt;/span&gt; estimulante e desafiadora, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;independentemente&lt;/span&gt; do tipo de prática &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ação&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; que estivermos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fazendo&lt;/span&gt;, pois, nasce da motivação e do foco no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;objetivo&lt;/span&gt; primordial, que é a possibilidade de conhecer a si mesmo como alguém livre de quaisquer limitações e, portanto, pleno e feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;Tapas é uma expressão de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahimsa&lt;/span&gt;, a não-violência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;... Existe um mundo inteiro para ser descoberto dentro de você, tendo tapas como guia e a liberdade como &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;objetivo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;É uma questão de tentar e estar disposto a crescer através e para além das próprias fraquezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PLUS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ULTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); "&gt;Mais Além!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://expiracaoeinspiracao.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://expiracaoeinspiracao.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-8037080573089805830?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/8037080573089805830/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=8037080573089805830' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/8037080573089805830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/8037080573089805830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2010/04/tapas-e-ser-mais-forte-que-as-proprias.html' title='&quot;TAPAS É SER MAIS FORTE QUE AS PRÓPRIAS FRAQUEZAS&quot;'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/S8hlk5KHgqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gzYHWLrCGhY/s72-c/VirabadrasanaB-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-4932195072817544261</id><published>2010-03-30T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:43:17.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hadomi Timor Leste'/><title type='text'>Agora, Husi Dili Ba Distritu Seluk Bele Uja Aviao Lokal Ho Folin Tiket $30 - $60</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="contentpaneopen"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="left" valign="top" width="70%"&gt;&lt;span class="small"&gt;Written by CJITL Editor     &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td colspan="2" class="createdate" valign="top"&gt;      Tuesday, 30 March 2010    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://cjitl.org/images/stories/silk2.jpg" style="float: left;" alt="Image" title="Image" border="0" width="112" height="100" hspace="6" /&gt;CJITL  flash,&lt;/em&gt; Kompanha AustAsia ne’ebe durante ne’e hala’o ona operasaun  iha Timor-Leste, liu husi aviaun Silk Air ne’ebe semo ona husi  Dili-Singapura, agora dadaun hamutuk ho kompanha CESSINA AIRCRAFT  CORPORATION husi Estadu Unidos Amerika, hala’o hela esforsu hodi oferese  transporte aviaun ne’ebe sei semo lokalmente husi kapital Dili ba  distritu balun iha Timor-Leste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Terca ohin, kompanha ne’ebe refere konvida  Prezidente Republika, Jose Ramos-Horta hodi koko hala’o viazen ho aviaun  husi kompanha ne’e nian durante maizumenus minutus 90 nia laran, ba iha  dirasaun distritu Manatuto, Baucau, Lospalos, no Viqueque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafoin ramata tiha hodi semo ho aviaun ne’e,  Prezidente Republika hateten katak nia sujere ba Governu atu hahu hanoin  ona hodi oinsa bele halo kontratu ho kompanha ne’e hodi aluga aviaun  refere hodi nune’e bele fasilita transporte ba komunidade no entidades  sira seluk iha nasaun ida ne’e, liu-liu wainhira misaun UNMIT no FSI  nian remata iha 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hahu husi tinan 2  liu-ba hau sujere ona ba Governu atu oinsa hahu hanoin ona hodi aluga  aviaun ki’ik no helikoptru ho kuantidade 2 ou 3, hodi nune’e bele ajuda  fasilita aktividades Governu no komunidade nian iha teritoriu laran  liu-liu wainhira ONU no FSI ramata ninia misaun iha 2012,” hateten  Prezidente Ramos-Horta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuir Komunikado,  Oras ne’e dadaun, kompanha AustAsia hein hela aprovasaun husi Governu  Timor-Leste hodi nune’e sira bele hahu operasaun aviaun ne’e nian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuir planu ne’ebe iha, aviaun refere sei hala’o  ninia operasaun husi sidade Dili ba distritu sira hanesan; Enklave  Oecuse, Suai, Bobonaro, Viqueque, Baucau, no Lospalos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aviaun ne’e bele lori pasejeiru hamutuk na’in 12 no  sasan ho todan total 1.275 kg. Folin husi bilhete ba pasajeiru ida-idak  mak 30-60 Dolares Amerikanu ho durasaun viazen entre minutu 15 to’o 30  nia laran. (*/CJITL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://cjitl.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=1202&amp;amp;Itemid=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-4932195072817544261?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/4932195072817544261/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=4932195072817544261' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/4932195072817544261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/4932195072817544261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2010/03/agora-husi-dili-ba-distritu-seluk-bele.html' title='Agora, Husi Dili Ba Distritu Seluk Bele Uja Aviao Lokal Ho Folin Tiket $30 - $60'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-386009215578783013</id><published>2010-03-20T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:03:30.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='istoria timor'/><title type='text'>Kronolozia Importantes Konaba Timor Leste Hahu Husi Tinan 1600 To’o 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="contentpaneopen"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="left" valign="top" width="70%"&gt;&lt;span class="small"&gt;Written by */Pelagio Doutel/CJITL     &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td colspan="2" class="createdate" valign="top"&gt;      Saturday, 20 March 2010    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://cjitl.org/images/stories/buaya.jpg" style="float: left;" alt="Image" title="Image" border="0" height="85" hspace="6" width="133" /&gt;CJITL Riset Data, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Iha Kronolozia sira tuir mai ne'e, Centru Jornalista Investigativu Timor Leste - CJITL tau hamutuk dadus sira husi fontes lubuk konaba eventus importantes konaba Timor Leste nia historia hahu husi tinan 1600 to'o tinan 2010. Tuir mai ne'e ita le'e ho hakmatek reportajen no tradusaun sira husi Reporter  CJITL, Pelagio Doutel husi Hawai'i, Estadus Unidos Amerika.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinan 1600 -&lt;/strong&gt; Invazaun Portugues iha Timor, hari’i postu merkadoria no uza Ilha Timor nu'udar hun ba aikameli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1749 -&lt;/strong&gt; Timor fahe ba rua hafoin funu entre Portugues no Holandes. Portuguese ocupa parte leste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1942 -&lt;/strong&gt;  Invazaun Japones, funu hasoru tropas Australianos. Oho Timor oan besik 60,000 resin. Japones okupa to tinan 1945.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1974 –&lt;/strong&gt; Revolusaun iha Portugal fo dalan ba libertasaun rai sira nebe Portugues okupa, fo fatin atu parte sira prepara an ba futuru ne’ebe foun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1975 Augustu –&lt;/strong&gt; Administrasaun Portugues retira husi ilha Atauro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1975 Outobru –&lt;/strong&gt; Jornalista Australiano nain lima hetan oho iha fronteira Timor Balibo, forsa Indonezio mak oho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1975 Novembro – &lt;/strong&gt;Liu tiha husi funu civil ki’ik oan ida, Fretilin (Frente Revolusionario de Timor Leste Independencia) deklara Timor Leste nia ukun rasik an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1975 Dezembro – &lt;/strong&gt;Invazaun Indonezia, Ho ideolozia funu hasoru komunismo nudar motivo. Indonesia deklara Timor sai nudar provincia 27, UN la rekonhese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistensia forte hasoru okupasaun Indonezia hafoin akontesemento, Timor oan ne’ebe hetan oho kuaze ema nain 200,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1981 -&lt;/strong&gt; Xanana Gusmao sai nudar Lider Falintil (Forsa Armada Libertasaun Nasional de Timor Leste), Fretilin nia forsa armada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1991 – &lt;/strong&gt;Massacre Santa Cruz iha nebe tropas indonezia oho Timor oan barak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1992 – &lt;/strong&gt;Sofremento ba rezistensia, Tamba Gusmao hetan kaer iha area besik Dili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1993 – &lt;/strong&gt;Grupo Timor oan sira tama iha embaxada rai liur sira iha Indonezia atu hetan protesaun politika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1995 –&lt;/strong&gt; Aniversarion tinan 20 invazaun Indonezia iha Timor marka ho protesta husi Timor oan nain 112 no simpatizantes sira nebe tama to’o embaxada Russia no Holandes iha Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1996 –&lt;/strong&gt; Bispo Diosese Dili, Carlos Belo no lider Rezistencia Jose ramos Horta hetan Premio Nobel ba Paz, loke mundu internasional nia matan ba Timor Leste nia funu atu hetan ukun rasik an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1998 –&lt;/strong&gt; Prezidente Indonesia Suharto rezigna aan. Troka fali ho Bacharuddin Jusuf Habibie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1999 Janeiro –&lt;/strong&gt; Indonesia dehan katak sei konsidera Timor Leste ukun rasik an se povo rejeita autonomia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 Fevereiro-Abril - &lt;/strong&gt;Gusmao muda husi prisaun iha Jakarta ba detensaun iha uma. Responde ba violensia nebe aumenta ba beibeik nebe ativistas anti-independencia sira halo, Gusmao fo ordem ba gerileiros atu remata funu ba ukun rasik aan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 Maio - &lt;/strong&gt;Indonesia, Portugal asina akordu atu Timor oan sira bele hili sira nia futuru. Akordu nee hetan aprovasaun husi ONU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 30 Agusto -&lt;/strong&gt; Besik 99% husi 450,000 votantes hili atu ONU organiza referendum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1999 Septembro –&lt;/strong&gt; Rezultado referendum hatudu votantes pursentu 78 hili independencia. Violencia mosu iha fatin fatin, milisia anti independencia nebe mak hetan suporta husi Indonezia halo kampanha terror resulta ema besik 1,000 resin mak mate. Lubuk ida husi populasaun halai ba Timor Loromunu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 Outubro - &lt;/strong&gt;Gusmao hetan livre. UNTAET harii iha timor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 Desembro – &lt;/strong&gt;Doadores international sira iha konferensia Tokyo ida konkorda atu fo tulun milhoes US $520 million atu tulun hari fali Timor Leste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2000 Setembro – &lt;/strong&gt;Officiais ONU evakua husi Timor loromonu hafoin milisia sira oho membro agensia refugiado nian nain tolu. Tribunal Indonezia nian ida hatama ema nain ne’en iha kadeia ba fulan 20 relasiona ho kazu oho membru ONU, hetan protesta husi mundu internasional nian basa fo kastigu kaman liu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 Julho -&lt;/strong&gt; Timor Leste, Australia asina bilateral konaba futuru rendemento mina no gas iha Tasi Timor iha nebe Timor Leste hetan 90% husi rendemento sira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2001 Augusto –&lt;/strong&gt; Eleisaum membro assembleia constituante nain 88; Partido Fretilin manan no hetan kadeira 55 iha parlamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2002 - Janeiro –&lt;/strong&gt; Comisaun lialos no rekonsiliasaun harii atu kura kanek sira husi pasado nian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 Janeiro -&lt;/strong&gt; Indonesia inagura tribunal direitos humanos atu responsabiliza militar Indonezia nia hahalok at iha Timor Leste hafoin votasaun ba independensia iha 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 Fevereiro – &lt;/strong&gt;Parlamento Timor Leste aprova dezenho konstituisaun hodi kestiona se governo tenke ho parlamento tenke hamutuk ida deit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 Fevereiro –&lt;/strong&gt; Timor Leste no Indonesia asina akordu rua nebe ho objective atu hakma’an relasaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2002 Abril - &lt;/strong&gt;Xanana Gusmao manan eleisaun presidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 20 Maio - &lt;/strong&gt;Independencia: Bainaka importes sire inclue Ex-presidente Amerika Bill Clinton no Presidente Indonezia Megawati Sukarno Putri hola parte selebrasaun independensia iha Dili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 Setembro – &lt;/strong&gt;Timor Leste sai nudar membru ONU ba 191.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 Janeiro -&lt;/strong&gt; Portugal anuncio fo tulun $63 miloens (50miloens euros).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004 Fevereiro –&lt;/strong&gt; Produsaun gas iha tasi laran hahu; Projetu Bayu Undan kalkula katak sei fo rendemento miliaun $100 kada tinan ida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004 Novembro –&lt;/strong&gt; Fim husi prosesu julgamento iha tribunal Indonezia ba ema nain 18 kona ba halo abuzo kontra direitos humanos  durante 1999. Nain ida deit nebe hetan sala- nia mak Lider milisia Eurico Guterres- mak sei hein atu rona iha julgamento tuir mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005 Abril –&lt;/strong&gt;Timor Leste, Indonezia asina akordu linha fronteira durante Presidente Yudhoyouno nia visita ba dala uluk mai Dili hafoin simu poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005 Junho – &lt;/strong&gt;Forsa ba Paz Australiano nebe mak hela sai husi Timor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 Janeiro –&lt;/strong&gt; Timor Leste no Australia asina akordu ida atu fahe bilhaos de dolar husi rendemento nebe hein atu manan husi olho no gas iha deposito Tasi Timor. Iha akordu nee, diskusaun kona ba linha fronteira tasi ninian muda fila fali ba oin mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 Maio –&lt;/strong&gt; Forsa rai liur too iha Dili atu estabiliza ordem wanhira konflitu ne’ebe involve Eis militario nebe hasai husi instituisaun, hamosu violensia nebe bo’ot nebe involve foti no sunu. Ema besik nain 25 mak mate no ema nain 150,000 seluk sai refugiado iha akampamentus sira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 Junho-Julho – &lt;/strong&gt;Primeiro Ministro Alkatiri rezigna an relasiona ho nia kapasidade atu resolve violencia nebe akontese. Jose Ramos Horta mak simu fali pozisaun nee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 Augusto –&lt;/strong&gt; UNMIT harii iha Timor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 2007 Janeiro – &lt;/strong&gt;Eis ministro interior, Rogerio Lobato tuir juglamento kona ba fahe kilat ba civil durante konflito 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 Maio - &lt;/strong&gt;Primeiro Ministro Jose Ramos-Horta manan eleisaun prezidensial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 Junho -&lt;/strong&gt; Fretilin, nebe lidera husi Eis Primeiro Ministro Mari Alkatiri hetan votus bo’ot liu iha eleisaun parlamentar maibe laos maioria atu bele lidera mesak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 Augusto - &lt;/strong&gt;Xanana Gusmao sai nudar Primeiro Ministro, hamosu protesta nebe nakonu ho violensia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 Novembro – &lt;/strong&gt;Tribunal Australia nian ida lidera kazu oho Jornalista Australiano nain lima nebe halo husi tropas Indonezia iha 1975 atu hapara publikasaun konaba invasaun iha Timor Leste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 Fevereiro - &lt;/strong&gt;Prezidenti Jose Ramos-Horta hetan tiru iha kabun iha nia helafatin Dili husi membro militar rebeldes. Alfredo Reinado hetan oho iha atake nee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 Abril - &lt;/strong&gt;Prezidente Ramos-Horta fila ba Timor hafoin halao tratamento mediko ba fulan rua ba kabun ne’ebe kanek husi tiru iha Australia. Gastao Salsinha, lider foun husi grupu rebeldes nia nebe halo atentadu atu oho prezidente entrega an hamutuk ho nia membro nain 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 Maio - &lt;/strong&gt;Prezidente Ramos-Horta husu ba Nasoens Unidas atu kontinua sira nia misaun iha nasaun nee ba tinan lima tan, ho razaun preokupasaun ba seguranca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 Julho –&lt;/strong&gt; Reportazem final husi komisaun lialos nebe kompostu husi Indonezio no Timor oan ne’ebe fo sala ba Indonezia halo violasaun direitos humanous iha tinan 1999 no ezize atu husu deskulpa ba ida nee. Presidente Yudhoyono fo sai ninia sentementu triste teb-tebes maibe remata ho deskulpa badak ida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 Maio –&lt;/strong&gt; Misau ba paz UN nian entrega fali poder iha distritus ba polisia loca ba dala uluk hafoin krize 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009 Julho –&lt;/strong&gt; Ema nain 27 hetan julgamento kona ba kazu atentadu atake atu oho Prezidente Ramos Horta nebe failha; Defensor sira inklui Angelita Pires ho nasionalidade Australiana, lider rebeldes Alfredo Reinado nia namorada, nebe mate iha atentado nee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 Agusto - &lt;/strong&gt;Prezidente Ramos-Horta hapara tiha reportagem Amnestia Internasional nian nebe akusa governo failha atu halo justisa ba nia sidadaun nebe sai vitima ba violensia 1999. Nia rekonhese katak falhansu nee relasiona ho pobreza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 2009 Setembro – &lt;/strong&gt;Indonezia hateten katak relasaun ho Australia bele sai a’at ho inkerito krime konaba jornalista Australia nain lima nebe hetan oho iha tinan 1975 durante tempo invazaun Indonesia nian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010 Fevereiro –&lt;/strong&gt; Komisiario Komisaun Anti Korupsaun ba dala uluk Timor Leste ninian halo promesa atu investiga akusasaun hahalok korupsaun hasoru officiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 Marsu –&lt;/strong&gt; Tribunal ida fo kastigu ba rebeldes kona ba kasu atentado oho Prezidente no Primeiro Ministro iha tinan 2008, kastigu kadeia ba tinan 16. Angelita Pires, Australiana ida entre nain lima seluk hetan liberdade husi sentensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (*/BBC/Pelagio/CJITL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FONTE: http://cjitl.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=1153&amp;amp;Itemid=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-386009215578783013?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/386009215578783013/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=386009215578783013' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/386009215578783013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/386009215578783013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2010/03/kronolozia-importantes-konaba-timor.html' title='Kronolozia Importantes Konaba Timor Leste Hahu Husi Tinan 1600 To’o 2010'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-2422591666904196566</id><published>2010-03-13T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:13:49.