<?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-3733329995828725220</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:50:34.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOVA SHERA SIANTURI</title><subtitle type='html'>past, present, future</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yova shera sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06534668832619331189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S5zn2y8p42I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GuHkM-v1O6I/S220/04663+ml+(9).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733329995828725220.post-8008566255213949959</id><published>2010-08-21T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T03:36:12.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yova's world</title><content type='html'>Life is good and I just trying to make it easier. I like to do everything I want to as long as it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/TFLpDjMBbeI/AAAAAAAAADk/D_JiEhtInNE/s1600/04663+ml+%284%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/TFLpDjMBbeI/AAAAAAAAADk/D_JiEhtInNE/s320/04663+ml+%284%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yea. I like photograph. I like being captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/TFLpj-j67-I/AAAAAAAAADs/EyShLxQwowQ/s1600/04753+ml+%289%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/TFLpj-j67-I/AAAAAAAAADs/EyShLxQwowQ/s320/04753+ml+%289%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some people don't believe that I'm an Indonesian. In fact, I'm an Indonesian. I'm a Bataknese and I'm proud to be who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/TG-rTtvTWvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IqIVKrBqtzs/s1600/6926_141853757620_141852047620_3066279_8387694_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/TG-rTtvTWvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IqIVKrBqtzs/s320/6926_141853757620_141852047620_3066279_8387694_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a King without a throne, trying to Heal the world. He is a Smooth criminal on the dance floor, his dance move is a Thriller. It makes the people Scream and think of something Bad. Here is a Man in the mirror, not In the closet. He doesn't mind if you are Black or white. He Just can't stop loving you. Here is a King without a throne bidding the world goodbye at 50...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a King without a throne...but to me he's just my little prince who never want to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;A day doesn't go by I don't think about him. It's always there in every sense...and I will never let him apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733329995828725220-8008566255213949959?l=yovashera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/feeds/8008566255213949959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2010/07/yovas-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/8008566255213949959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/8008566255213949959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2010/07/yovas-world.html' title='Yova&apos;s world'/><author><name>yova shera sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06534668832619331189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S5zn2y8p42I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GuHkM-v1O6I/S220/04663+ml+(9).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/TFLpDjMBbeI/AAAAAAAAADk/D_JiEhtInNE/s72-c/04663+ml+%284%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733329995828725220.post-5161945561955217</id><published>2010-05-24T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T08:52:47.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the true legend: MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qcLmJXq6I/AAAAAAAAACE/RnkDwxq2O5s/s1600/0001216899-93536L.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474860020054600610" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qcLmJXq6I/AAAAAAAAACE/RnkDwxq2O5s/s320/0001216899-93536L.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 231px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's no words that I can say but 'I DO LOVE YOU'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He's amazing! his smile, his angelic voice, his dance and especially his smile. There's no words that can explain how wonderful he is. It's more than just wonderful !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Down to earth, generous, genius. There's no one else like him. Even if people called his as a king, but actually he never want to be a king. A Peter Pan or a little prince maybe better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To his family, he had been a very good son who is always keep smiling even though it's hard. He is someone who loves his family so much. He's someone who wants to work hard and struggle for everything. He's someone who always say 'I love you more' to his family. He's someone who always take care of his little sister, Janet. And he's more than just a son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qcthUw4RI/AAAAAAAAACM/UiGtzQ__pxk/s1600/24390_105531412802487_100000368856004_128493_5998606_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474860602875765010" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qcthUw4RI/AAAAAAAAACM/UiGtzQ__pxk/s320/24390_105531412802487_100000368856004_128493_5998606_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 269px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 286px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To his children, he had been and will always be a great father that everyone can't be. He always have free time for his children. Teach them how to dance, celebrate their birthdays, and of course singing. He did everything for them until he's gone. He gave everything, he did everything to make them happy. And no wonder that the 3 angels are the most precious things he ever had and of course he loves them with all his heart beyond now and forever more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qdKS0L9lI/AAAAAAAAACU/TqJYU4Ammi4/s1600/013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474861097197237842" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qdKS0L9lI/AAAAAAAAACU/TqJYU4Ammi4/s320/013.