<?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-4156118250096927350</id><updated>2011-09-29T01:42:07.713+07:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='weather'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='puapala'/><category term='words fields'/><category term='Jakarta'/><category term='daily-ooo'/><category term='family'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='high school'/><category term='Moody-doggy'/><category term='review-ing'/><category term='monologue'/><category term='love swings'/><category term='miscelanneous'/><category term='xi ipa f'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='blahblah'/><title type='text'>The Swinging Balloons</title><subtitle type='html'>Look up, grab your balloon, and let it swings you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-466691658836391599</id><published>2011-08-19T01:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T02:00:00.509+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've posted this somewhere else actually, but still want to post it here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Benar atau salah itu relatif. Tergantung dari sudut pandang mana. Tergantung punya pengetahuan seluas apa, se-&lt;em&gt;update&lt;/em&gt; apa. Tergantung kemampuan pikiran untuk menyimpulkan. Tergantung kecenderungan individual. Tergantung kepribadian masing-masing. Tergantung posisi yang dijabat. Dan banyak 'tergantung' lainnya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kadang benar atau salah juga tidak penting, mengutarakan pendapat toh tidak dilarang.  Ada kalanya yang salah akan tetap bertahan pada poin yang dipegangnya. Bukan keras kepala, tapi mempertahankan diri. Bukan tidak mungkin seseorang kesulitan berdiri.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yang tampak kuat bukannya tak pernah rapuh. Yang tidak punya basis pertahanan butuh pertolongan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Benar atau salah bukan poin perbandingan. &lt;em&gt;Look deeper. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be lying if I say it doesn't hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-466691658836391599?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/466691658836391599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=466691658836391599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/466691658836391599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/466691658836391599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-posted-this-somewhere-else-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-5231631837808883708</id><published>2011-01-01T20:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:41:57.814+07:00</updated><title type='text'>18th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Almost forget to post about my 18th birthday... and it's almost a month ago lol. To make things short, I'll just say it was really sweet. I got four birthday cakes, and it's really more than enough. The first one was from my brother, a tiiiiiny slice of cake (but still, it's a cake) given to me at midnight. I was sleeping and he barged in, it was embarassing cause he also brought his friends along. It was really surprising to be surprised by someone like him but anyway, I got to thank him. The second one is from my family, a blueberry cheesecake, my favorite. I got another cake the next day, this time from my friends at FMUI, a blackforrest. Remembering that I have only known them for about four months, I think it was really kind of them, giving me surprise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the last one, though not given the last but I prefer to tell you this the last as it worth a special place, was an oreo cheesecake from my boyfriend. I was really mad at him some moment before his sudden appearance in my house, because he did not seem to pay a deal of attention to my birthday, and in our case, our second anniversary. But suddenly he appeared, along with some of my beloved friends, surprising me to death. I was convinced that he was in Bandung at the moment so it was really really out of my prediction. Got to thank Niken, Nasya, Nindya and Santi too :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately that day had ended, just like the year 2010 and this post. Happy New Year, and... see you later on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-5231631837808883708?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/5231631837808883708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=5231631837808883708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5231631837808883708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5231631837808883708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2011/01/18th.html' title='18th'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-1590249472340967354</id><published>2010-12-26T09:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T09:23:47.949+07:00</updated><title type='text'>H-E-L-L-O!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, hello. It's been a reallllly long time. I'm currently being kept busy by college life, and I have that other tempting blog site too, so there happened a super long hiatus of me writing here. But then just some minutes ago, I got the urge to write here again, even though I don't know what to write. Okay, here goes.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently in a long-distance relationship with my boyfriend. Distance...is really a pain in the ass. There are times I wished I could lean on his shoulder and whine as much as I want for the stressful new life in the university. Well technology helps, in many ways, but it's not enough. And there are also times when we both were too tired or too busy to even send some texts or make some calls. However, we're getting through it, fortunately :) I hang on to these words as I face this distance....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/TRalc59M9EI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bAFCZb6Bhbk/s400/distance.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554809106420528194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This got to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://leilockheart.me"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We've been together for two years last December 11th, and I hope I'm still going to count for the upcoming years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;~(._.~)(~._.)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well. I guess that's all for now, gonna text later! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-1590249472340967354?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/1590249472340967354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=1590249472340967354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1590249472340967354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1590249472340967354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2010/12/h-e-l-l-o.html' title='H-E-L-L-O!'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/TRalc59M9EI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bAFCZb6Bhbk/s72-c/distance.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-8757679077356487535</id><published>2010-06-03T11:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:27:17.301+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>This Morning</title><content type='html'>This morning, I had done my prayer, cleaned my room and tidied it up, swept the house, washed the dishes, cooked (although it was some mere plain fried eggs), helped my little sister took her bath and put on her uniforms, taken my own bath and done my breakfast, uploaded yesterday photos to facebook, and even posted something to this blog, finally :")&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm gonna meet my boyfriend soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel good, and alive, yes. Have a nice day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-8757679077356487535?