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Prinsipiu fundamental atu hasoru stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/S5xUZGVSp_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/gswNZBTfBRE/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/S5xUZGVSp_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/gswNZBTfBRE/s320/stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448322439384836082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prinsipiu fundamental atu hasoru stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Respeitu moris loron - loron nian, hala'o ho laran no enjoy moris loron ba loron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Karik ita boot hasoru problema, halo buat tolu nee:&lt;br /&gt; 1. Husu ba ita boot nia aan rasik, buat aat/ risku boot saida mak sei akontese ba ita boot nia aan.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Prepara ita boot nia mental atu simu nia risku sira nee.&lt;br /&gt; 3. Hadi'a buat hotu atu risku boot sira nee labele mosu/akontese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Halo lembra ba ita nia aan rasik katak Hanoin Barak nee karun teb-tebes tanba bele afekta ba ita nia SAUDE nebe folin laek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tau hamutuk faktus nebe iha husi ita boot nia problema nee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Istuda faktus sira nee hotu depois halo desijaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Karik desijaun nee desidi/foti ona, hala'o kedan ona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Analija ita boot nia problemas hodi resposta ba perguntas haat tuir mai ne'e:&lt;br /&gt; 1. Problema lolos mak saida???&lt;br /&gt; 2. Saida deit mak halo problema ne'e mosu???&lt;br /&gt; 3. Posibilidade atu resolve problema ne'e oinsa???&lt;br /&gt; 4. Opsaun ou dalan ida diak liu atu resolve problema nee mak saida???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Implementa nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale Carnegie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-2422591666904196566?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/2422591666904196566/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=2422591666904196566' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/2422591666904196566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/2422591666904196566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2010/03/prinsipiu-fundamental-atu-hasoru-stress.html' title='Prinsipiu fundamental atu hasoru stress'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/S5xUZGVSp_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/gswNZBTfBRE/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-2510986841587837176</id><published>2010-03-12T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:35:33.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirador'/><title type='text'>"FARDOS INÚTEIS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/S5omu8KAHaI/AAAAAAAAAII/qOsgYuHcMmI/s1600-h/Psicologia.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/S5omu8KAHaI/AAAAAAAAAII/qOsgYuHcMmI/s320/Psicologia.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447709287121952162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Conta uma lenda, que dois monges atravessavam uma área deserta quando diante de um rio violento, avistaram uma linda jovem que tentava atravessá-lo sem sucesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um dos monges, não sem dificuldades, atravessou o rio e colocando a mulher em suas costas conseguiu atravessar o rio em segurança. A jovem abraçou-o agradecida, comovida com o seu gesto e seguiu seu caminho…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Retomando a jornada, o outro monge que assistiu a tudo calado, repreendeu o amigo, falando do contato carnal que houve com aquela jovem, da tentação de ter aquele contato mais direto com uma mulher, o que era proibido pelas suas leis e durante um bom trecho do caminho, esse monge falou sobre a mulher e sobre o pecado cometido até que aquele que ajudou a jovem na travessia falou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Querido amigo, eu atravessei o rio com a jovem e lá eu a deixei, mas você ainda continua carregando-a em seus pensamentos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Assim, todos sabem que Deus não nos dá fardos maiores que aqueles que podemos suportar, e muitos dos nossos fardos já poderiam estar abandonados em outras curvas da vida, mas nós insistimos em carregá-los. Levamos nossas dores e frustrações ao extremo. Dramatizamos demais, elevamos ao cubo cada dor, cada ofensa, cada contrariedade e por isso, não conseguimos relaxar, perdoar ou mesmo ser feliz, pois o peso que vamos acumulando em nossas costas são demais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Neste dia especial, eu lhe convido a uma reflexão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;quais são os fardos que você continua carregando e que já não estão mais com você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Qual é a dor que você anda revivendo e fazendo com que velhas feridas voltem a sangrar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por que você não consegue perdoar quem lhe magoou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quantas oportunidades você anda deixando para trás por estar amarrado ao passado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desarme-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dos velhos pensamentos, do espírito da revolta, da tristeza. Hoje é dia de desmontar o velho acampamento do comodismo e seguir adiante na longa jornada que a vida apresenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quanto mais leve a sua mochila, mais fácil a subida rumo a felicidade…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bom dia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paulo Roberto Gaefke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://expiracaoeinspiracao.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://expiracaoeinspiracao.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-2510986841587837176?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/2510986841587837176/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=2510986841587837176' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/2510986841587837176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/2510986841587837176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2010/03/fardos-inuteis.html' title='&quot;FARDOS INÚTEIS&quot;'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/S5omu8KAHaI/AAAAAAAAAII/qOsgYuHcMmI/s72-c/Psicologia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-8522735032044836471</id><published>2010-02-19T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:03:54.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirador'/><title type='text'>Um Minuto Contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.webix.com.br/fotos/thumb.php?fi=imagens/paisagens/estrelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://www.webix.com.br/fotos/thumb.php?fi=imagens/paisagens/estrelas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ã‰&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nos momentos mais dificeis que eu mais sinto a sua falta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Momentos em que estou sozinho, meu curaÃ§Ã£o pula e salta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E por saber que nÃ£o te encontras aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que nÃ£o 'tÃ¡s comigo, estÃ¡s sempre longe de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fico pensativo durante vÃ¡rias horas pensando realmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SerÃ¡ mesmo que me adoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SerÃ¡ que pensas em mim de modo diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ã‰ isso que eu penso muito sinceramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Digo tudo aquilo que o meu pensamento solta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ã‰ como se a minha vida andasse sempre Ã  tua volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ã‰ algo inexplicÃ¡vel tudo isto que sinto por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ã‰ porque eu rimo dama, eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Se eu sou prosa, tu p'a mim Ã©s poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Se eu sou ilusÃ£o, tu Ã©s a minha fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Minha obra prima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O meu maior valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ã‰s a dor, no meu coraÃ§Ã£o cheio de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O amor por vezes Ã© cÃºmplice de um sofrimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sofrimento Ã© o maior traidor de um sentimento,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sentimento que eu tenho, neste momento Ã© sÃ³ um,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ã‰ por alguÃ©m que bem merece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sabes bem que Ã©s tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DÃ¡-me sÃ³ um minuto, 'um sofrio dicato unatimum cora'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DÃ¡-me sÃ³ um minuto, 'um sofrio dicato unatimum cora'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PeÃ§o-te apenas um minuto para que te possa demostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Para que te possa explicar o que se estÃ¡ a passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Esta situaÃ§Ã£o, eu nÃ£o consigo enfrentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas mesmo sem forÃ§as continuarei a lutar por alguÃ©m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que todo este tempo sempre sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Algo que sempre desejei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AlguÃ©m que sempre adorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E nunca imaginei gostar assim tanto de alguÃ©m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dama, jamais te esquecerei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Por ti era capaz de ir atÃ© ao infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Acredita nas minhas palavras que dizem tudo o que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Transmitindo inocÃªncia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tristeza e alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ajuda-me a acreditar que te conquistarei um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Acredita que o que eu digo Ã© com a mais pura emoÃ§Ã£o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Todo este amor e toda a minha solidÃ£o,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Demostrando mais uma vez o que sinto nesta canÃ§Ã£o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que fiz directamente para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do fundo do coraÃ§Ã£o...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DÃ¡-me sÃ³ um minuto, 'um sofrio dicato unatimum cora'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DÃ¡-me sÃ³ um minuto, 'um sofrio dicato unatimum cora'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DÃ¡-me sÃ³ um minuto, 'um sofrio dicato unatimum cora'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DÃ¡-me sÃ³ um minuto, 'um sofrio dicato unatimum cora'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DÃ¡-me apenas um minuto!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/myth/um_minuto_contigo-lyrics-1173341.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-8522735032044836471?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/8522735032044836471/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=8522735032044836471' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/8522735032044836471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/8522735032044836471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-minuto-contigo.html' title='Um Minuto Contigo'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-7471272325037911137</id><published>2010-02-07T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T06:11:38.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puisia'/><title type='text'>.::Ela Mora no MAR::.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LENDA DAS SEREIAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Marisa Monte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/S27J_U172KI/AAAAAAAAAIA/no4_G-lW6gc/s1600-h/Purple_Starfish_by_Paige9876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/S27J_U172KI/AAAAAAAAAIA/no4_G-lW6gc/s320/Purple_Starfish_by_Paige9876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435503890046638242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Oguntê, Marabô, Caiala e Sobá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Oloxum, Ynaê, Janaina e Yemanjá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;São rainhas do mar&lt;br /&gt;Mar, misterioso mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Que vem do horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;É o berço das sereias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Lendário e fascinante&lt;br /&gt;Olha o canto da sereia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Ialaó, oquê, ialoá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Em noite de lua cheia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Ouço a sereia cantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;E o luar sorrindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Então se encanta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Com as doces melodias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Os madrigais vão despertar&lt;br /&gt;Ela mora no mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Ela brinca na areia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;No balanço das ondas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;A paz, ela semeia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Ela mora no mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Ela brinca na areia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;No balanço das ondas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;A paz, ela semeia&lt;br /&gt;Oguntê, Marabô, Caiala e Sobá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Oloxum, Ynaê, Janaina e Yemanjá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pelo: http://expiracaoeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2010/02/ela-mora-no-mar.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-7471272325037911137?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/7471272325037911137/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=7471272325037911137' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/7471272325037911137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/7471272325037911137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2010/02/ela-mora-no-mar.html' title='.::Ela Mora no MAR::.'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/S27J_U172KI/AAAAAAAAAIA/no4_G-lW6gc/s72-c/Purple_Starfish_by_Paige9876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-6347968462954967508</id><published>2010-01-10T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:45:28.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='istoria timor'/><title type='text'>Saudozo Ular Rihik, Eis Mestri Ne’ebe Mate Ho Deviza Koronel</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="contentpaneopen"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="left" width="70%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="small"&gt;Written by Gil Silva     &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td colspan="2" class="createdate" valign="top"&gt;      Saturday, 09 January 2010    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div class="mosimage" style="float: left;" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cjitl.org/images/stories/ularbadak.jpg" alt="Image" title="Image" border="0" width="115" height="160" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;div class="mosimage_caption"&gt;Koronel Ular Rihik, foto ist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;CJITL Exclusive,&lt;/em&gt; Kuarta loraik ne’e, loron 6 Janeiru 2010 la hanesan ho kuarta sira seluk, la hanesan mos ho tinan sira uluk, tinan ne’ebe nia aswa’in tebes, tinan ne’ebe Indonezia nia helikoptru mos reseu nia, Nia mak Ular Rihik naran alias husi Virgilio dos Anjos ne’ebe mate ho deviza Koronel iha nia kabas hodi lori ba hatudu ba nia maluk ida seluk, Saudozo Nicolao Lobato iha mundo ida seluk katak nia hatutan tiha ona saudozo ne’e nia mehi hodi husik hela Timor iha Independensia.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ular Rihik, ular ne’ebe sia’k duni iha nia orijin, bainhira nia tata ema, distinu atu moris laiha ona. Naran ida ne’e mak Koronel Virgilio foti hodi memoria nia istoria rejistensia funu ba ukun an nian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nia mate iha Hospital Nasional Guido Valadares – HNGV hafoin nia monu iha haris fatin, bainhira haris hela. Tuir doutor husi hospital katak Saudozo Ular Rihik para tiha ona fuma fulan walu liu ba maibe atake ida derepenti ba nia fuan mak halo sofre nia hodi mate iha Kuarta ne’e.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mosimage" style="float: left;" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cjitl.org/images/stories/hakoiular.jpg" alt="Image" title="Image" border="0" width="160" height="120" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;div class="mosimage_caption"&gt;Ceremonia Funeral, foto ist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Koronel Ular Rihik, moris iha suku ida naran Bibileu, Viqueque, Tinan 56 liu ba husi maun alin nan tolu (3) husi inan Madalena no Celestino dos Anjos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celestino dos Anjos, Koronel Ular Rihik nia Aman mos uluk ho deviza Fitun ida iha nia kabas, tamba Celestino mos nu’udar Forca ida ne’ebe kaer kilat iha okupasaun Australia hodi duni sai Japaun husi Timor Leste iha Segundo Guera Mundial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuaze istoria ne’e atu hanesan ho saudozo Ular, bainhira nia atu hakoi, Estado Timor Leste fo promosaun deviza ba Koronel hodi lori ho ba Aman Maromak nia oin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koronel Ular, halo nia Estudo Primaria Katolika iha Ossu, Viqueque ne’ebe ikus mai sai fila fali duni mestri iha eskola ne’ebe nia remata ba iha okupasaun Portugues nia tempu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bazeia ba regulamentu militar husi Kolonia Portugues nian ne’ebe obriga jovem hotu atu tuir kursu militer tinan rua, Ular Rihik mos decide an duni hodi tuir kursu militar ne’e ne’ebe ikus mai iha tinan 1974, Ular hetan promosaun hanesan Vice Komandante kompi nian iha Viqueque iha durante okupasaun Portugueza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cjitl.org/images/stories/majorular1.jpg" style="float: left;" alt="Image" title="Image" border="0" width="121" height="160" hspace="6" /&gt;Husi Revolução dos Cravos ka Revolusaun Aifunan iha Lisboa ne’ebe hatun Ditador Caetano iha Portugal mak nu’udar momentu ne’ebe Ular Rihik hamutuk ho nia maluk rezistensia sira seluk hahu nia luta hodi defende no luta ba ukun an liu husi rezistensia gerilya ne’ebe hanaran  Forças Armadas da Libertação Nacional de Timor-Leste (Falintil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iha tinan 1975 bainhira Indonezia invade Timor, Ular Rihik halo servicu hanesan spiaun Falintil nian husi Kraras, hodi fo sai informasaun ba komando Falintil ne’ebe halo rezistensia iha Ailaran, tamba iha momentu ne’eba Soldadu Indonezia nungka deskobre Ular nia servisu ho forca iha Ailaran maske nia hetan rekrutamentu hanesan HANSIP husi Indonezia, ne’ebe halo servisu iha Kraras, Viqueque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ular Rihik nia kombate primeiru mak hala’ao hamutuk ho Falur Rate Laek iha Kraras, Ossu liu husi atake ida ne’ebe konsege oho mohu grupo pelotaun Zipur, Forsa Indonezia  nian ida ne’ebe halo nia pos ka abrigu iha Kraras. Uniko forsa Indonezia nain ida deit mak konsege moris husi atake ne’ebe lidera husi Ular Rihik tamba forsa oan ne’e sa’e ai leten hodi subar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafoin levantamentu iha Suko Kraras ne’e, forsa Indonezia halo fali ataka ida ba mane sira iha fatin ne’eba hodi oho mos hotu mane klosan no katuas sira no ikus mai Kraras hasai naran hanesan Suko Feto Faluk Sira nian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cjitl.org/images/stories/majular.jpg" style="float: left;" alt="Image" title="Image" border="0" width="104" height="160" hspace="6" /&gt;Hafoin ne’e, Ular kontinua nafatin halo rezistensia iha Ailaran hamutuk ho Falintil maske nia Aman rasik mos oho husi soldadu Indonezia iha atake ba Suko Kraras iha tinan 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ular sai hanesan Segundo Komandante ba Regiao 3 ne’ebe lidera husi Falur Rate Laek  (Primeiru Komandante).