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To his friends, he had been a very good and loyal one who always show the happiness. He never stop making jokes so that he could see the laughter on his friends. He's a really good friend who will always stand by his friends and say 'let's be strong!'. That's only a true friend can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qdkKUMrlI/AAAAAAAAACc/CJSGzVkgw4k/s1600/17051_229265292620_141852047620_3665498_6152323_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474861541592182354" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qdkKUMrlI/AAAAAAAAACc/CJSGzVkgw4k/s320/17051_229265292620_141852047620_3665498_6152323_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 256px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To the children. He's just like a hero, a father, a brother even a friend. He always wanted to fill every child's heart with love, joy and laughter. He loves to see their smile and children are the part of his life. Michael is my Peter Pan who never want to be adult. That's why even he's a king but actually he prefer to be a little prince. That's Michael :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/TAUqXtY5vpI/AAAAAAAAADc/fr2foNBimto/s1600/14259_1256138973081_1517808496_673921_57430_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/TAUqXtY5vpI/AAAAAAAAADc/fr2foNBimto/s320/14259_1256138973081_1517808496_673921_57430_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;To his fans, he had been a man who never stop loving them. He's a man who will always be there for them. He's a man who have a special place in his heart for his fans. And he's a man who will always love them on and on...continuously and forever more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qeIkd3kNI/AAAAAAAAACk/-Iy56Ol3EKw/s1600/180px-MJ_Star.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474862167087354066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qeIkd3kNI/AAAAAAAAACk/-Iy56Ol3EKw/s320/180px-MJ_Star.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 130px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 180px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To us, he had been a man who always try to give us love because he do know what we needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it's LOVE. He had been a man who tried to ask us to stand together, holding hands, and start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to remake the planet into a heaven of joy, understanding, and goodness. And to us, he had a special message to give. It's TAKE CARE THE PLANET. That's what he wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To the world, he had been a star who make our hardest night become a beautiful night. He did everything to make the world better. He tried to take care of it even though it was really hard. But he never gave up. His willing to heal the world is the biggest willing that he always wanted to do. And now it's our duty to continue it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qezG4AmfI/AAAAAAAAACs/DnBuhZ-_UHM/s1600/3678839393_1b59920f8d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474862897878309362" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qezG4AmfI/AAAAAAAAACs/DnBuhZ-_UHM/s320/3678839393_1b59920f8d.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And to me, he had been my everything. Maybe the words 'I love you' will never be enough. When my feelings mix together, through his music he always can make it straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when I'm down, through his dance he tells me '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;keep trying than you will'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when I need someone to hug or a shoulders to cry on, he will come to my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when I'm alone, I just remember his words telling that 'you're not alone for I'm here with you'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when I feel scare, I just remember his words telling that 'just call my name, and I'll be there'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when I'm crying, I just remember his wonderful smile which is could make me better. To me, he's not just a greatest star. But he's a brother, a friend even a father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And when I realized that he's gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just crying silently and then in my heart I say 'Michael, I'm so proud of you'. And I'll let the tears flowing on my face.To me, this is absolutely hard. But he always teach me to always be strong because one day in my life, no matter when it is, there will be a chance for me to hug him tight in my arms and I'll never let it go. But most of all, I'll always try to feel his presence. Because SOMETIMES WHAT'S REAL IS SOMETHING WE CANNOT SEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qf1g_7A8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9s4mxX8tBzs/s1600/02172010%28009%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474864038762185666" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qf1g_7A8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9s4mxX8tBzs/s320/02172010%28009%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 215px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe the world knows that he's gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But he will always live in every heart who's expect it. As his promise that 'though we're far apart, you're always in my heart'. He will always keep his message!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My little prince... (that's how I called him) had sleep away and in his dreams he's free to go everywhere with his wings that will take him to his true Neverland. A place that he always dreamed of....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qiA72TWfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wGToz9AecE8/s1600/My+Baby+Sleeps.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474866433971411442" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qiA72TWfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wGToz9AecE8/s320/My+Baby+Sleeps.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 235px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Goodbye Michael...