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	<title>Photoblog</title>
	<link>http://photo.amellie.net</link>
	<description>a photoblog of Amalia Sanusi</description>
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		<title>The flower has died&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://photo.amellie.net/2010/07/the-flower-has-died/" title="The flower has died&#8230;"><img src="http://photo.amellie.net/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/img_5852.6qgrfp9bn7s44cc8c48kssg44.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="135" alt="The flower has died&#8230;" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>Here I am. Sitting in my deserted room. Silence has eaten my mind. Tears have been flowing from my eyes. These three lonely days have killed me enough. It has knocked me down. And I am not be able to get up.
I have nowhere to go. I have no one to be with. I have [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://photo.amellie.net/2010/07/the-flower-has-died/</link>
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		<title>The Ultimate Escape</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://photo.amellie.net/2010/07/the-ultimate-escape/" title="The Ultimate Escape"><img src="http://photo.amellie.net/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/dscf0342.c2afs2yshxwscg0kskckwkgco.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="135" alt="The Ultimate Escape" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>For the past 7 years, I have explored and seen the world with no limits. I have been to 3 different continents. I have traveled through big and busy cities, small towns, and old medieval cities. I have met people from different cultures and backgrounds. I have climbed the mountain. I have seen the Alps. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://photo.amellie.net/2010/07/the-ultimate-escape/</link>
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		<title>Hopeless</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://photo.amellie.net/2010/02/hopeless/" title="Hopeless"><img src="http://photo.amellie.net/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/img_30861.7l4flw98aj48gw04wo4sccww4.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="240" alt="Hopeless" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>It hurts.
It really hurts to know that your only shield does not function the way you want it to be. The shelter you rely on suddenly deny you from entering it. The clock stops. The light dims. And all of the sudden, everything turns dark.
I find myself sitting in a dark corner. Anxious. My vision [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://photo.amellie.net/2010/02/hopeless/</link>
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		<title>My Little Brother</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://photo.amellie.net/2010/02/my-little-brother/" title="My Little Brother"><img src="http://photo.amellie.net/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/img_4090.1h2ohj66z01wk00og00k4wcsw.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="240" alt="My Little Brother" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>My brother will turn 15 years old by the end of this month. I can&#8217;t believe that he&#8217;s a teenager now. He has grown up. I do love him to bits. He is my most favorite guy. We used to be very close; we used to be very open to each other. We used to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://photo.amellie.net/2010/02/my-little-brother/</link>
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		<title>Paris</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://photo.amellie.net/2010/02/paris/" title="Paris"><img src="http://photo.amellie.net/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/img_2796.ebtf6df5srkgow0o8gsc40c8c.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="135" alt="Paris" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>For some weird reasons, when I came to Europe for the first time, I wasn&#8217;t very interested to visit Paris. No matter how many times I heard people were saying how beautiful this city was and no matter how many people were dying to visit this city, somehow Paris couldn&#8217;t make it into the top [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://photo.amellie.net/2010/02/paris/</link>
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		<title>Made by a Friend</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://photo.amellie.net/2010/01/made-by-a-friend/" title="Made by a Friend"><img src="http://photo.amellie.net/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/8134_1202495829966_1455698361_556569_1267649_n.32lpy7z76jgggwk0k0w88o840.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="120" alt="Made by a Friend" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>A good friend of mine, Islah, made this picture on the day of my 24th birthday months ago. Hahaha. I don&#8217;t want to be overly narcissistic, but I found this picture as I was browsing through my tagged photos on Facebook.
But anyway, thanks again Islah for making this picture (and SIX other pictures he especially [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://photo.amellie.net/2010/01/made-by-a-friend/</link>
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		<title>A Story of My Bestfriend</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://photo.amellie.net/2010/01/a-story-of-my-bestfriend/" title="A Story of My Bestfriend"><img src="http://photo.amellie.net/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/cimg2007a.4q6gezpkwxkwwokgg4c0800og.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="135" alt="A Story of My Bestfriend" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>Yesterday was my dear friend Jenny&#8217;s birthday. And I want to dedicate today&#8217;s post to her.
I came to Brisbane at the end of February 2004 and I was provided with an accommodation at a student dorm, called The Lodge &#8212; only two minutes from my college campus. I lived in the second floor girls-only area. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://photo.amellie.net/2010/01/a-story-of-my-bestfriend/</link>
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		<title>Beautiful Spring</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://photo.amellie.net/2010/01/beautiful-spring/" title="Beautiful Spring"><img src="http://photo.amellie.net/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/keukenhof182.46jvtstgnxgkkc4ggw000k4og.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="120" alt="Beautiful Spring" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>Spring is definitely my favorite season. I love to see trees and flowers blossomed. I love to see them blooming into beautiful and colorful plants. And as the spring is about to conclude, these colorful flowers and leaves fall into the ground, creating a beautiful effect!
And that&#8217;s why I can&#8217;t wait to welcome the season [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://photo.amellie.net/2010/01/beautiful-spring/</link>
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		<title>Fly Higher</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://photo.amellie.net/2010/01/fly-higher/" title="Fly Higher"><img src="http://photo.amellie.net/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/img_0794f.3s12g0stcc4kc0okc0ck0c0s4.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="240" alt="Fly Higher" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>I thought to myself: this was it! This was the thing I had been waiting for. This was what I had been wanting to have. Dreams started to pour in. Hopes started to become real. Wishes started to become promising. Pessimism started to make a U-turn into optimism.
And suddenly, I saw the future. The future [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://photo.amellie.net/2010/01/fly-higher/</link>
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		<title>A Card from Jenny</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://photo.amellie.net/2010/01/a-card-from-jenny/" title="A Card from Jenny"><img src="http://photo.amellie.net/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/img_4280a.9oe5ef29nv8cgck8kkswcswww.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="279" alt="A Card from Jenny" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>A close friend of mine, Jenny, sent me this lovely card from Japan, a country where she currently worked. I was so happy to receive this card from her! I was even happier to read her letter:
Dear Amalia,
Hey sexy [this is a nickname she gave for me   ], I miss having a girl [...]]]></description>
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