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafoin mudansa estrutura Falintil iha tinan 1984, Ular Rihik muda fali ba hamutuk ho Primeiru komandande iha Rejiaun Um ne’ebe Ular kontinua sai hanesan Segundo Komandante Regiaun Um ne’ebe halo operasaun iha parte leste lidera husi Primeiru Komandante Lere Anan Timor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikus mai iha tinan 1996, Xanana Gusmao husi Cipinang, Jakarta fo ordem foun ba Komandante Ular  muda ba Rejiaun 4 iha parte Bobonaro, Covalima, Ermera no Liquiça to’o tinan 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafoin ukun an, Ular Rihik involve an hikas iha Falintil Forca Defeza Timor Leste – FFDTL ho Deviza Major iha nia kabas to’o nia mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iha komando FFDTL nia laran, Ular hanesan Xefe Devizaun Administrasaun no Financas, maske nune’e konfiansa estado ba nia atu lidera operasaun mosu nafatin ne’ebe hatudu liu husi nia lideransa durante lidera Komando Operasaun Konjunja iha tinan 2008 hodi buka tuir Gastao Salsinha ho nia membru hafoin Atentado 11 Febreiru 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koronel Ular mate husik hela nia Fen ho naran Juvita de Araujo ho Oan nain lima (5) ne’ebe oan primeiru halo tinan 8 no oan ikun halo fulan 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La’o Didiak ba Na’i Koronel Ular Rihik, Aswain no Heroi Timor oan nian ne’ebe nunka kole no baruk atu hatudu katak nia lakohi okupasaun, Ami nia orasaun hamutuk ho Ita bo’ot iha mundo seluk, keta haluha atu hato’o hela ba Nicolao Lobato katak Timor Ukun An tiha ona.(Hakerek husi Julio Gil da Silva Guterres, CJITL_referensia tradusaun husi Nug Katjasungkana nia sitiu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: http://cjitl.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=862&amp;amp;Itemid=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-6347968462954967508?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/6347968462954967508/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=6347968462954967508' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/6347968462954967508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/6347968462954967508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2010/01/saudozo-ular-rihik-eis-mestri-neebe.html' title='Saudozo Ular Rihik, Eis Mestri Ne’ebe Mate Ho Deviza Koronel'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-2705266436693371873</id><published>2010-01-09T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T03:32:26.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicolao lobato'/><title type='text'>Loron Ida Antes Nicolao Lobato Mate - One Day Before Nicolau's Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="contentpaneopen"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="left" width="70%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="small"&gt;Written by Gil Silva     &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td colspan="2" class="createdate" valign="top"&gt;      Friday, 08 January 2010    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://cjitl.org/images/stories/nicolaubonito.jpg" style="float: left;" alt="Image" title="Image" border="0" width="160" height="124" hspace="6" /&gt;In depth Reporting,&lt;/em&gt; iha loron 30 Dezembru 1978 iha oras tuku lima dader (05.00) Komandante Tim Nangala 28, Kapitaun Inf. Prabowo Subianto fo relatorio ba Danyon 744, Major Yunus Yosfiah konaba movimentu forca Fretilin ne’ebe atu halo konsentrasaun iha foho Mindeli, Maubisse ne’ebe lidera husi Nicolao Lobato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iha loron ne’e kedas, Komandante Seitor klaran, Koronel Sahala Raja Guguk fo kedas orden ba elementus forca indonezia atu halo embuskada besik liu tan ba tarjeitu Nicolao ho nia elementus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuir Dokumentus militar nian ida ne’ebe CJITL asesu husi arkivu militar indonezia nian katak Major Yunus Yosfiah rasik ho nia forca yonif 744 halo tiha ona embuskada ba fatin ne’e semana rua antes hodi duni tuir forca Fretilin iha Maubisse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forca ne’ebe halo operasaun iha foho ne’e maka  Yonif 744, Yonif 700, Yonif 401 Raiders no  tim Nanggala-28.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iha dader madrugada loron 31 Dezembru 1978, forca TNI halo embuskada hanesan tuir mai ne’e ; Tim Nanggala-28 iha parte Norte, Yonif 700 no Yonif 401 iha parte leste no Yonif 744 mak hanesan forca ne’ebe ba ataka Nicolao husi klaran. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iha loron ne’e, Pelotaun I,Kompi B Yonif 744 lidera husi Sersaun Johanes Modobe ne’ebe ikus mai nia rasik mak tiru mate Nicolao Lobato duni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cjitl.org/images/stories/xikusavier.jpg" style="float: left;" alt="Image" title="Image" border="0" width="160" height="146" hspace="6" /&gt;Nicolao Lobato mate iha oras tuku 11.45, Domingo dader, 31 Dezembru 1978, ho rai udan no abu - abu taka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuir sasin husi Francisco Xavier do Amaral ba CJITL iha loron 7 Janeiru ne’e katak, bainhira Nicolao Lobato nia isin mate lori tun mai Dili ho Helikoptru, Dading Kalbuadi ba tula Francisco Xavier husi Sela atu ba hare Nicolau nia isin mate hodi fo serteza ida ba forca TNI sira katak Nicolao Lobato mak mate duni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aviaun  lori mai hatun iha  Dili iha tempo ne’e,  hau  ho liurai Jose Gonsalvez, Governador  Timor-Timur  ba hare  no sai sasin  ba Nicolao Lobato nia mate isin, ami hare  mos  Nicolao Lobato duni, nia ropa la troka, hasarahun nafatin, fu’uk mos la tesi. Ami vizita nia  isin mate  durante oras ida nia laran, ami fila fali  depois ne e ami fo deit informasaun ba  Dading Kalbuadi dehan Nicolao mak mate duni” Xavier fo sasin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cjitl.org/images/stories/marifotil.jpg" style="float: left;" alt="Image" title="Image" border="0" width="160" height="120" hspace="6" /&gt;Nicolao Lobato tuir planu, nia hakarak halo enkontro bo’ot ida hamutuk ho komandante Fretilin sira hotu iha kosta sul iha Maubisse nian atu aranja taktika ba tinan 1979, maibe planu ne’e deskobre husi inimigu ne’ebe rezulta nia hetan tiru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nicolao Lobato iha tempu ne’eba atu halo reniaun bo’ot ida atu halo iha kosta sul tamba ne’e mak sira mai hosi fatin hotu-hotu atu ba kosta sul para halo reniaun no inimigu ida tenta deskobre buat ida ne’e no forsa TNI halo serku ba fatin ida ne’e no sira barak mak mate no lider FRETILIN nian iha tempu ne’eba barak mak mate iha kosta sul”  haktuir Mari’i Alkatiri, Sekretariu Jeral Fretilin nian fo sasin ba CJITL iha loron 7 Janeiru, tuku ha’at loraik (16.00) iha nia rezidensia Farol, Dili.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cjitl.org/images/stories/kayralaxg.jpg" style="float: left;" alt="Image" title="Image" border="0" width="112" height="160" hspace="6" /&gt;Kay rala Xanana Gusmao, Primeiru Ministru iha nia relfesaun iha selebrasaun ba dala 31, Nicolao nia mate iha tasi ibun Farol hafoin kari aifunan ba tasi hateten, Hau apriende buat barak husi Nicolau Lobato, hau apriende buat barak mos husi  Fretilin". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oras ne’e dadaun, ruin husi Nicolao Lobato seidauk serteza tamba seidauk iha sasin ida mak hateten sai konaba nia hakoi iha ne’ebe.  &lt;em&gt;(Red Spider I/CJITL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOurce: http://cjitl.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=858&amp;amp;Itemid=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-2705266436693371873?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/2705266436693371873/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=2705266436693371873' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/2705266436693371873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/2705266436693371873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2010/01/loron-ida-antes-nicolao-lobato-mate-one.html' title='Loron Ida Antes Nicolao Lobato Mate - One Day Before Nicolau&apos;s Death'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-4198114555246243881</id><published>2010-01-07T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:28:42.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='istoria timor'/><title type='text'>Ular Rheik, mantan GPK Timtim (Comandante Região 4 Falintil)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kemarin sore, 6 Januari 2009, Mayor Ular Rheik, kepala administrasi keuangan F-FDTL (Angkatan Pertahanan Timor-Leste) meninggal dunia. Sehari sebelumnya ia dibawa ke Rumah Sakit Nasional Guido Valadares, Dili, karena dadanya merasa sakit. Ia sudah delapan bulan berhenti merokok karena gangguan pada paru-parunya. Setelah menjalani pemeriksaan, ia diperbolehkan pulang. Tetapi sehari kemudian ia kembali dilarikan ke rumah sakit karena jatuh di kamar mandi. Ia meninggal tak lama sesudah tiba di rumah sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ular Rheik dilahirkan di desa Bibileu, Viqueque, 56 tahun yang lalu dengan nama Virgílio dos Anjos. Dia adalah anak ke-3 dari pasangan Madalena dan Celestino dos Anjos yang dikarunia tujuh anak (empat laki-laki dan tiga perempuan). Sewaktu masih bujangan, Celestino dos Anjos pada masa Perang Dunia II mendapatkan pelatihan militer tentara Australia karena direkrut untuk membantu operasi gerilya pasukan khusus angkatan bersenjata Australia Kompi Independen 2/2 menghadapi tentara Jepang yang menduduki Timer-Leste. Atas jasa-jasanya, setelah Perang Dunia berakhir, Celestino mendapatkan bintang penghargaan dari angkatan bersenjata Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgílio dos Anjos menempuh pendidikannya di sekolah misi Katolik di Ossu, yang terletak sekitar 30 km dari desanya. Setelah menyelesaikan sekolahnya, ia menjadi guru sekolah dasar di sekolah yang sama. Pada waktu berlaku peraturan pemerintah kolonial Portugis bahwa semua orang yang berpendidikan harus memasuki dinas wajib militer dua tahun. Ketika masanya tiba, Virgílio pun memasuki dinas pada angkatan bersenjata Portugis. Tidak lama setelah selesai mengikuti pendidikan militer, pada 1974 Virgílio diangkat menjadi wakil komandan kompi di Viqueque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolusi Bunga Anyelir (Revolução dos Cravos) menggulingkan pemerintahan diktator Caetano di Portugal menimbulkan kebangkitan politik di Timor-Leste. Muncul partai-partai politik dengan agenda masing-masing, dengan tiga partai terpenting Fretilin (Front Kemerdekaan Timor-Leste) yang menginginkan kemerdekaan segera, UDT (Uni Demokrat Timor) yang menginginkan kemerdekaan bertahap setelah 15 tahun, dan Apodeti (Asosiasi Kerakyatan Demokratis Timor) yang menginginkan integrasi Timor-Leste ke dalam negara Indonesia. Virgílio tidak masuk salah satu partai politik karena sebagai anggota angkatan bersenjata dia terikat pada ketentuan “apartidarismo” (tidak berpartai) yang berlaku di dalam angkatan bersenjata Portugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada 11 Agustus UDT melancarkan gerakan bersenjata menangkap sejumlah pemimpin Fretilin dan mendesak pemerintah Portugis untuk mengusir sejumlah pemimpin Fretilin dan sejumlah pejabat pemerintah Portugis yang mereka anggap “radikal”. Karena pemerintah Portugis tidak bisa menguasai keadaan, Fretilin melakukan tindakan balasan setelah terlebih dahulu mendapatkan dukungan dari orang-orang Timor-Leste anggota angkatan bersenjata kolonial. UDT dan sekutu-sekutunya terpukul mundur dan lari melintasi perbatasan ke Atambua setelah pertempuran “perang saudara” selama tiga minggu. Karena pemerintah Portugis tidak kunjung memenuhi seruan Fretilin agar kembali untuk melanjutkan pelaksanaan dekolonisasi yang telah mereka mulai, Fretilin pun mereorganisasi angkatan bersenjata Portugis menjadi Forças Armadas da Libertação Nacional de Timor-Leste (Falintil – Tentara Pembebasan Nasional Timor-Leste). Hal ini juga mereka lakukan karena tentara Indonesia sejak bulan September sudah mulai melakukan aksi-aksi penyusupan lintas batas dari Atambua. Virgílio dos Anjos pun bertugas sebagai wakil komandan kompi dari Falintil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada bulan Oktober tentara Indonesia mulai melancarkan invasi terhadap kota-kota kecil perbatasan Timor-Leste seperti Balibo. Pada pagi harinya 28 November 1975 kota Atabae jatuh setelah digempur dari darat, laut dan udara oleh tentara Indonesia. Sore harinya, untuk mencegah Indonesia menduduki Timor-Leste yang waktu itu vakuum kekuasaan karena perginya pemerintah kolonial Portugis, Fretilin pun mengumumkan berdirinya negara merdeka Republik Demokratik Timor-Leste. Falintil pun menjadi angkatan bersenjata dari negara yang baru diproklamasikan ini. Namun proklamasi tersebut tidak membuat pemerintah Indonesia di bawah pimpinan Presiden Soeharto menghentikan niatnya melakukan aneksasi. Republik Demokratik Timor-Leste diinvasi dari darat, laut dan udara oleh tentara Indonesia pada 7 Desember 1975. Pemerintah yang didirikan Fretilin mengungsi ke pegunungan,mendirikan pemerintahan di hutan di wilayah yang mereka sebut ‘zonas libertadas’ (wilayah yang dibebaskan). Sekitar 80% penduduk sipil ikut bersama mereka. Falintil pun melakukan ‘guerra popular prolongada’ (perang rakyat jangka panjang) dari pangkalan mereka di pegunungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun Falintil kalah dari segi jumlah kekuatan personil maupun persenjataan, sulit bagi Indonesia untuk mengalahkan mereka. Berbagai operasi militer dilancarkan Indonesia untuk menghancurkan zonas libertadas. Akhirnya dengan bantuan persenjataan dari Amerika Serikat, semua pangkalan Falintil di zonas libertadas berhasil dihancurkan oleh tentara Indonesia pada ofensif yang dilakukan akhir 1978 hingga pertengahan 1979. Falintil yang tidak mendapatkan bantuan persenjataan dari manapun, tidak bisa menghadapi pesawat-pesawat counter-insurgency OV 10 Bronco yang baru didapatkan angkatan bersenjata Indonesia dari Amerika Serikat. Jenis pesawat ini memang dirancang khusus untuk menghadapai gerilya di medan yang bergunung-gunung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan hancurnya zonas libertadas, penduduk sipil turun gunung menyerah kepada tentara Indonesia. Sementara satuan-satuan tentara Falintil yang selamat dari penghancuran meneruskan perjuangan bersenjata di hutan-hutan, kali ini tanpa mempertahankan pangkalan tetap. Ketika penduduk sipil menyerah, di antara mereka sebenarnya terdapat anggota-anggota Falintil dan kader-kader politik yang menyamar sebagai penduduk sipil. Mereka ikut turun gunung dengan tugas untuk mencari jalan untuk mendukung perjuangan rekan-rekan mereka yang masih bertahan di hutan. Virgílio dos Anjos adalah salah satu dari anggota Falintil yang turun bersama penduduk sipil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penduduk yang turun gunung oleh tentara Indonesia tidak diperbolehkan kembali ke desa masing-masing. Mereka ditempatkan di desa-desa baru yang diawasi dengan ketat oleh tentara Indonesia. Virgílio dos Anjos bersama keluarganya ditempatkan di kawasan Kraras. Tidak lama kemudian ia aktif dalam kegiatan kepemudaan yang diselenggarakan Indonesia dengan untuk membina pemuda Timor-Leste agar setia kepada Indonesia. Di dalam kegiatan kepemudaan inilah diam-diam Virgílio membangun jaringan clandestina untuk mendukung para pejuang Falintil yang belum menyerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerja clandestina Virgílio dos Anjos demikian rapihnya, sehingga tidak diketahui oleh tentara Indonesia. Sampai-sampai ketika tentara Indonesia membentuk satuan Ratih (Rakyat Terlatih), Virgílio termasuk yang direrut ke dalamnya. Satuan ini adalah sejenis Hansip (Pertahanan Sipil) yang ada di Jawa. Tetapi berbeda dengan di Jawa, Ratih di Timor-Leste dipersenjatai dengan senjata standar tentara Indonesia dan beroperasi langsung di bawah tentara Indonesia. Di antara para mantan anggota Falintil yang masuk Ratih terjadi saling hubungan. Merekapun dengan berbagai macam cara berhubungan clandestina dengan gerilyawan Falintil yang beroperasi di hutan-hutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada 1983, setelah beberapa kali dilakukan perundingan, Panglima Falintil Xanana Gusmão dan Komandan Korem 074/Wira Dharma Timor Timur Kolonel Purwanto mengadakan gencatan senjata sementara. Tetapi gancatan senjata ini hanya berlangsung beberapa bulan karena dari Panglima Angkatan Bersenjata Republik Indonesia yang baru, Jenderal Benny Moerdani mengambil garis kebijakan yang keras menghadapi apa yang mereka sebut “Gerakan Pengacau Keamanan” (GPK). Falintil pun melancarkan “Levantamento” (kebangkitan), yaitu memerintahkan penyerangan dan pembelotan satuan-satuan Ratih yang beranggotakan mantan-mantan anggota Falintil. Dua komandan Ratih paling utama yang memimpin pemberontakan adalah Virgílio dos Anjos di Kraras dan Falur Rate Laek di Ossu. Serangan yang dilakukan Ratih di bawah pimpinan Virgílio dos Anjos berhasil menghabisi satu peleton Zipur yang berpangkalan di Kraras. Hanya satu orang tentara Indonesia yang selamat dari serangan ini, karena dia bersembunyi dengan memanjat sebatang pohon kosambi yang tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantamento Ratih dibalas dengan kejam oleh tentara Indonesia. Hampir semua laki-laki dewasa di Kraras dibantai oleh tentara Indonesia, sehingga sesudah itu Kraras dikenal sebagai “desa janda.” Celestino dos Anjos, ayah Virgílio ditangkap dan ditahan tentara Indonesia. Tentara Indonesia juga menahan Alda (alias Bui Hare), istri Virgílio yang sedang hamil. Akhirnya kedua orang itu mati akibat tidak tahan siksaan dalam tahanan tentara Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah Levantamento, Virgílio dos Anjos kembali menjalani kehidupan sebagai pejuang Falintil di hutan. Pasukan Ratih yang lari ke hutan di bawah pimpinannya digabungkan dengan Ratih di bawah pimpinan Falur Rate Laek menjadi satu kompi, yaitu Kompi 3 Falintil. Falur Rate Laek menjadi primeiro comandante (komandan pertama) dan Virgílio dos Anjos menjadi segundo comandante (komandan kedua atau wakil komandan).