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/8757679077356487535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=8757679077356487535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8757679077356487535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8757679077356487535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-morning.html' title='This Morning'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2336053409559527752</id><published>2010-06-01T08:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:55:58.380+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscelanneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How do you know when you’re in love with someone? Is it when he’s the first thing that comes into your mind when you wake up and the last thing that you think of before you go to sleep? Or is it when your heart melts every time he looks into your eyes? The truth is, the signs come in a thousand different ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When you’re having a really bad day and hearing his voice on the phone just makes it all go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When all you want to do is listen to him talk passionately about his plans for the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you would sacrifice your shopping time just to cheer him up on the field.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When a mention of his name makes you miss him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When all you want to do is staying up and taking care of him when he’s sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When your face glows every time you meet him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When even the way he laughs and eats and sleeps fascinate you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you realize you can finish each other’s sentences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you can recognize his perfume from miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you laugh when he laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you love seeing the reflection of yourself in his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you can’t stop smiling every time people talk about the two of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you remember him in your prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you feel that he’s the only one who can understand you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When everything that makes him happy will make you happy, no matter how hurtful it is inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you’re often torn between your own egocentricity and your feelings for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you’re really mad at him but all you want to do is cry on his shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;When you can’t help glancing at him every other second as you’re both in the car and he’s seriously watching the traffic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you actually enjoy the moment when he’s teasing you eventhough you’re pissed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When you dreams of yourself being married to him with kids. When you want to be the woman who makes him coffee and puts on his tie every morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you’re seriously reconsidering the relocation because it means leaving him as you move to another country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you find his boyish whining attitude is endearing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you find his snoring endearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; When you have your own nickname for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When every time his name pops up in your inbox you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you gladly wipes his sweat as he changes your flat tire.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When you find his singing entertaining eventhough he can’t carry a tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;When you forget when was the last time his name doesn’t cross your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you can remember perfectly the sound of his funny laugh, his fake laugh, and his amused laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When he’s the only face you want to be on your 500 bucks Anya Hindmarch be-a-bag.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you would stay awake just to watch him sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you’re seriously thinking of getting a tattoo of his name on your left hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When he makes you happy and makes you cry at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;When you want him to always be your ‘imam’ when you’re praying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you’re glad that you can be helpless sometimes because it means you can rely on his strong arms to help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When being with him makes you want to be a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When everything could go wrong in the world and it’s okay, because he’s there, with you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;taken from Ferinda's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://partiningrum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xenon Flash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4156118250096927350-2336053409559527752?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2336053409559527752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2336053409559527752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2336053409559527752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2336053409559527752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-do-you-know-when-youre-in-love-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-189666210175872073</id><published>2010-05-09T07:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T07:10:15.565+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Finally.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/S-X8kjvLu6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/IsPi2Ozc5vo/s1600/simak.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/S-X8kjvLu6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/IsPi2Ozc5vo/s400/simak.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469055027509967778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;......subhanallah, still can't believe somehow. Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-189666210175872073?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/189666210175872073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=189666210175872073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/189666210175872073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/189666210175872073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html' title='Finally.....'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/S-X8kjvLu6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/IsPi2Ozc5vo/s72-c/simak.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-7601943524093696820</id><published>2010-04-02T19:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:51:53.462+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moody-doggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>Under the Bottom</title><content type='html'>Arguing about things waste your time. If you still have your mind for determining which one is right or which one is wrong, you'll end up running all your time out without you noticing. The point is not right or wrong, true or false. The idea is not &lt;i&gt;what you think&lt;/i&gt;, but what you feel on the opposite party. The fact is that there exists someone out there who is affected by your actions, either right or wrong. And that &lt;b&gt;they do feel pain&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-7601943524093696820?