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll see you on the other side. I hope everything is good for you and I hope you found everything that you never found here on earth. And when we meet... on the other side.. later... You gotta spend a day, 2 days, 3 days, or maybe forever with me so that I can tell you my feelings. Because a day, 2 days or 3 days would never be enough to tell you how much I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qjr0drp-I/AAAAAAAAADE/7deU8bldVfI/s1600/5734_1210826717001_1418746111_606156_1178827_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474868270235101154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qjr0drp-I/AAAAAAAAADE/7deU8bldVfI/s320/5734_1210826717001_1418746111_606156_1178827_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 256px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MIKE&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733329995828725220-5161945561955217?l=yovashera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/feeds/5161945561955217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2010/05/remembering-true-legend-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/5161945561955217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/5161945561955217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2010/05/remembering-true-legend-michael-jackson.html' title='Remembering the true legend: MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>yova shera sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06534668832619331189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S5zn2y8p42I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GuHkM-v1O6I/S220/04663+ml+(9).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S_qcLmJXq6I/AAAAAAAAACE/RnkDwxq2O5s/s72-c/0001216899-93536L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733329995828725220.post-496610207863590817</id><published>2009-07-30T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T07:32:32.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heal the world</title><content type='html'>There's a lot of sadness in this world&lt;br /&gt;there's no peace anymore, there's no love anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're living in a world of fear. We heard nation hurting each other, a family hurting each other, a neighborhood hurting each other, and the children killing each other.&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE TO STOP !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hatred, prejudice, greed, discrimination, child abuse and fanaticism are happen in every place all over the world with no exception. People just look into the difference they have but never try to look into their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised we really have dogs nowadays or maybe another animals which can keep in our house because they're different. It's amazing how you can accept the dog in your house but you can't accept someone because of their race, their religions, their color or what they have in them.&lt;br /&gt;how ignorance that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we must save our children and learn so much things from them&lt;br /&gt;what we need to learn from children isn't childish !&lt;br /&gt;being with them connects us to the deepest wisdom of life.&lt;br /&gt;Because I realize that many of our world's problems today from the inner-city crime to the  large-scale wars and terrorism and our overcrowded prisons are a result of the fact that children have had their childhood stolen from them. The magic, the wonder, the mystery and the innocence of a child's heart are the seeds of creativity that will heal the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today we have to stand together all around the world to remake the planet into a heaven of joy, understanding and goodness. No one should have to suffer especially our children !&lt;br /&gt;these children are a reminder of the preciousness of all life.. especially young lives untouched by hatred, prejudice, and greed. Now when our world is so confused with its problems, we need our children more than ever. Because without them, we're nothing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that u should know that the wounded world can be heal only by our hands.&lt;br /&gt;no more dicrimination, differences, pains, violence, and tears&lt;br /&gt;we must stand together holding hands as one&lt;br /&gt;no matter what colors we are, what religion, or what race but the most important is what we have in our hearts..&lt;br /&gt;we have to stop living in fear, we have to stop the prejudice, we have  to stop the hating.&lt;br /&gt;because there's still one hope. Without hope, we're LOST !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733329995828725220-496610207863590817?l=yovashera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/feeds/496610207863590817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2009/07/heal-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/496610207863590817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/496610207863590817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2009/07/heal-world.html' title='heal the world'/><author><name>yova shera sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06534668832619331189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S5zn2y8p42I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GuHkM-v1O6I/S220/04663+ml+(9).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733329995828725220.post-87968591028393226</id><published>2009-07-01T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:10:00.