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dengan terjadinya perombakan dalam tubuh Falintil pada 1984, Virgílio yang selanjutnya menggunakan nama perjuangan Ular Rheik (kata-kata bahasa Tetun Terik, artinya: Ular Ganas), menempati posisi sebagai segundo comandante Unidade A yang beroperasi di kawasan timur, primeiro comandante-nya adalah Lere Anan Timor (sekarang Kepala Staf Angkatan Pertahanan Timor-Leste). Ketika pada 1996 Falintil merombak lagi wilayah operasinya, Comandante Ular Rheik mendapat tugas baru. Ia pindah dari wilayah timur ke barat karena Panglima Falintil Kayrala Xanana menunjuknya sebagai Comandante Região 4 (Komandan Wilayah 4). Waktu itu hingga perang berakhir pada 1999 Falintil membagi Timor-Leste ke dalam 4 região: Regiao 1 untuk Lospalos, Viqueque dan Baucau, Região 2 untuk Manatuto, Aileu, Manufahi dan Ainaro, dan Região 4 untuk Bobonaro, Covalima, Ermera dan Liquiça. Di bawah kepemimpinan Comandante Ular, Região 4 sangat rapih dan kuat dalam pengorganisasian jaringan clandestina, sehingga ketika Nino Konis Santana menggantikan Kayrala Xanana yang tertangkap tentara Indonesia pada 1992, ia pun menempatkan markasnya di Ermera yang berada dalam tanggungjawab Comandante Ular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanggungawab sebagai Comandante Região 4 dipikul Ular Rheik hingga Falintil memasuki acantonamento (cantonment atau pengantongan) setelah Perjanjian 5 Mei 1999 mengenai referendum untuk menentukan masa depan politik Timor-Leste yang dilaksanakan Agustus 1999. Pada waktu itu, Panglima Falintil Kayrala Xanana mengeluarkan perintah melarang satuan-satuan Falintil melakukan penyerangan, suatu keputusan yang dengan berat diterima oleh Comandante Ular Rheik, karena waktu itu milisi-milisi anti-kemerdekaan justru sedang melakukan serangan yang luas terhadap penduduk sipil yang mendukung kemerdekaan. Masa acantonamento diperpanjang setelah Referendum dimenangkan oleh pihak pro-kemerdekaan. Hanya saja sekarang Falintil dari seluruh wilayah dipindahkan ke Aileu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada 2001 dibentuk angkatan bersenjata yang baru untuk negara Timor-Leste Merdeka. Falintil menjadi tulang punggung Forças Defesa de Timor-Leste (FDTL – Angkatan Pertahanan Timor-Leste), yang setelah penyerahan kedaulatan dari PBB ke Timor-Leste namanya diubah menjadi Falintil-FDTL (F-FDTL). Ular Rheik pun mengikuti berbagai pendidikan militer di luar negeri yang diperlukan untuk membangun tentara profesional, yang sangat berbeda dengan tentara gerilya pembebasan nasional. Dalam F-FDTL, dia mendapat pangkat mayor, yang disandangnya hingga akhir hayatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun di F-FDTL dia bertugas di staf umum sebagai kepala bagian administrasi keuangan, tidak berarti dia tidak mengurusi operasi. Ketika saat-saat membutuhkan ia kembali memanggul senjatanya. Misalnya ketika sepasukan milisi anti-kemerdekaan melakukan penyusupan dari wilayah Atambua masuk hingga Ermera di wilayah tengah pada tahun 2001, Komando FDTL menugaskannya memimpin operasi menghadapi mereka. Ia juga ditunjuk memimpin operasi ketika ratusan anggota F-FDTL yang melakukan desersi melakukan penyerangan tehadap markas F-FDTL pada Mei 2006. Ia kembali meninggalkan tugas administrasinya setelah terjadinya penembakan terhadap Presiden José Ramos-Horta Februari 2008. Komando F-FDTL memerintahkannya memimpin operasi di wilayah Ermera untuk mencari desertir F-FDTL anak buah ex-Mayor Alfredo Reinado Alves yang disangka melakukan penembakan tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pejabat tinggi militer ini hidup sangat sederhana. Jika tidak berdinas, ia lebih sering mengendari sepeda motornya daripada naik mobil dinas. Ular Rheik meninggal dunia dengan meninggalkan istrinya, Jovita Araújo. Ular baru menikah kembali setelah perang pembebasan nasional berakhir pada 1999. Mereka dikarunia lima orang anak yang mash kecil-kecil, yang sulung sekarang berusia 8 tahun dan yang bungsu baru berusia 7 bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat jalan Comandate Ular, di jalan menuju sorga anda akan senang berkenalan dan ngobrol dengan salah satu anak terbaik bangsa Indonesia, Abdurrahman Wahid, mantan Presiden Indonesia yang sangat lucu dan tidak anti-kemerdekaan Timor-Leste, yang ketika mengunjungi Timor-Leste meminta maaf atas penderitaan rakyat Timor-Leste akibat kesalahan keputusan politik pemerintah Indonesia di masa lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dili, 7 Januari 2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=899286&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=239675802755&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=239675802755&amp;amp;id=1032251268"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs189.snc3/19649_1280585688049_1032251268_899286_6657883_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;Comandante Ular Rheik (berseragam militer), di belakangnya bukan stafnya, tapi orang yang numpang ngetop. Foto diambil oleh C. Carvalho, di Kraras, Oktober 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=899287&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=239675802755&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=239675802755&amp;amp;id=1032251268"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs189.snc3/19649_1280589208137_1032251268_899287_784252_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;Mayor Ular Rheik di depan Balai Pertemuan Kraras. Dia adalah salah satu pembina kegiatan balai pertemuan di kampung halamannya ini. 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Hetan dadauk atensaun husi Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono, Prezidente Indonezia nian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tuir Ministru Negocio Estranjeiru Timor Leste, Zacarias Albano da Costa iha loron 28 Dezembru 2009 iha Palacio Governu, Dili katak Susilo Bambang fo ona ordem atu revista informasaun husi komandante militar sira ne’ebe halo mandatu iha Tinan 1978 durante rezime Soeharto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicolao Lobato, nu’udar matenek Timor oan nian ida husi Bazartete, Distritu Liquica ne’ebe foin halo tinan   23 deit nomeia kedan ba kargu Primeiru Ministru Dahuluk Timor Leste nian husi Comite Central Fretilin (CCF) iha Novembru 1975 no ikus mai Mate ho Tinan 26 iha mota ida iha foho Maudelu, Maubisse nian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mosimage" style="float: left;" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cjitl.org/images/stories/shnicolao.jpg" alt="Image" title="Image" border="0" height="135" hspace="6" width="160" /&gt;&lt;div class="mosimage_caption"&gt;Archivu konaba Nicolao Lobato, CHART&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tuir publikasaun jornal Indonezia, SINAR HARAPAN, edisaun loron 2 fulan Janeiru 1979 ne’ebe Centru Jornalista Investigativu Timor Leste – CJITL konsege asesu husi archivu CHART - Clearing House for Archival Records on Timor hatudu katak Nicolao Lobato mate hamutuk ho soldadu nain rua nulu resin rua (22) iha Maubisse husi operasaun forca Indonezia nian hanaran SATGAS PARIKESIT I (Satuan Tugas Parikesit Satu).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nune’e mos tuir publikasaun husi Jornal MERDEKA, edisaun loron 3 Janeiru 1979 ne’ebe CJITL hetan asesu mos hatudu katak Nicolao Lobato hetan oho husi soldadu militar ida ho naran Johanes Modobe (Sersan Dua) husi elementu Peleton I Bataylon 744 Udayana ne’ebe konsege tiru Lobato iha nia Ain, Kelen no Kabun ho kilat marka "AR". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mosimage" style="float: left;" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cjitl.org/images/stories/hatudunicolao.jpg" alt="Image" title="Image" border="0" height="159" hspace="6" width="245" /&gt;&lt;div class="mosimage_caption"&gt;Jenderal Yusuf Hare Fatin Embuscada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bazeia ba publikasaun rua ne’e katak, iha tinan 1978, komandante bataylon ne’ebe lidera operasaun ne’e naran Leutenan Koronel Sahala Rajagukguk no Ministru Defeza no Siguransa Indonezia nian iha momentu ne’eba maka Jenderal M. Yusuf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuir publikasaun ne'e katak, Foho Maudelu, Maubisse hetan tiha ona embuskada husi bataylon 744 durante loron 11 antes Nicolao Lobato hetan tiru iha operasaun ne’e.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nune’e mos tuir archivu husi Unidade Aero Forca Indonezia ou TNI Angkatan Udara ne’ebe CJITL hetan asesu husi riset data, hatudu katak OPERASI PARIKESIT I nu’udar operasaun konjunta ida ne’ebe hahu iha loron 2 Dezembru 1978 no remata iha loron 27 Marcu 1979 ho misaun eksklusivu atu oho Nicolao Lobato, Antonio Carvarinho no seluk tan iha parte foho Matebian no Parte Oeste nian (inklui Maubisse).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iha arkivu konfidensial ne’e hateten, OPERASI PARIKESIT I ne’e involve mos forca marineiru no KOPASGAT (Komandu Pasukan Gerak Cepat) ou &lt;em&gt;Unidade Forca Intervensaun Lalais&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="mosimage" style="float: left;" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cjitl.org/images/stories/lobatomate.jpg" alt="Image" title="Image" border="0" height="131" hspace="6" width="160" /&gt;&lt;div class="mosimage_caption"&gt;Komandantes TNI hare Isin Mate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Komando Konjunta ne’e sai husi Indonezia iha loron 2 Dezembru 1978 ho Aviaun C-130 Hercules TNI –AU husi Aeroportu Militar Aero nian (Pangkalan Udara Militer) Husein Sastranegara Bandung ne’ebe lidera husi Mayor Inf. Sitorus no nia Vice Komandante maka Mayor Mar. Tatang S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estado Timor Leste rasik rekonhece tiha ona Nicolao Lobato hanesan heroi nasional ida ba libertasaun liu husi rekonhecementu oin – oin hanesan Aeroportu Internasional Timor Leste nian ne’ebe Uja Nicolao Lobato nia naran no mos Palacio Prezidente Aitarak laran ne’ebe mos uja heroi ne’e nia naran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husi dokumentu ne’ebe CJITL hetan sidauk konsege identifika hakoi fatin husi Nicolao Lobato ho soldadu 22 sira seluk, maske nune’e esforsu riset data kontinua hala’o husi ekipa reporter CJITL. Arkivu sira ne’ebe CJITL hetan tutan husi riset data online ne’e sei uja deit ba interese publikasaun noticia. (Gil da Silva)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CJITL nu’udar Centru Jornalista Investigativu Timor Leste ne’ebe servicu ba prinsipiu balancu no transparante bazeia ba faktus no lialos. Kontaktu ami iha 7250761 ou &lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;  &lt;!--  var prefix = '&amp;#109;a' + 'i&amp;#108;' + '&amp;#116;o';  var path = 'hr' + 'ef' + '=';  var addy89516 = '&amp;#101;d&amp;#105;t&amp;#111;r' + '&amp;#64;';  addy89516 = addy89516 + 'cj&amp;#105;tl' + '&amp;#46;' + '&amp;#111;rg';  document.write( '&lt;a&gt;' );  document.write( addy89516 );  document.write( '&lt;\/a&gt;' );  //--&gt;\n &lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:editor@cjitl.org"&gt;editor@cjitl.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;  &lt;!--  document.write( '&lt;span style="\'display:"&gt;' );  //--&gt;  &lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it  &lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;  &lt;!--  document.write( '&lt;/' );  document.write( 'span&gt;' );  //--&gt;  &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ba kritita no sugestaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte:http://cjitl.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=837&amp;amp;Itemid=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-4580612796732590617?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/4580612796732590617/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=4580612796732590617' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/4580612796732590617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/4580612796732590617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2010/01/johanes-modobe-husi-bataylon-744-mak.html' title='Johanes Modobe Husi Bataylon 744 Mak Tiru Mate Nicolao Lobato'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-939775644228593867</id><published>2009-11-12T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T04:35:46.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirador'/><title type='text'>Things aren't always what they seem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/Svv_UtMP2cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Se_1IH5GSvQ/s1600-h/Life_Is_Wonderful_by_marci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/Svv_UtMP2cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Se_1IH5GSvQ/s320/Life_Is_Wonderful_by_marci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403192909154474434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Things aren't always what they seem"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The next night the pair came to rest at  the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel how could you have let this happen?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The first man had everything, yet you helped him, she accused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let the cow  die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1258029142_10"&gt;angel of death&lt;/span&gt; came for his wife I gave him the cow instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things aren't always what they seem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every out come is always to your  advantage. You just might not know it until some time later...&lt;br /&gt;                                  Oooo&lt;br /&gt;    Some people           (    )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   come into our lives   )  /&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   and quickly go..      (_ /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;            oooO&lt;br /&gt;              (    )       Some people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;              \   (        become friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;               \_ )    and stay awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   leaving beautiful          Oooo&lt;br /&gt;    footprints on our         (    )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;      hearts...                       )  /&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                 &lt;/b&gt;(  _/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;                   oooO&lt;br /&gt;                    (    )      and we are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;                     \  (          never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;                      \_ )      quite the same&lt;br /&gt;                                   because we have&lt;br /&gt;                                 made a good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                  friend!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Yesterday is history.&lt;br /&gt;   Tomorrow a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;    Today is a gift.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   That's why it's called the present!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   I think this is special...live and savor every&lt;br /&gt;   moment... This is not a dress  rehearsal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;            (\        /)&lt;br /&gt;             ( \ __ / )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;             (  \()/  )&lt;br /&gt;             (  /   \  )   &lt;/b&gt;TAKE THIS &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1258029142_11"&gt;LITTLE  ANGEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;             ( / \/ \ )   &lt;/b&gt;AND KEEP HER CLOSE TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;               /      \   &lt;/b&gt;SHE IS YOUR &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1258029142_12"&gt;GUARDIAN ANGEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;               (        )   &lt;/b&gt;SENT TO WATCH OVER YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;               ____&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   THIS IS A SPECIAL GUARDIAN ANGEL... YOU MUST PASS THIS ON TO 5 PEOPLE WITHIN THE HOUR OF RECEIVING HER, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF YOU HAVE PASSED HER ON, SHE WILL WATCH OVER YOU FOREVER....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   IF NOT, HER TEARS WILL FLOW &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Now don't delete this message, because it comes from a very special angel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;           Right Now -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-somebody is thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;    -somebody is caring about you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;-somebody misses  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -somebody wants to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;   -somebody wants to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;    -somebody hopes you aren't in trouble.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -somebody is thankful for the support you have provided.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -somebody wants to hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;   -somebody hopes everything turns out all right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -somebody wants you to be happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -somebody wants you to find him/her.&lt;br /&gt;    -somebody is celebrating your successes.&lt;br /&gt;    -somebody wants to give you a gift.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -somebody thinks that you ARE a gift.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -somebody loves you.&lt;br /&gt;    -somebody admires your strength.&lt;br /&gt;    -somebody is thinking of you  and smiling.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -somebody wants to be your shoulder to cry on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;   SOMEBODY NEEDS YOU TO SEND THIS TO THEM &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Never take away anyone's hope.  That may be all they have.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-939775644228593867?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/939775644228593867/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=939775644228593867' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/939775644228593867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/939775644228593867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-wonderful.html' title='Things aren&apos;t always what they seem'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/Svv_UtMP2cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Se_1IH5GSvQ/s72-c/Life_Is_Wonderful_by_marci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-4502695459091391698</id><published>2009-09-07T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:14:55.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirador'/><title type='text'>Inspirasaun Moris Nian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SqXaBu6SxBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PtwUgn9ORFI/s1600-h/Inspirasaun+Moris+Nian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SqXaBu6SxBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PtwUgn9ORFI/s320/Inspirasaun+Moris+Nian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378945053271180306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"&gt;por Sri sri Ravi Shankar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fundador da ONG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artedeviver.org.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arte de Viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Todos os indivíduos são agraciados com todas as virtudes do mundo. Elas simplesmente estão cobertas por falta de compreensão e estresse. Tudo que é preciso é revelar as virtudes que já estão lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Técnicas de respiração e meditação são muito eficientes para acalmar a mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Aprender algo sobre nossa respiração é muito importante. Nossa respiração tem uma grande lição para nos ensinar, que nós havíamos esquecido. Para todo ritmo na mente, há um ritmo correspondente na respiração e para todo ritmo na respiração há uma emoção correspondente. Então, quando você não puder lidar com sua mente diretamente, através da respiração você pode lidar melhor com ela ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Fonte: http://expiracaoeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver-e-respirar.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Obrigado todos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Viva Timor Leste, a nossa patria....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-4502695459091391698?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/4502695459091391698/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=4502695459091391698' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/4502695459091391698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/4502695459091391698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspirasaun-moris-nian.html' title='Inspirasaun Moris Nian'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SqXaBu6SxBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PtwUgn9ORFI/s72-c/Inspirasaun+Moris+Nian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-2456850927015763632</id><published>2009-09-07T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:12:34.