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/7601943524093696820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=7601943524093696820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7601943524093696820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7601943524093696820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2010/04/under-bottom.html' title='Under the Bottom'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-22643170883491608</id><published>2010-02-28T10:49:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:22:22.716+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>For The Day To Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/S4nvGBFmQ1I/AAAAAAAAANU/5cQtZ5abxwo/s1600-h/bouquet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/S4nvGBFmQ1I/AAAAAAAAANU/5cQtZ5abxwo/s400/bouquet1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443144511304123218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/view?feat=tags&amp;amp;psc=G&amp;amp;filter=1&amp;amp;tags=wedding#5146241871854647810"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's for having a person who is willing to accept everything in you and wait patiently to hear you say, "I'm home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-22643170883491608?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/22643170883491608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=22643170883491608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/22643170883491608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/22643170883491608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-day-to-come.html' title='For The Day To Come'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/S4nvGBFmQ1I/AAAAAAAAANU/5cQtZ5abxwo/s72-c/bouquet1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-761798279262265888</id><published>2010-02-22T18:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:45:56.480+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>What I Did During Indonesian Test</title><content type='html'>The things I like about this world&lt;br /&gt;are how there exist a huge number of words&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be spoken&lt;br /&gt;or to be written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how there are billion ways&lt;br /&gt;to extend and deviate the meaning that each word bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how there are different ways to hear&lt;br /&gt;a same word here just by judging the way they appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that I do stop myself from any other thing sometimes&lt;br /&gt;just to think how to make this rhymes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;RLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-761798279262265888?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/761798279262265888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=761798279262265888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/761798279262265888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/761798279262265888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-did-during-indonesian-try-out.html' title='What I Did During Indonesian Test'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6533061641029462098</id><published>2010-02-07T10:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:01:05.162+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a hard time. The time when the rest of the future rely on. The time when a  hell lots of effort have to be given. When sacrificing some fun is necessarry. When killing other unimportant desires to pursue one so-called dream is the only thing you think you should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think that this hard time will be over soon? Do you really think you will acquire a lifetime goal by throwing your true self away? Do you really think it is fair to you, or even to other people around you? Do you think you can reach that enormous achievement of yours while forgetting your already-in-hand treasure? Or do you, actually, think that what you already have right now is not that valuable compared to what you're going to get? Do you really think it is just one of the sacrifices that you should give away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not think that I'm against all the fighting. I'm with you. But, open your eyes. Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6533061641029462098?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6533061641029462098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6533061641029462098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6533061641029462098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6533061641029462098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-hard-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-3371964886599039965</id><published>2010-02-05T14:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:28:36.810+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen Pieces of Crappy Things</title><content type='html'>I make excuses.&lt;br /&gt;I tell lies.&lt;br /&gt;I procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;I hate organized things.&lt;br /&gt;But when I have them organized, I hate it when they fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I wish to be.&lt;br /&gt;I am green with envy.&lt;br /&gt;I get annoyed easily.&lt;br /&gt;I hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I ever really wish to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be just fine with myself, but I'm not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to depend on others and the fact I still do.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in a wake-eat-bath-study-eat-study-eat-bath-study-sleep cycle that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be able to stop studying without any guilty feelings haunting me after.&lt;br /&gt;I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;I do want to be sick right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-3371964886599039965?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/3371964886599039965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=3371964886599039965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3371964886599039965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3371964886599039965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2010/02/seventeen-pieces-of-crappy-things.html' title='Seventeen Pieces of Crappy Things'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-1138427929128834473</id><published>2010-01-23T20:54:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:19:33.679+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's like walking blindfolded, with someone with soft voice keeps telling you to keep going no matter what. And you're too helpless you have no other choice than trusting. You were thinking of giving up sometimes, but your hope of brightness is the only thread you're hanging onto. You know more than any other that the only thing you should never given up is this tiny hope in your palms. You can't live without it, you can only wish that that hope will not wither even in winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/S1sESvf_uxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NpqAl8KRlEQ/s400/winter+tree.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429938495760087826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...but I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know right now you can't tell,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But stay a while and maybe than you'll see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a different side of me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know right now you don't care&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and how I used to be, me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Matchbox Twenty - Unwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-1138427929128834473?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/1138427929128834473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=1138427929128834473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1138427929128834473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1138427929128834473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-like-walking-blindfolded-with.