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone too soon</title><content type='html'>like a comet&lt;br /&gt;blazing 'cross the evening sky&lt;br /&gt;gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;fading in the twinkling of an eye&lt;br /&gt;gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiny and sparkly&lt;br /&gt;and splendidly bright&lt;br /&gt;here one day&lt;br /&gt;gone one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the loss of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;on a cloudy afternoon&lt;br /&gt;gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a castle&lt;br /&gt;built upon a sandy beach&lt;br /&gt;gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a perfect flower&lt;br /&gt;that is just beyond your reach&lt;br /&gt;gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born to amuse, to inspire, to delight&lt;br /&gt;here one day&lt;br /&gt;gone one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a sunset&lt;br /&gt;dying with the rising of the moon&lt;br /&gt;gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace Mike&lt;br /&gt;i'll always love u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733329995828725220-87968591028393226?l=yovashera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/feeds/87968591028393226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-too-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/87968591028393226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/87968591028393226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-too-soon.html' title='Gone too soon'/><author><name>yova shera sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06534668832619331189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S5zn2y8p42I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GuHkM-v1O6I/S220/04663+ml+(9).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733329995828725220.post-1345122335282200067</id><published>2009-06-27T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:28:05.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone too soon</title><content type='html'>i was have a dream. A dream that makes me to always try hard to get what i wanted. i was dream that i can see him face to face, hug him tight with my arms and make jokes with him. but now the dream will be just a dream. it won't happen, coz the man was dead on June, 25th 2009 at the age of 50. And his name's Michael Jackson. i love Michael Jackson when i was kid until now.. he inspired me and makes me learn more about life. He's the best singer ever ! no one can be like him. so many people imitate him, but nobody can be like him. he's the only one singer that have so many talent. but now he's gone. he left his children and his family.. i was dreamed that i can take his hand and spend all my time with him. i don't even have a memory with him.. but whatever it is, he'll always in my heart.. i'll miss him forever. R.I.P Mike !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733329995828725220-1345122335282200067?l=yovashera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/feeds/1345122335282200067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-too-soon_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/1345122335282200067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/1345122335282200067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-too-soon_27.html' title='Gone too soon'/><author><name>yova shera sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06534668832619331189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S5zn2y8p42I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GuHkM-v1O6I/S220/04663+ml+(9).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733329995828725220.post-8986245981090795070</id><published>2009-06-27T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:17:17.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone too soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733329995828725220-8986245981090795070?l=yovashera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/feeds/8986245981090795070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-too-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/8986245981090795070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/8986245981090795070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-too-soon.html' title='Gone too soon'/><author><name>yova shera sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06534668832619331189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S5zn2y8p42I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GuHkM-v1O6I/S220/04663+ml+(9).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3733329995828725220.post-6561316289016038218</id><published>2009-06-26T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:01:06.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to my web</title><content type='html'>hei ! Welcome to my website .. you can find out all about me here .&lt;br /&gt;i'm ordinary girl that love my self. i'm 17 now, but on September i'll be 18.&lt;br /&gt;i live with my mom in Medan because my parents has divorced so they're not live in the same house. even though i live with my mom's house, but i often go to my father's house. it's not too fat from my house.&lt;br /&gt;i just finished my school and i'm trying to enter an government university now, and i really hope i can enter there  :) . please pray for me .&lt;br /&gt;i never think about all problems that came to me. i never care about it. i just let it go !&lt;br /&gt;life's experience makes me learn so much. i can be more adult.&lt;br /&gt;i always wanna do everything i want to. chase after boys, go out with my friends, and sometimes i go to the club with all my best. i can forget all bad things in my head with dancing, singging, and do something that make me busy. i think i'm a lucky girl. even though my parents has divorced but i never feel sad or disappoint. because i got love from my parents, brothers, and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what ?&lt;br /&gt;artist favorite qu Michael Jackson loh . dy itu slaen cakep, baeg, ramah, &amp;amp; syg ank". ak sk bgt am smw lagui"nya dy, krn lagu"nya dy sllu bs buad ak tnang.&lt;br /&gt;when i have problems or when i feel angry, i always listened to his songs, especially yg judulnya 'You're Not Alone'. it's the best song !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3733329995828725220-6561316289016038218?l=yovashera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/feeds/6561316289016038218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-to-my-web.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/6561316289016038218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3733329995828725220/posts/default/6561316289016038218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yovashera.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-to-my-web.html' title='welcome to my web'/><author><name>yova shera sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06534668832619331189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GOAdary_gw/S5zn2y8p42I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GuHkM-v1O6I/S220/04663+ml+(9).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