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirador'/><title type='text'>Life Inspiration ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SqXZoGljjNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0lB6OnS52XE/s1600-h/Talisman_V_Origin_of_life_inspiration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SqXZoGljjNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0lB6OnS52XE/s320/Talisman_V_Origin_of_life_inspiration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378944612950052050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now it is time for us to focus on what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;         The more we delve into how we got where we are,&lt;br /&gt;         the more we stay where we were.&lt;br /&gt;         The more we analyze what is not working,&lt;br /&gt;         the more things do not work.&lt;br /&gt;         And the more we consider how we would like it to be,&lt;br /&gt;         the more things become as we would have them.&lt;br /&gt;         The choice is ours.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;i&gt;Allen Cohen &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love          the earth and sun and animals,&lt;br /&gt;       Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,&lt;br /&gt;       Stand up for the stupid and crazy,&lt;br /&gt;       Devote your income and labor to others...&lt;br /&gt;       And your very flesh shall be a great poem.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Walt Whitman&lt;/i&gt; American Poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here          is a test to find out whether your mission in life is complete.&lt;br /&gt;       If you're alive, it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Richard Bach&lt;/i&gt; Jonathan Livingston Seagull &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"There          is no such thing in anyone's life as an unimportant day."&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Alexander Woollcott&lt;/i&gt; American Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet&lt;br /&gt; and the winds long to play with your hair."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;i&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/i&gt; Lebanese Poet and Novelist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"People          travel to wonder at the height of the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;       at the huge waves of the seas,&lt;br /&gt;       at the long course of the rivers,&lt;br /&gt;       at the vast compass of the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;       at the circular motion of the stars,&lt;br /&gt;       and yet they pass by themselves without wondering."&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;St. Augustine&lt;/i&gt;, Early Christian Priest, Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I          would rather be ashes than dust!&lt;br /&gt;       I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze&lt;br /&gt;       than it should be stifled by dry rot.&lt;br /&gt;       I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow,&lt;br /&gt;       than a sleepy and permanent planet.&lt;br /&gt;       The proper function of man is to live, not to exist.&lt;br /&gt;       I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them.&lt;br /&gt;       I shall use my time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jack London&lt;/i&gt; American Author Meditate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Live purely.&lt;br /&gt;       Be quiet. Do your work with mastery.&lt;br /&gt;       Like the moon, come out from behind the clouds! Shine&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Buddha&lt;/i&gt; The Enlightened One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I          will not die an unlived life.&lt;br /&gt;       I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.&lt;br /&gt;       I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me,&lt;br /&gt;       to make me less afraid, more accessible,&lt;br /&gt;       to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.&lt;br /&gt;       I choose to risk my significance;&lt;br /&gt;       to live so that which comes to me as seed goes to the next as blossom&lt;br /&gt;       and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Dawna Markova&lt;/i&gt; Author of Open Mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;When          you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced.&lt;br /&gt;       Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;i&gt;Cherokee Expression &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every          blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow.'&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;The Talmud &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"The          day will come when, after harnessing space,&lt;br /&gt;       the winds, the tides and gravitation,&lt;br /&gt;       we shall harness for God the energies of love.&lt;br /&gt;       And on that day, for the second time in the history of the world,&lt;br /&gt;       we shall have discovered fire."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Pierre Teilhard de Chardin&lt;/i&gt; French Paleontologist and Philosopher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You          must be the change you wish to see in the world."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/i&gt; Indian Political and Spiritual Leader &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Be          glad of life, because it gives you the chance to love and to work&lt;br /&gt;       and to play and to look up at the stars."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;i&gt;Henry Van Dyke&lt;/i&gt; American Educator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;To          live content with small means;&lt;br /&gt;       to seek elegance rather than luxury;&lt;br /&gt;       and refinement rather than fashion;&lt;br /&gt;       to be worthy, not respectable;&lt;br /&gt;       and wealthy, not rich;&lt;br /&gt;       to study hard, think quietly,&lt;br /&gt;       talk gently, act frankly;&lt;br /&gt;       to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages,&lt;br /&gt;       with open heart;&lt;br /&gt;       to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely,&lt;br /&gt;       await occasion, hurry never;&lt;br /&gt;       in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious,&lt;br /&gt;       grow up through the common.&lt;br /&gt;       This is to be my symphony.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;i&gt;William Henry Channing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't          ask yourself what the world needs;&lt;br /&gt;       ask yourself what makes you come alive.&lt;br /&gt;       And then go and do that.&lt;br /&gt;       Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Harold Whitman&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Normal          day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.&lt;br /&gt;       Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart.&lt;br /&gt;       Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;       Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.&lt;br /&gt;       One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow,&lt;br /&gt;       or stretch myself taut,&lt;br /&gt;       or raise my hands to the sky and want more than all the world, your return."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Mary Jean Iron&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;O,          with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born;&lt;br /&gt;       as if to say to insensate man,&lt;br /&gt;       'Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!'&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Harriet Beecher Stowe&lt;/i&gt; Author of "Uncle Tom's Cabin" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life          is an opportunity, benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is beauty, admire it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is bliss, taste it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is a dream, realize it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is a challenge, meet it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is a duty, complete it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is a game, play it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is a promise, fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is sorrow, overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is a song, sing it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is a struggle, accept it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is a tragedy, confront it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is an adventure, dare it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is luck, make it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is too precious, do not destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;       Life is life, fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mother Theresa&lt;/i&gt; Catholic Nun, Missionary Nobel Peace Prize Recipient&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;There          are only two ways to live your life.&lt;br /&gt;       One is as though nothing is a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;       The other is as if everything is.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Albert Einstein &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;This          is the beginning of a new day.&lt;br /&gt;         You have been given this day to use as you will.&lt;br /&gt;       You can waste it or use it for good.&lt;br /&gt;       What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life          for it. When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever;&lt;br /&gt;       in its place is something that you have left behind... let it be something          goo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;d."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;i&gt;Author Unknown &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let          me be a free man. Free to travel. Free to stop. Free to work.&lt;br /&gt;       Free to choose my own teachers. Free to follow the religion of my fathers.&lt;br /&gt;       Free to think and talk and act for myself.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;i&gt;Chief Joseph Nez &lt;/i&gt;Perce Indian Tribe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; Twenty years from now&lt;br /&gt;       you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the          ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor.&lt;br /&gt;       Catch the trade winds in your sails.&lt;br /&gt;       Explore. Dream. Discover.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;i&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/i&gt; American Author &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Come          to the edge."&lt;br /&gt; "We can't. We're afraid."&lt;br /&gt; "Come to the edge."&lt;br /&gt; "We can't. We will fall!"&lt;br /&gt; "Come to the edge"&lt;br /&gt;       And they came&lt;br /&gt;       And he pushed them&lt;br /&gt;       And they flew&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Guillaume Apollinaire&lt;/i&gt;, 1880-1918 French Poet, Philosopher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do          not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark,&lt;br /&gt;       in the hopeless swamps of the approximate,&lt;br /&gt;       the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all.&lt;br /&gt;       Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life          you deserved, but have never been able to reach.&lt;br /&gt;       Check your road and the nature of your battle.&lt;br /&gt;       The world you desired can be won.&lt;br /&gt;       It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Ayn Rand&lt;/i&gt; Russian-born American Author&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the day came&lt;br /&gt;       when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud&lt;br /&gt;       was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Anais Nin&lt;/i&gt; American Author &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;When          things go wrong as they sometimes will;&lt;br /&gt;       When the road you're trudging seems all uphill;&lt;br /&gt;       When the funds are low, and the debts are high&lt;br /&gt;       And you want to smile, but have to sigh;&lt;br /&gt;       When care is pressing you down a bit&lt;br /&gt;       Rest if you must, but do not quit.&lt;br /&gt;       Success is failure turned inside out;&lt;br /&gt;       The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;&lt;br /&gt;       And you can never tell how close you are&lt;br /&gt;       It may be near when it seems so far;&lt;br /&gt;       So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit&lt;br /&gt;       It's          when things go wrong that you must not quit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "Don't Quit,"&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Author Unknown &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Far          better is it to dare mighty things,&lt;br /&gt;       to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure&lt;br /&gt;       ...than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer          much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;i&gt;Theodore Roosevelt&lt;/i&gt; 26th President Of The United States &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do          not go where the path may lead,&lt;br /&gt;       go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Ralph Waldo Emerson American Poet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only          those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can          go.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;i&gt;T. S. Eliot&lt;/i&gt; Poet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;It          is not because things are difficult that we do not dare,&lt;br /&gt;       it is because we do not dare that they are difficult.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Seneca&lt;/i&gt; Roman Philosoper, Statesman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="main" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take          the first step in faith.&lt;br /&gt;       You don't have to see the whole staircase,&lt;br /&gt;       just take the first step.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;/i&gt; American Civil Rights Leader&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I          tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed,&lt;br /&gt;       you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Jesus of Nazareth&lt;/i&gt; The Bible Matthew 17:20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;It          is not the critic who counts;&lt;br /&gt;       not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled&lt;br /&gt;       or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.&lt;br /&gt;       The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,&lt;br /&gt;       whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;&lt;br /&gt;       who          strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again;&lt;br /&gt;       who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions;&lt;br /&gt;       who spends himself in a worthy cause;&lt;br /&gt;       who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,&lt;br /&gt;       and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while DARING GREATLY&lt;br /&gt;       so that his place shall never be with those timid souls&lt;br /&gt;       who know neither victory or defeat.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Theodore Roosevelt &lt;/i&gt;26th President Of The United States &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pay          no attention to what the critics say;&lt;br /&gt;       no statue has ever been erected to a critic.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Jean Sibelius&lt;/i&gt; Finnish Composer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obstacles          are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goals.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Author Unknown &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The          men who try to do something and fail&lt;br /&gt;       are infinitely better than those who try to do nothing and succeed.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Lloyd Jones&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Courage          is not the absence of fear,&lt;br /&gt;       but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Ambrose Redmoon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of the important things in the world&lt;br /&gt;       have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying&lt;br /&gt;       when there seemed to be no hope at all.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Dale Carnegie &lt;/i&gt;American Author How To Win Friends And Influence People &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;What          lies behind us and what lies before us&lt;br /&gt;       are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;/i&gt; American Author and Physician&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The          journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Lao Tzu&lt;/i&gt; Chinese Philosopher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our          deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;       Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;       It is our light not our darkness that frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;       We ask ourselves 'who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?'&lt;br /&gt;       Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;       Your playing small doesn't serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;       There's nothing enlightened about shrinking&lt;br /&gt;       so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;       We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.&lt;br /&gt;       It's not just in some of us; its in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;       And as we let our own light shine,&lt;br /&gt;       we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;       As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates          others."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Marianne Williamson&lt;/i&gt; From her book Return To Love        &lt;br /&gt;       (Commonly mistaken to be a quote by Nelson Mandella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Husi: http://www.fountain-international.org/contributions/024.htm&lt;br /&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/7134003579913104220-2456850927015763632?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/2456850927015763632/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=2456850927015763632' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/2456850927015763632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/2456850927015763632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-inspiration.html' title='Life Inspiration ;-)'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SqXZoGljjNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0lB6OnS52XE/s72-c/Talisman_V_Origin_of_life_inspiration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-6366808984018035092</id><published>2009-08-25T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:24:22.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puisia'/><title type='text'>Puisi hujan dan kamu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SpTUFpOK0jI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jxE5-9jpd6o/s1600-h/kalohan-timor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SpTUFpOK0jI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jxE5-9jpd6o/s320/kalohan-timor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374153448789561906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;tik!tik!tik!&lt;br /&gt;      air hujan belum juga berhenti menjatuhi tubuhku dengan jarum-jarumnya&lt;br /&gt;      yang bening. basah. dingin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;dan bulir-bulirnya mengalir di seluruh sudut mukaku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       tiba-tiba aku jadi ingat kamu. yang tak pernah berhenti menghujaniku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       dengan ciuman kecilmu. hangat. indah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       ciplak!ciplak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       sepasang kaki kecil berlari di depanku. tanpa disengaja air percikannya mengotori separuh         gaunku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       gaun putihku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       sama putihnya dengan rasa rindu yang ada di hatiku saat ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       aku jadi ingat kamu lagi. yang tak pernah puas memercikkan rindu-rindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       di dalam jiwaku. manis. megah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       hening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       kutelusuri hari-hari ini sendirian. menguak kerumunan tawa di depan mata. membelah         kumpulan bahagia sekelompok anak-anak kecil yang berlarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       di tengah hujan. seakan tak ingat pesan ibunda yang melarang dirinya bermain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       di bawah siraman air hujan. yang ada cuma tawa riang penuh kemenangan. ada luka di kaki         dan tangan. tapi mereka tak acuh, tak pedulikan apa-apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       ah, aku jadi ingat bekas lukamu di kaki dan tangan. yang bisa membawa cerita untuk         dikenang. nanti. suatu saat nanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       ada tempat berteduh di ujung sana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       setengah berlari aku mendekat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       duduk beralaskan plastik setengah kering. kuambil kertas dan pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       dari saku yang mulai terasa basah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       ah, lagi-lagi aku ingat kamu. dan ingin menulis tentang kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       semuanya tentang kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;       ..........karena memang cuma kamu yang ada dalam otakku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Diambil dari: http://www.geocities.com/CollegePark/Quad/2371/puisihujan1.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;\m/ \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-6366808984018035092?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/6366808984018035092/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=6366808984018035092' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/6366808984018035092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/6366808984018035092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2009/08/puisi-hujan-dan-kamu.html' title='Puisi hujan dan kamu'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SpTUFpOK0jI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jxE5-9jpd6o/s72-c/kalohan-timor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-4671828538650902055</id><published>2009-07-30T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:44:26.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oin-Oin'/><title type='text'>Award Husi Amigo ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SnJ2mPBvy0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/q8ZCoBsgB_w/s1600-h/Crystal_Award_Trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SnJ2mPBvy0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/q8ZCoBsgB_w/s200/Crystal_Award_Trophy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364480505392646978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini tepatnya tanggal 31 Juli 2009 pukul 13:00, aku mendapat Award perdana dari blog &lt;a linkindex="36" href="http://avancalinux.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avanca Linux&lt;/a&gt;. Melalui proses penawaran dan restu dari &lt;a linkindex="36" href="http://avancalinux.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avanca Linux&lt;/a&gt; , akhirnya aku bisa mengambil Award tersebut. Terima kasih untuk &lt;a linkindex="36" href="http://avancalinux.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avanca Linux&lt;/a&gt; yang telah memberikan award ini kepada saya. Dan berhubung award ini adalah award berbacklink yang bisa membantu meningkatkan statistik blog sobat blogger sekalian, jadi saya juga ingin berbagi award ini kepada semua blogger yg telah setia dan tidak pernah bosan memberi semangat kepada &lt;a linkindex="26" href="http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;Marci-Qibot &lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Kupersembahkan award ini kepada :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inspirador-timoroan.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Inspirador&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.impetilbdg.tk/" target="_blank"&gt;Impetil-BDG&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.quintalboot.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;QuintalBoot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bagi siapa saja yang menerima award ini diharuskan untuk membagikan kembali award ini kepada sepuluh orang temannya. Dan selanjutnya si penerima award harus meletakkan link-link berikut ini di blog atau artikel kamu :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a linkindex="29" href="http://www.masdoyok.co.cc/"&gt;Piyenkz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a linkindex="30" href="http://www.masdoyok.co.cc/"&gt;Mas Doyok&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a linkindex="31" href="http://aremaniangalam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a linkindex="32" href="http://boybloglinux.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rizky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a linkindex="33" href="http://omtomi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Omtomi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a linkindex="34" href="http://blognyaipank.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blognyaipank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a linkindex="35" href="http://rockmusik-net.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a linkindex="36" href="http://avancalinux.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avanca Linux&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a linkindex="37" href="http://leitimor.blogspot.com/"&gt;LeiTimor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a linkindex="38" href="http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marci-Qibot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Aturannya begini&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;sebelum kamu meletakkan link di atas, kamu harus menghapus peserta nomor 1 dari daftar. Sehingga semua peserta naik 1 level. Yang tadi nomor 2 jadi nomor 1, nomor 3 jadi 2, dst. Kemudian masukkan link kamu sendiri di bagian paling bawah (nomor 10). Tapi ingat ya, kalian semua harus fair dalam menjalankannya. Jika tiap penerima award mampu memberikan award ini kepada 5 orang saja dan mereka semua mengerjakannya , maka jumlah backlink yang akan didapat adalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika posisi kamu 10, jumlah backlink = 1&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 9, jml backlink = 5&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 8, jml backlink = 25&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 7, jml backlink = 125&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 6, jml backlink = 625&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 5, jml backlink = 3,125&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 4, jml backlink = 15,625&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 3, jml backlink = 78,125&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 2, jml backlink = 390,625&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 1, jml backlink = 1,953,125&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan semuanya menggunakan kata kunci yang kamu inginkan. Dari sisi SEO kamu sudah mendapatkan 1,953,125 backlink dan efek sampingnya jika pengunjung web para downline kamu mengklik link itu, kamu juga mendapatkan traffik tambahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, silahkan copy paste saja, dan hilangkan peserta nomor 1 lalu tambahkan link blog/website kamu di posisi 10. Ingat, kamu harus mulai dari posisi 10 agar hasilnya maksimal. Karena jika kamu tiba2 di posisi 1, maka link kamu akan hilang begitu ada yang masuk ke posisi 10.”&lt;br /&gt;Selamat mengambil award-nya, sobat. Tetap jalin silaturrohim kepada para blogger agar blog sobat cepat naik trafik pengunjungnya. Selamat kepada para blogger yg mendapat award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Obrigado ba Ebix84 for the award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Marci&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-4671828538650902055?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/4671828538650902055/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=4671828538650902055' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/4671828538650902055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/4671828538650902055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2009/07/award-husi-amigo.html' title='Award Husi Amigo ;-)'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SnJ2mPBvy0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/q8ZCoBsgB_w/s72-c/Crystal_Award_Trophy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-2321571424504250954</id><published>2009-07-18T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T05:58:24.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Aku Ingin Mencintaimu Dengan Sederhana</title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Penulis : Inayati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sangbintang.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 213px;" src="http://sangbintang.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku memandang kalender yang terletak di meja dengan kesal. Sabtu, 30 Maret 2002, hari ulang tahun perkawinan kami yang ketiga. Dan untuk ketiga kalinya pula Aa’ lupa. Ulang tahun pertama, Aa’ lupa karena harus rapat dengan direksi untuk menyelesaikan beberapa masalah keuangan perusahaan. Sebagai Direktur keuangan, Aa’ memang berkewajiban menyelesaikan masalah tersebut. Baiklah, aku maklum. Persoalan saat itu memang lumayan pelik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ulang tahun kedua, Aa’ harus keluar kota untuk melakukan presentasi. Kesibukannya membuatnya lupa. Dan setelah minta maaf, waktu aku menyatakan kekesalanku, dengan kalem ia menyahut,” Dik, toh aku sudah membuktikan cintaku sepanjang tahun. Hari itu tidak dirayakan kan tidak apa-apa. Cinta kan tidak butuh upacara…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sekarang, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="more-22"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;pagi-pagi ia sudah pamit ke kantor karena harus menyiapkan beberapa dokumen rapat. Ia pamit saat aku berada di kamar mandi. Aku memang sengaja tidak mengingatkannya tentang ulang tahun perkawinan kami. Aku ingin mengujinya, apakah ia ingat atau tidak kali ini. Nyatanya? Aku menarik napas panjang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Heran, apa sih susahnya mengingat hari ulang tahun perkawinan sendiri? Aku mendengus kesal. Aa’ memang berbeda dengan aku. Ia kalem dan tidak ekspresif, apalagi romantis. Maka, tidak pernah ada bunga pada momen-momen istimewa atau puisi yang dituliskan di selembar kertas merah muda seperti yang sering kubayangkan saat sebelum aku menikah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sedangkan aku, ekspresif dan romantis. Aku selalu memberinya hadiah dengan kata-kata manis setiap hari ulang tahunnya. Aku juga tidak lupa mengucapkan berpuluh kali kata I love you setiap minggu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mengirim pesan, bahkan puisi lewat sms saat ia keluar kota. Pokoknya, bagiku cinta harus diekspresikan dengan jelas. Karena kejelasan juga bagian dari cinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku tahu, kalau aku mencintai Aa’, aku harus menerimanya apa adanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tetapi, masak sih orang tidak mau berubah dan belajar? Bukankah aku sudah mengajarinya untuk bersikap lebih romantis? Ah, pokoknya aku kesal titik. Dan semua menjadi tidak menyenangkan bagiku. Aku uring-uringan. Aa’ jadi benar-benar menyebalkan di mataku. Aku mulai menghitung-hitung waktu dan perhatian yang diberikannya kepadaku dalam tiga tahun perkawinan kami. Tidak ada akhir minggu yang santai. Jarang sekali kami sempat pergi berdua untuk makan malam di luar. Waktu luang biasanya dihabiskannya untuk tidur sepanjang hari. Jadilah aku &lt;em&gt;manyun&lt;/em&gt; sendiri hampir setiap hari minggu dan cuma bisa memandangnya mendengkur dengan manis di tempat tidur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rasa kesalku semakin menjadi. Apalagi, hubungan kami seminggu ini memang sedang tidak baik. Kami berdua sama-sama letih. Pekerjaan yang bertumpuk di tempat tugas kami masing-masing membuat kami bertemu di rumah dalam keadaan sama-sama letih dan mudah tersinggung satu sama lain. Jadilah, beberapa kali kami bertengkar minggu ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sebenarnya, hari ini aku sudah mengosongkan semua jadual kegiatanku. Aku ingin berdua saja dengannya hari ini dan melakukan berbagai hal menyenangkan. Mestinya, Sabtu ini ia libur. Tetapi, begitulah Aa’. Sulit sekali baginya meninggalkan pekerjaannya, bahkan pada akhir pekan seperti ini. Mungkin, karena kami belum mempunyai anak. Sehingga ia tidak merasa perlu untuk meluangkan waktu pada akhir pekan seperti ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;”Hen, kamu yakin mau menerima lamaran A’ Ridwan?” Diah sahabatku menatapku heran. ”Kakakku itu enggak romantis, lho. Tidak seperti suami romantis yang sering kau bayangkan. Dia itu tipe laki-laki serius yang hobinya bekerja keras. Baik sih, soleh, setia… Tapi enggak humoris. Pokoknya, hidup sama dia itu datar. Rutin dan membosankan. Isinya cuma kerja, kerja dan kerja…” Diah menyambung panjang lebar. Aku cuma senyum-senyum saja saat itu. Aa’ memang menanyakan kesediaanku untuk menerima lamaranku lewat Diah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;”Kamu kok gitu, sih? Enggak senang ya kalau aku jadi kakak iparmu?” tanyaku sambil cemberut. Diah tertawa melihatku. ”Yah, yang seperti ini &lt;em&gt;mah&lt;/em&gt; tidak akan dilayani. Paling ditinggal pergi sama A’ Ridwan.” Diah tertawa geli. ”Kamu belum tahu kakakku, sih!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tetapi, apapun kata Diah, aku telah bertekad untuk menerima lamaran Aa’. Aku yakin kami bisa saling menyesuaikan diri. Toh ia laki-laki yang baik. Itu sudah lebih dari cukup buatku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Minggu-minggu pertama setelah perkawinan kami tidak banyak masalah berarti. Seperti layaknya pengantin baru, Aa’ berusaha romantis. Dan aku senang. Tetapi, semua berakhir saat masa cutinya berakhir. Ia segera berkutat dengan segala kesibukannya, tujuh hari dalam seminggu. Hampir tidak ada waktu yang tersisa untukku. Ceritaku yang antusias sering hanya ditanggapinya dengan &lt;em&gt;ehm, oh, begitu ya…&lt;/em&gt; Itupun sambil terkantuk-kantuk memeluk guling. Dan, aku yang telah berjam-jam menunggunya untuk bercerita lantas kehilangan selera untuk melanjutkan cerita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Begitulah… aku berusaha mengerti dan menerimanya. Tetapi pagi ini, kekesalanku kepadanya benar-benar mencapai puncaknya. &lt;em&gt;Aku izin ke rumah ibu&lt;/em&gt;. Kukirim sms singkat kepadanya. Kutunggu. Satu jam kemudian baru kuterima jawabannya. &lt;em&gt;Maaf, aku sedang rapat. Hati-hati. Salam untuk Ibu&lt;/em&gt;. Tuh, kan. Lihat. Bahkan ia membutuhkan waktu satu jam untuk membalas smsku. Rapat, presentasi, laporan keuangan, itulah saingan yang merebut perhatian suamiku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku langsung masuk ke bekas kamarku yang sekarang ditempati Riri adikku. Kuhempaskan tubuhku dengan kesal. Aku baru saja akan memejamkan mataku saat samar-samar kudengar Ibu mengetuk pintu. Aku bangkit dengan malas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;”Kenapa Hen? Ada masalah dengan Ridwan?” Ibu membuka percakapan tanpa basa-basi. Aku mengangguk. Ibu memang tidak pernah bisa dibohongi. Ia selalu berhasil menebak dengan jitu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Walau awalnya tersendat, akhirnya aku bercerita juga kepada Ibu. Mataku berkaca-kaca. Aku menumpahkan kekesalanku kepada Ibu. Ibu tersenyum mendengar ceritaku. Ia mengusap rambutku. ”Hen, mungkin semua ini salah Ibu dan Bapak yang terlalu memanjakan kamu. Sehingga kamu menjadi terganggu dengan sikap suamimu. Cobalah, Hen pikirkan baik-baik. Apa kekurangan Ridwan? Ia suami yang baik. Setia, jujur dan pekerja keras. Ridwan itu tidak pernah kasar sama kamu, rajin ibadah. Ia juga baik dan hormat kepada Ibu dan Bapak. Tidak semua suami seperti dia, Hen. Banyak orang yang dizholimi suaminya. Na’udzubillah!” Kata Ibu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku terdiam. Yah, betul sih apa yang dikatakan Ibu. ”Tapi Bu, dia itu keterlaluan sekali. Masak Ulang tahun perkawinan sendiri tiga kali lupa. Lagi pula, dia itu sama sekali tidak punya waktu buat aku. Aku kan istrinya, bu. Bukan cuma bagian dari perabot rumah tangga yang hanya perlu ditengok sekali-sekali.” Aku masih kesal. Walaupun dalam hati aku membenarkan apa yang diucapkan Ibu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ya, selain sifat kurang romantisnya, sebenarnya apa kekurangan Aa’? Hampir tidak ada. Sebenarnya, ia berusaha sekuat tenaga untuk membahagiakanku dengan caranya sendiri. Ia selalu mendorongku untuk menambah ilmu dan memperluas wawasanku. Ia juga selalu menyemangatiku untuk lebih rajin beribadah dan selalu berbaik sangka kepada orang lain. Soal kesetiaan? Tidak diragukan. Diah satu kantor dengannya. Dan ia selalu bercerita denganku bagaimana Aa’ bersikap terhadap rekan-rekan wanitanya di kantor. Aa’ tidak pernah meladeni ajakan Anita yang tidak juga bosan menggoda dan mengajaknya kencan. Padahal kalau mau, dengan penampilannya yang selalu rapi dan &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; seperti itu, tidak sulit buatnya menarik perhatian lawan jenis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;”Hen, kalau kamu merasa uring-uringan seperti itu, sebenarnya bukan Ridwan yang bermasalah. Persoalannya hanya satu, kamu kehilangan rasa syukur…” Ibu berkata tenang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku memandang Ibu. Perkataan Ibu benar-benar menohokku. Ya, Ibu benar. Aku kehilangan rasa syukur. Bukankah baru dua minggu yang lalu aku membujuk Ranti, salah seorang sahabatku yang stres karena suaminya berselingkuh dengan wanita lain dan sangat kasar kepadanya? Bukankah aku yang mengajaknya ke dokter untuk mengobati memar yang ada di beberapa bagian tubuhnya karena dipukuli suaminya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pelan-pelan, rasa bersalah timbul dalam hatiku. Kalau memang aku ingin menghabiskan waktu dengannya hari ini, mengapa aku tidak mengatakannya jauh-jauh hari agar ia dapat mengatur jadualnya? Bukankah aku bisa mengingatkannya dengan manis bahwa aku ingin pergi dengannya berdua saja hari ini. Mengapa aku tidak mencoba mengatakan kepadanya, bahwa aku ingin ia bersikap lebih romantis? Bahwa aku merasa tersisih karena kesibukannya? Bahwa aku sebenarnya takut tidak lagi dicintai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku segera pamit kepada Ibu. Aku bergegas pulang untuk membereskan rumah dan menyiapkan makan malam yang romantis di rumah. Aku tidak memberitahunya. Aku ingin membuat kejutan untuknya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Makan malam sudah siap. Aku menyiapkan masakan kegemaran Aa’ lengkap dengan rangkaian mawar merah di meja makan. Jam tujuh malam, Aa’ belum pulang. Aku menunggu dengan sabar. Jam sembilan malam, aku hanya menerima smsnya. &lt;em&gt;Maaf aku terlambat pulang. Tugasku belum selesai&lt;/em&gt;. Makanan di meja sudah dingin. Mataku sudah berat, tetapi aku tetap menunggunya di ruang tamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku terbangun dengan kaget. Ya Allah, aku tertidur. Kulirik jam dinding, jam 11 malam. Aku bangkit. Seikat mawar merah tergeletak di meja. Di sebelahnya, tergeletak kartu ucapan dan kotak perhiasan mungil. Aa’ tertidur pulas di karpet. Ia belum membuka dasi dan kaos kakinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kuambil kartu ucapan itu dan kubuka. Sebait puisi membuatku tersenyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lewat kata yang tak sempat disampaikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Awan kepada air yang menjadikannya tiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dengan kata yang tak sempat diucapkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kayu kepada api yang menjadikannya abu. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For vieny, welcome to your husband’s heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*dikutip dari Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana karya Sapardi Djoko Damono.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sumber : Majalah Ummi, edisi 12/XIII/2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-2321571424504250954?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/2321571424504250954/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=2321571424504250954' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/2321571424504250954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/2321571424504250954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2009/07/aku-ingin-mencintaimu-dengan-sederhana.html' title='Aku Ingin Mencintaimu Dengan Sederhana'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-5349053007707750264</id><published>2009-06-24T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:44:39.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamnasa'/><title type='text'>Suratahan Domin;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Surat Sum kepada pacarnya bule Amerika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ia menulis surat berbekal kamus Bahasa Inggris, berikut tulisnya setelah ia menyontek semunya dari kamus bahasa inggrisnya yang agak tipis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HI ROBBIE I WANT TO CUT CONNECTION US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Robbie saya mau memutuskan hubungan kita)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I HAVE THINK THIS COOK COOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Saya sudah memikirkan ini masak masak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;YOU CORRECT CORRECT MAN CROCODILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Kamu benar-benar pria buaya darat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MY FRIEND SPEAK YOU PLAY FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Teman saya bilang kamu bermain api )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I DON’T WANT TO SICK LIVER FOR 2 TIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Saya tidak mau sakit hati untuk kedua kali)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THIS RIVER I FORGIVE YOU, NEXT RIVER I KILL YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Kali ini kau kumaafkan, lain kali kau kubunuh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FROM YOUR SWEET LIVER, SUM (Dari buah hatimu, Sum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;by your SUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aahahahah=)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would say that it's quite stupid!!!=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;\m/ \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-5349053007707750264?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/5349053007707750264/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=5349053007707750264' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/5349053007707750264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/5349053007707750264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2009/06/suratahan-domin.html' title='Suratahan Domin;-)'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-7177666557218697672</id><published>2009-06-24T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:07:44.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamnasa'/><title type='text'>Language Class;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Language Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day in a language school in Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: "All right, now I'd like you to make a sentence using the words Green, Pink and Yellow. Who'd like to try?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Student raised his hand. It was Kukoya from japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kukoya: "Early this morning, i looked out the window, i saw the Green grass and Pink roses in the garden. I went outside and i feel the warm yellow sunlight around me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: "Not bad. Okay, who's next?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another student raised his hand. It was Weng from Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weng: "I try! I try. Can aaah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: "No, no, not you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weng: "Aaaiiyaaa... let me try lah... I can do lah... you think I'm stupid meeh...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: " Okay... go ahead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weng: "This morning I heard the phone Greeeeen..... Greeeeen.... I Pink it up and I said Yelloooow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-7177666557218697672?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/7177666557218697672/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=7177666557218697672' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/7177666557218697672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/7177666557218697672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2009/06/language-class.html' title='Language Class;-)'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-8578823348616484018</id><published>2009-06-24T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:06:17.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamnasa'/><title type='text'>Celoteh Anak KECIL;-)</title><content type='html'>"Anak-anak seringkali melontarkan pertanyaan dan jawaban yang tidak ditutup-tutupi alias polos, jadi bagi orang dewasa sangatlah menyenangkan bila berbicara dengan anak-anak kecil karena keterbukaanya. Darisekian banyak cerita-cerita seputar pertanyaan dan response anak-anak akan pertanyaan orang dewasa, berikut kami berikan beberapa cerita diantaranya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SkMTr5-m2NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qE9IEAIrHV4/s1600-h/lbarik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SkMTr5-m2NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qE9IEAIrHV4/s200/lbarik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351142427264997586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yunus Dan Ikan Paus&lt;br /&gt;Seorang gadis cilik bicara soal ikan paus dengan gurunya. Guru&lt;br /&gt;Itu menjelaskan bahwa ikan paus itu walaupun tubuhnya besar tetapi tidak dapat menelan manusia karena kerongkongannya sempit.&lt;br /&gt;Gadis itu berkata: "Tetapi nabi Yunus ditelan oleh seekor ikan paus."&lt;br /&gt;Merasa kesal guru itu mengulangi bahwa ikan paus tidak mungkin dapat menelan manusia.&lt;br /&gt;Gadis itu berkata lagi: "Nanti kalau masuk surga saya akan tanya&lt;br /&gt;Kepada nabi Yunus."&lt;br /&gt;Guru itu bertanya: "Bagaimana kalau ia masuk neraka?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau begitu pak guru saja yang nanya dong!!!," jawab anak itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wajah Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Seorang guru TK sedang mengawasi murid-murid yang sedang&lt;br /&gt;menggambar.&lt;br /&gt;Ia keliling untuk kontrol. Seorang gadis kecil tampak asyik sekali&lt;br /&gt;menggambar. Guru itu bertanya kepadanya apa yang sedang digambarnya.&lt;br /&gt;Anak itu menjawab: "Saya sedang menggambar wajahnya Tuhan." Guru itu tercekat dan bertanya: "Tetapi tidak ada kan yang tahu wajah Tuhan itu seperti apa."&lt;br /&gt;Bergeming tanpa lepas dari lukisannya anak itu menjawab: "Sebentar&lt;br /&gt;Lagi mereka akan tahu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sepuluh Perintah Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Seorang guru Bina Iman membahas soal Sepuluh Perintah Allah&lt;br /&gt;Dengan anak-anak usia lima dan enam tahun. Setelah menjelaskan perintah "Hormatilah kedua orang tuamu" ia bertanya, "Anak-anak adakah perintah yang mengajarkan bagaimana kita harus memperlakukan saudara-saudara kita?"&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa sangsi seorang anak laki-laki (sulung di keluarganya) menjawab:&lt;br /&gt;"Jangan membunuh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Uban Dan Kenakalan&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari seorang gadis kecil sedang duduk memperhatikan&lt;br /&gt;Ibunya mencuci piring di dapur. Tiba-tiba perhatiannya beralih pada&lt;br /&gt;helai-helai uban yang mencolok mata pada rambut ibunya. Kemudian ia bertanya:&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, mengapa beberapa lembar rambut Mama ubanan sih?" Ibunya menjawab:&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, setiap kali engkau nakal dan membuat Mama menangis atau sedih hati, selembar rambut Mama menjadi putih." Anak gadis kecil itu merenung sesaat mendengar pencerahan itu dan kemudian berkata: "Mama, lalu mengapa SEMUA rambut nenek menjadi putih semuanya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Foto Bersama&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak semuanya sudah selesai berfoto bersama dan guru&lt;br /&gt;Sedang mencoba membujuk mereka memesan masing-masing selembar foto nantinya.&lt;br /&gt;"Coba pikirkan betapa indahnya bila kalian semua sudah dewasa dan&lt;br /&gt;berkata: 'Nah itu Yani, ia jadi pengacara', atau 'itu Miki yang kini jadi dokter.'"&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba terdengar suatu suara nyeletuk: "Dan yang disamping kita itu ibu guru, dan sekarang ia sudah meninggal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-8578823348616484018?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/8578823348616484018/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=8578823348616484018' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/8578823348616484018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/8578823348616484018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2009/06/celoteh-anak-kecil.html' title='Celoteh Anak KECIL;-)'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SkMTr5-m2NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qE9IEAIrHV4/s72-c/lbarik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-8623626931342798509</id><published>2009-06-20T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:30:41.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirador'/><title type='text'>1000 BURUNG KERTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SjzyfjXcXbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P2DHkiRxcUY/s1600-h/Manu-Timor-Leste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SjzyfjXcXbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P2DHkiRxcUY/s200/Manu-Timor-Leste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349417081292742066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1000 BURUNG KERTAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blink style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOTIVASAUN TEM KE LA'O NAFATIN..;-)&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sewaktu Boy dan Girl baru pacaran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Boy melipat 1000 burung kertas buat Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;menggantungkannya di dalam kamar Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Boy mengatakan 1000 burung kertas itu menandakan 1000 ketulusan hatinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Waktu itu... Girl dan Boy setiap detik selalu merasakan betapa indahnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;cinta mereka berdua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tetapi pada suatu saat, Girl mulai menjauhi Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Girl memutuskan untuk menikah dan pergi ke Perancis...Ke Paris ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tempat yang dia impikan di dalam mimpinya berkali2 itu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sewaktu Girl mau memutuskan Boy, Girl bilang sama Boy, kita harus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;melihat dunia ini dengan pandangan yang dewasa. Menikah bagi cewek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;adalah kehidupan kedua kalinya. Aku harus bisa memegang kesempatan ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;dengan baik. Kamu terlalu miskin, sungguh aku tidak berani membayangkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;bagaimana kehidupan kita setelah menikah...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Setelah Girl pergi ke Perancis, Boy bekerja keras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;dia pernah menjual koran...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;menjadi karyawan sementara... bisnis kecil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;setiap pekerjaan kerjakan dengan sangat baik dan tekun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sudah lewat beberapa tahun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Karena pertolongan teman dan kerja kerasnya, akhirnya dia mempunyai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sebuah perusahaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dia sudah kaya, tetapi hatinya masih tertuju pada Girl, dia masih tidak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;dapat melupakannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pada suatu hari... waktu hujan, Boy dari mobilnya melihat sepasang orang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tua berjalan sangat pelan di depan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dia mengenali mereka, mereka adalah orang-tua Girl....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dia ingin mereka lihat kalau sekarang dia tidak hanya mempunyai mobil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pribadi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tetapi juga mempunyai villa dan perusahaan sendiri, ingin mereka tahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;kalau dia bukan seorang yang miskin lagi, dia sekarang adalah seorang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Boy mengendarai mobilnya sangat pelan sambil mengikuti sepasang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;orang-tua tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hujan terus turun tanpa henti, biarpun kedua orang-tua itu memakai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;payung,tetapi badan mereka tetap basah karena hujan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sewaktu mereka sampai tempat tujuan, Boy tercegang oleh apa yang ada didepan matanya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;itu adalah tempat pemakaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dia melihat di atas papan nisan Girl tersenyum sangat manis terhadapnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Di samping makamnya yang kecil, tergantung burung2 kertas yang dibuatkan Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dalam hujan, burung2 kertas itu terlihat begitu hidup, Orang-tua Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;memberitahu Boy, Girl tidak pergi ke Paris, Girl terserang kanker, Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pergi ke surga. Girl ingin Boy menjadi orang, mempunyai keluarga yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;harmonis, maka dengan terpaksa berbuat demikian terhadap Boy dulu. Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;bilang dia sangat mengerti Boy, dia percaya kalau Boy pasti akan berhasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Girl mengatakan.. . kalau pada suatu hari Boy akan datang ke makamnya dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;berharap dia membawakan beberapa burung kertas buatnya lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Boy langsung berlutut, berlutut di depan makam Girl, menangis dengan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;begitu sedihnya. Hujan pada hari itu terasa tidak akan berhenti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;membasahi sekujur tubuh Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Boy teringat senyum manis Girl yang begitu manis dan polos, Mengingat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;semua itu, hatinya mulai meneteskan darah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sewaktu orang-tua itu keluar dari pemakaman, mereka melihat kalau Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sudah membukakan pintu mobil untuk mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lagu sedih terdengar dari dalam mobil tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Hatiku tidak pernah menyesal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;semuanya hanya untukmu 1000 burung kertas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1000 ketulusan hatiku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;beterbangan di dalam angin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;menginginkan bintang yang lebat besebaran di langit...melewati sungai perak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;apakah aku bisa bertemu denganmu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tidak takut berapapun jauhnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hanya ingin sekarang langsung berlari ke sampingmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Masa lalu seperti asap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hilang dan tak kan kembali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;menambah kerinduan di hatiku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bagaimanapun dicari,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;jodoh kehidupan ini pasti tidak akan berubah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(lirik langsung di-translate dari bahasa Mandarin)&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/7134003579913104220-8623626931342798509?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/8623626931342798509/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=8623626931342798509' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/8623626931342798509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/8623626931342798509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2009/06/1000-burung-kertas.html' title='1000 BURUNG KERTAS'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SjzyfjXcXbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P2DHkiRxcUY/s72-c/Manu-Timor-Leste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-9164573104136876289</id><published>2009-05-25T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:14:11.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperancas-rasgadas'/><title type='text'>Esperanças Rasgadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Esperanças Rasgadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;Xanana Gusmão&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/FZNk-Ztf_G4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/FZNk-Ztf_G4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/ShqllaoYuSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/E-KMZElt06U/s1600-h/Xanana_Gusmao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/ShqllaoYuSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/E-KMZElt06U/s320/Xanana_Gusmao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339762370423601442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timor&lt;br /&gt;Jazigo de uma alma&lt;br /&gt;Que não pereceu&lt;br /&gt;Nas névoas&lt;br /&gt;De uma história que se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Na distância das lendas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timor&lt;br /&gt;Montanha de ossos&lt;br /&gt;De uma valentia&lt;br /&gt;Que bocas guerreiras&lt;br /&gt;Abençoaram seus filhos&lt;br /&gt;Para a perenidade dos dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timor&lt;br /&gt;Onde a morte&lt;br /&gt;só se consagra no combate&lt;br /&gt;Para deter a vida&lt;br /&gt;E contar a história às crianças&lt;br /&gt;Que nascem para recordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timor&lt;br /&gt;Onde as flores&lt;br /&gt;Também desabrocham&lt;br /&gt;Para embelezar&lt;br /&gt;as sepulturas desconhecidas&lt;br /&gt;‘em noites frias, infindáveis’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timor&lt;br /&gt;Onde as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;nascem para morrer&lt;br /&gt;pela esperança&lt;br /&gt;em rasgos de dor&lt;br /&gt;em rasgos de carne&lt;br /&gt;em rasgos de sangue&lt;br /&gt;em rasgos de vida&lt;br /&gt;em rasgos de alma&lt;br /&gt;em rasgos da própria liberdade&lt;br /&gt;que se alcança..&lt;br /&gt;com a morte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avô Crocodilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz a lenda&lt;br /&gt;E eu acredito!&lt;br /&gt;O sol na pontinha do mar&lt;br /&gt;Abriu os olhos&lt;br /&gt;E espraiou os seus raios&lt;br /&gt;E traçou uma rota&lt;br /&gt;Do fundo mar&lt;br /&gt;Um crocodilo pensou buscar o seu destino&lt;br /&gt;E veio por aquele rasgo de luz&lt;br /&gt;Cansado, deixou-se estirar&lt;br /&gt;No tempo&lt;br /&gt;E suas crostas se transformaram&lt;br /&gt;Em cadeias de montanhas&lt;br /&gt;Onde as pessoas nasceram&lt;br /&gt;E onde as pessoas morreram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avô Crocodilo&lt;br /&gt;- diz a lenda&lt;br /&gt;e eu acredito!&lt;br /&gt;É Timor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-9164573104136876289?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/ShqllaoYuSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/E-KMZElt06U/s72-c/Xanana_Gusmao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-5987202902159583899</id><published>2009-05-25T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:01:26.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasgos da Minha Memória</title><content type='html'>Pergunto-me&lt;br /&gt;se me termino por aqui&lt;br /&gt;onde o tempo viaja&lt;br /&gt;mas não volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde a disputa do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;se mistura entre poemas&lt;br /&gt;poemas de amor e de guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Das manhãs frias&lt;br /&gt;dos rasgos da minha memória&lt;br /&gt;dos açoites de vara fina&lt;br /&gt;que alinhavam&lt;br /&gt;as folhas secas espalhadas&lt;br /&gt;pelo chão do meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me&lt;br /&gt;porque me pariram&lt;br /&gt;em tragos de dor&lt;br /&gt;se o desejo nada mendigava à vontade&lt;br /&gt;da parida vontade que me pariu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me porque persisto&lt;br /&gt;nesta persistência&lt;br /&gt;no tempo que viaja mas não volta&lt;br /&gt;resta-me o presente rasgado&lt;br /&gt;pela subsistência de cada dia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por &lt;br /&gt;Conceição Bernardino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-5987202902159583899?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/5987202902159583899/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=5987202902159583899' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/5987202902159583899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/5987202902159583899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2009/05/rasgos-da-minha-memoria.html' title='Rasgos da Minha Memória'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-7628083795843936587</id><published>2009-05-08T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:14:21.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>HAU HADOMI O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BDG, MAY 08, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;22:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nai maromak halo ema moris iha mundo, sempre iha nia iis rohan.&lt;br /&gt;Ruin nebe Nai Maromak hasai husi Adao nia kanotak sorin, i&lt;br /&gt;halo sai Eva nebe to'o agora halo mane ohin loron falta ruin ida iha nia ruin los.&lt;br /&gt;Ema idak - idak iha ona nia paar iha mundo ne'e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SgRJSCeVklI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wfcureWbuSg/s1600-h/HauHdomiO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SgRJSCeVklI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wfcureWbuSg/s320/HauHdomiO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333468432964096594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husi Domin mak halo ema ida - idak konhese moris. Iha lista ne'e,&lt;br /&gt;Hakerek liafuan "Hau hadomi O" iha linguas oin - oin mundo nian.&lt;br /&gt;Atu konhese barak liu tan kona ba liafuan domin ne'e, bele download deit&lt;br /&gt;nia e-book iha link tuir mai ne'e:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ita boot sira mos bele distribui pdf ne'e ho livre ba sira seluk nebe mak precisa.&lt;br /&gt;Espera katak imi nain rua nia relasaun domin metin nafatin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakaarak download karik favor ida klik deit iha link tuir mai ne'e:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/4665941/Zamaica_H2O_Aug.2008.pdf.html" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dokumentu Hw Hdomi O ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QI_BOOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-7628083795843936587?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/7628083795843936587/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=7628083795843936587' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/7628083795843936587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/7628083795843936587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2009/05/hau-hadomi-o.html' title='HAU HADOMI O'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SgRJSCeVklI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wfcureWbuSg/s72-c/HauHdomiO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-5413384104397130863</id><published>2009-04-27T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:44:05.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiensia Ohin Loron</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bandung, April 27th, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up from my unconscious, when I realize that&lt;br /&gt;the reality shows different.&lt;br /&gt;When I experience those, I start to give a space to my mind&lt;br /&gt;to load those matters and to give my thoughts on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is different today, you shall carry it yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the way home&lt;br /&gt;When your steps are only the one with you&lt;br /&gt;alongwith all the stuffs stuck in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taught to be a strong person&lt;br /&gt;To dare enough to face what is going on&lt;br /&gt;to adapt with the situation where you are in&lt;br /&gt;and to break the things hold you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;Even if far away from home&lt;br /&gt;I have my guardian angel&lt;br /&gt;Who will lead me in the right path&lt;br /&gt;to the destination I never know before&lt;br /&gt;Life is a map which has roads on it&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the road goes straight, turns left and right&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes can go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been arranged&lt;br /&gt;And you will only walk through that ways&lt;br /&gt;and the destination will be in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone&lt;br /&gt;You are urged to live in a community&lt;br /&gt;where one shall recognize the other&lt;br /&gt;to create a harmony living&lt;br /&gt;to get to know others&lt;br /&gt;to put aside the differents&lt;br /&gt;and be humble to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short&lt;br /&gt;be a strong person to survive in this era&lt;br /&gt;be humble to recognise more peeps&lt;br /&gt;and you will walk with a brave heart&lt;br /&gt;because you are strong and&lt;br /&gt;because you have won the people's supports&lt;br /&gt;go ahead body&lt;br /&gt;you can do it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marci-Qibot&lt;br /&gt;("I Love You (Jsus)")&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134003579913104220-5413384104397130863?l=marcianomxz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/feeds/5413384104397130863/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134003579913104220&amp;postID=5413384104397130863' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/5413384104397130863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134003579913104220/posts/default/5413384104397130863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcianomxz.blogspot.com/2009/04/experiencia-ohin-loron.html' title='Experiensia Ohin Loron'/><author><name>Marciano Qibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12302324817864117585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SfmwvTWVq0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fa1ll8foyHM/s1600-R/tp-flag1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134003579913104220.post-7743135599439650296</id><published>2008-12-11T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:20:32.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Istoria Badak'/><title type='text'>Kisah Di Airport Comoro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SUH4GyVZwdI/AAAAAAAAABI/_a_Qbc9dSNs/s1600-h/Timor+Leste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22GA8AzQ_RE/SUH4GyVZwdI/AAAAAAAAABI/_a_Qbc9dSNs/s320/Timor+Leste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278773033729376722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///E:/Timor%20Leste.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;agi itu aku telah bersiap – siap, semua barang – barang dan koperku udah pada siap pula, aku perlu checking di bandara 30 menit sebelum penerbangan. Semua keluargaku sedang sibuknya mengecek keperluan – keperluan lain untuk dipakai di tengah perjalanan aku nanti. Jam keberangkatan di tiket pesawatku adalah pukul 13.00 siang berarti aku sudah harus di bandara tepat jam 12.00, yeah setengah jamnya untuk cheking dan sisanya untuk basa – basi dengan teman – teman dan juga dengan dia kekasihku. Semalam suntuk aku mendengar nasehat dan petuah dari bokap- nyokap dan kakek gw, yah udah menjadi budaya bila ada sanak keluarga yang berangkat ke negeri orang untuk jangka waktu yang panjang selalu mengalami hal demikian. Jam menunjukan pukul sepuluh lewat lima menit ketika hpku berdering, panggilan dari kekasih aku, “ Ola, Bomdia!”, jawabku membuka percakapan, “ Ne'e hau Nina, o prepara ona k Gus? ” Tanya Nina, “ Sim, hau nia sasan sira preparadu hotu ona, hau nia bin boot mak agora sei sai ba hola ai moruk ruma para hau bele lori , atu jaga – jaga deit sa, se mak hatene karik hau ulun moras karik hau bele usa deit! ” sahutku. “ Oh ne k, heisa o tem ke lori duni ga, Gus hau hakarak atu koalia buat ruma ho o, bele k lae?? ” tanya Nina, “ Bele deit sa, mais liu husi telefone ne'e la karun k??? Diak liu hanesan ne'e deit, khan hau orsida sei ba checking iha Airport jam dua belas no aviao sei sai iha uma hora, jadi ita iha oras barak para bele koalia, o hanoin hanusa??? ” Aku sengaja menjawab demikian karena suaranya di Hp sedikit parau, aku takut bila ia nantinya bakalan nangis lewat hp itu. “ La buat ida sa, hau khan atu koalia lalais deit neé Gus!!!” jawabnya memaksa, “ Ida ne'e khan karun ne'e, o fiar hau uituan ba ladiak k? ” jawab aku, akhirnya dia menerima ajakan aku “ Okelah kuandu o hakarak hanesan ne'e, labuat ida hau ba too iha Airporto mak hau sms deit o, ne k ”??? minta Nina, “ Iya – iya, kuandu o iha neba ona karik keta haluha sms hau ok!!! ” jawabku, “ ok, ok!!!” jawab Nina sambil menutup hpny. Biasanya kalo habis nelpon ia selalu say “ hau hadomi o Gus” , tapi barusan nggak ada kalimat itu keluar dari mulutnya. Aku mulai berdiam diri dan berpikir, ada apa nih dengan Nina???, ada yang nggak beres nih dengan dia, aku juga mulai tak tenang, akan tetapi ini adalah hari terakhir aku di negeri sendiri, tinggal menghitung jam dan aku sudah menjadi orang asing di negeri orang....., oh Tuhan tolonglah hambaMu ini, mudah – mudahan nggak ada hal - hal buruk yang nantinya happen di airport. Saking hebatnya aku berdiam diri sampai – sampai aku terhanyut dalam lamunanku itu, aku seakan nggak sadar bahwa aku harus mandi dan bergegas mengganti baju, memakai sepatu baru ku itu dan harus meninggalkan orang – orang yang kusayangi, meninggalkan nyokap-bokap, kakek, kakak dan adik – adikku, lingkungan dimana aku tumbuh dan mengenal seluk – beluk pergaulan hidup ini, meninggalkan sahabat – sahabatku, dan yang meninggalkan seorang gadis yang aku sayangi. Tanpa kusadari nyokap gw menhampiri aku dan berkata:” Gus, o la haris ona k???, o hanoin fali se oras ne'e??? Orsida aviao semo tiha karik hanusa!!! jawab aku:” Diak sa mae, hau ba haris ona, ema la hanoin tan buat ida boot ne'e mos mae para nar – naran ida!!!” aku berusaha menyembunyikan perasaan aku yang sebenarnya dari nyokap gw. Jawab ibuku: “ Nar – naran fali hanusa ona, o hori-horin mak tur muron hela deit dau-daun ne'e!!!” , “ Diak sa mae, hau ba haris ona” , sambil berlalu aku langsung mengambil handuk dan peralatan mandi gw dan lansung nyasar ke kamar mandi. Pulsak hpku adalah $0.0, Aku sengaja nggak mau mengisi ulang pulsa hpku karena aku pikir ini bakalan boros, karena waktu aku cuman sebentar lagi kok......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam menunjukan pukul 11.00 siang OTL, semua keluargaku udah siap di dalam sebuah mikrolet mini, aku meraih tas kecilku yang berisi obat demam dan sakit kepala dan berkas – berkas pendaftaran ku sambil menuju ke mobil taft 4 x 4 yang udah usang milik keluarga ku, bokap gw udah siap di dalamnya dan membukakan pintu depan bagiku, oh...Tuhan apa ini mimpi, apakah aku harus pergi? Dengan acara seperti ini tampaknya aku nggak mau pergi......!!, namun semuanya sudah menjadi takdir, ini adalah jalan hidupku yang telah dipersiapkan oleh Yang Kuasa yang harus ku tempuh oleh diri ku sendiri....., mobil dan mikrolet mini mulai melaju perlahan keluar pagar, aku menatap rumahku, halaman – halaman, pepohonan untuk terakhir kalinya..... aku mencoba menguatkan hatiku untuk menerima kenyataan ini, aku harus meraih cita – citaku dan menyenangkan keluarga ku dan kembali untuk mengabdi kepada tanah air tercintaku, di satu pihak aku harus meninggalkan seorang gadis yang sangat aku sayangi. Perjalanan menuju airport memakan waktu 45 menit, yah...memang tempat tinggalku jauh dari airport kok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airport Comoro sudah tampak di depan mata, semua penumpang yang berangkat pada waktu yang sama pun udah mulai berkumpul dan checking. Aku beranjak turun, dengan sebuah tas yang terkulai di bahuku, semua barang – barangku diturunkan dari mikrolet mini, semua keluargaku pun menunggu di luar bandara Comoro, aku langsung checking di agen pesawat merpati kira – kira lima belas menit. Checking udah usai, aku keluar dari tempat checking dan berkumpul bersama lagi dengan keluarga aku. Kakak perempuanku dan adik – adiku sedang asyiknya menunjuk kesana kemari sambil tertawa kecil, nyokap – bokap dan kakek gw pun sedang asyik ngobrolnya, aku mulai melirikan mataku untuk mencari dan menantikan sms darinya seperti janjinya. 15 menit udah berlalu jam di hpku telah menunjukan pukul 12.15 menit. Aku terus melirik kesana-sini untuk mencari tapi tak ada sesosok gadis Nina pun disitu, waktu terus berlalu, para penumpang pun terus berdatangan tapi sosok seorang Nina belum juga tampak di depan mata. Sedang cemas – cemasnya melirikan mata, bokap gw mulai mengejek aku “ Gus, o buka se? O hein ema ruma karik? Keta halo o hein o nia amor karikkk....”!!!, sahutku “ hissshhh pae deit sa, ema la hein tan buat ida boot ne'e mos par arbiru!!!” , “ Entaun be ohin, o hare tun sa'e ne'e o buka se??? Khan buka ema ida too”!!! , tambah bokap gw, aku pun menepisnya lagi :” Lae ida sa pae, be Aviao tun ona k seidauk eh??? ”, tanya aku sambil berusaha mengalihkan pembicaraan dan jawab bokapku lagi:” Ora- oras tan atu tun ona sa” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suasana obrolan aku dengan nyokap – bokap dan kakek gw udah berlangsung lama, namun ianya tak kunjung datang, pesawat yang nantinya akan membawaku pun udah mendarat. Tinggal 15 menit lagi aku bakalan stand by di ruang tunggu, aku berpura – pura mengerakkan badanku agar tak diketahui oleh bokapku tuk mencari...namun malang nasibku ianya mengikari janji ia tak datang, tiba – tiba operator bandara mengumumkan agar semua penumpang segera berkumpul di ruang tunggu, aku terus melirik sana – sini namun tak juga melihat dia......tibalah saatnya kini, aku pamit pada kedua orangtuaku, kakekku, kakak dan adik – adiku untuk terakhir kalinya, mereka melepaskan kepergiannku, aku pun melirik keluar untuk terakhir kalinya sambil melangkahkan kakiku ke dalam ruang tunggu, sesaat kemudian aku telah siap di ruang tunggu, aku nggak tahu mengapa suasana hatiku sangat berat tuk pergi .....aku berusaha memusatkan perhatianku pada hal – hal lain, tapi aku nggak bisa, aku menghadapi dua event yang sama besar beratnya yaitu meninggalkan sebuah keluarga yang sangat ku cintai dan si dia yang sangat kusayangi.....aku sempat menitikan air mata ketika aku mulai beranjak keluar dari waiting room menuju lapangan penerbangan....aku menaiki tangga yang telah dipersiapkan menuju arah pintu pesawat boeing tersebut....dan....dan.. aku membalikan badan untuk sekejap menoleh ke arah kerumunan para pengantar untuk kali terakhirnya ....aku melambaikan tanganku dan langsung memasuki pintu pesawat, aku terdiam dan terpaku di dalam kursi pesawatku, ...sekali lagi aku teringat akan janjinya untuk mengantar dan smsin aku......ternyata si dia telah ngingkar janji...tapi di satu pihak aku sangat memahami dirinya, mungkin dia sangat mencintai aku, atau mungkin dia nggak mampu melepaskan kepergianku....namun andainya dia disini ingin ku katakan pada dia bahwa :” O hein hau ok, hau pasti sei fila ba o, hau janji katak so o mesak deit i hau sei fila ba o, fiar hau rona...!!! ” tapi nyatanya dia tak datang, sesaat aku merasakan roda pesawat mulai bergerak ..menandakan bahwa sebentar lagi pesawat akan take off..., 2 menit kemudian pesawat telah take off, aku benar – benar telah meninggalkan everything...everthing..di negeriku ini.....Operator pesawat sempat mengumumkan bahwa para pembawa hp diharapkan mematikan hpnya karena bisa menggangu sistim komunikasi pesawat, namun aku tak menghiraukannya, aku hanya akan mematikan hpku bila sinyal satelit di hpku udah menghilang......3 menit di udara aku mendengar nada dering messageku berdering, oh Tuhan apakah itu dia......aku merogoh kantongku dan mengeluarkan hpku, oh my God ternyata ini message dari dia...aku bergegas membuka message tersebut dan membaca isi message tersebut katanya:” Sorry, hau sengaja lakohi lori o ba, coz hau lakohi atu hein no hope buat 1 nb mk la pasti, so la'o didiak deit n i hope u can achieve ur dreams n make ur family happy. If loron 1 u back lalika buka hau ona tanba krk hau ema seluk nian ona . Nina.” Betapa kagetnya aku melihat messagenya ini, selama ini aku hanya menerima pesan – pesanya yang mengandung makna cinta, selama ini aku sangat menghargai dan mencintai dia, tapi detik ini aku sadar bahwa, dia hanyalah seorang pecundang cinta nggak mampu menghadapi kenyataan hidup......aku langsung mengnon aktifkan hpku....dan memusatkan perhatianku pada perjalananku aku mencoba mengalihkan pikiranku ke persiapan – persiapan kuliahku di negeri seberang nanti....karena aku juga nggak mau hal ini dapat menganggu studiku dan mengecewakan keluarga aku karena selama ini aku telah mencoba mengatasi kedua hal ini, namun aku harus merelakan satunya, yaitu aku harus merelakan cintaku. 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