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/S1sESvf_uxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NpqAl8KRlEQ/s72-c/winter+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-5865089436116677880</id><published>2010-01-10T19:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:24:26.154+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><title type='text'>Call Me Unreasonable</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you don't need reasons for your actions. You do things merely because you feel like doing it. You love someone or something simply because you love them. You hate things because they're not your liking. It's as simple as that. Reasons are important, but not in every single bit of life. Rather than seeking for the reason, appreciating is much, much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-5865089436116677880?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/5865089436116677880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=5865089436116677880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5865089436116677880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5865089436116677880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2010/01/call-me-unreasonable.html' title='Call Me Unreasonable'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-7039920477364566404</id><published>2010-01-02T06:56:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:22:20.867+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><title type='text'>What will you do?</title><content type='html'>So, another year has passed. I got to admit that eventhough I've gone through 17 new-years until this time, and I do understand that there's nothing 'happy' in new year, I'll still say, happy new year! That's really a hypocrisy, but whatever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mind celebrating new year and I love it, in some ways. I have a friend come over my house and we killed the time by watching movie and do some girly quality talk. But still, the inevitable fact about new year is that another year of your lifetime is taken away. And there's no way in hell you could take them back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think about your time? What is the price of your second? A second passed so fast you wouldn't notice that it had already gone. &lt;i&gt;Tick&lt;/i&gt;. Look, another second has gone again. And we don't think we're affected by those passing seconds. They don't really matter, do they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then wait until your plenty of seconds had been cut to almost nothing. You'll remember your unsatisfied desires; your dreams and wishes that you still had not reached; your family, friends, and lovers who you had not given adequate love yet. &lt;i&gt;Tick&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;tick&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;tick&lt;/i&gt;. You're panic then, you're afraid that you'll lose your time again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what will you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While you think............ &lt;i&gt;Tick&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-7039920477364566404?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/7039920477364566404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=7039920477364566404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7039920477364566404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7039920477364566404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-will-you-do.html' title='What will you do?'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-5638394227971112157</id><published>2009-12-31T14:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:33:55.462+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moody-doggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>you'd waste your time if you read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;greetings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the thing about today is that this is the last day of 2009. this post will be another piece of trash, but whatever, I just don't have any other thing to do. yes it's new year eve, but I'm stuck here with nothing to do. so let me just hurt your eyes with some pointless words.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the thing about ending this year is, doesn't it feel sad? a bit, at least? 2009 to me is a whole 365 days full with enormous things, vary from the monstrous to the tiniest ones. to recall them one by one is not a thing normal human can do. I'm still normal at much points I suppose, so I won't recall them, not one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just now I'm trying to acces my so-called memories of 2009, my brain millions of scenes I'd passed. honestly, some of them were really ridiculous, yet precious and meaningful. to many people my days would be really ordinary, but to me, they were really really important. priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay honestly i don't know what else should i be typing and i know this post has really no point but forgive me, i really need to do something before my head explode out of boredom. gonna kick some pillow. bye for now, wish you a happy new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-5638394227971112157?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/5638394227971112157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=5638394227971112157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5638394227971112157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5638394227971112157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/12/youd-waste-your-time-if-you-read.html' title='you&apos;d waste your time if you read'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-79204920901962458</id><published>2009-12-25T11:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:17:48.074+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscelanneous'/><title type='text'>I am a gorgeous cheerleader with a nice smile. I punched Taylor Swift because I'm a pimp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You've opened it!&lt;br /&gt;You will have bad luck for four weeks!&lt;br /&gt;But, if you re-post this,&lt;br /&gt;You will get kissed by your crush on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Re post as "I am a ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color of shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Red: Silly.&lt;br /&gt;Brown: Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Green: Gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue: Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;White: Muscular.&lt;br /&gt;Aqua: Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow: Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Purple: Little TOO happy.&lt;br /&gt;Black/don't remember: EMO.&lt;br /&gt;Orange: Funny.&lt;br /&gt;Gray: Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Pink: Preppy.&lt;br /&gt;Light pink: Sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;Multicolored: Tree- hugging.&lt;br /&gt;Other: Hot.&lt;br /&gt;None: Sexy beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of pants are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Skirt/Skort: llama.&lt;br /&gt;Corduroy: Cage fighter.&lt;br /&gt;Skinny jeans: Pothead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shorts: Cheerleader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripped Jeans: Skater.&lt;br /&gt;Cammo: Hillbilly.&lt;br /&gt;Jean short shorts: Whore.&lt;br /&gt;Jeans: Prep.&lt;br /&gt;Cargo: Clown.&lt;br /&gt;Sweats/basketball shorts: Gangster.&lt;br /&gt;Booty shorts: Bum.&lt;br /&gt;Pajama Pants: Slut.&lt;br /&gt;Checkered: Taco lover.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing: Mother banger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your NATURAL hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown: With a hot boyfriend/ girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Auburn: With a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Red: With a hot butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Black: With a nice smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty blond: With a hot body.&lt;br /&gt;Brown: With beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Blond: That flirts too much.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry blond: That is to much to handle.&lt;br /&gt;Light brown: With amazing eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You opened it, now you have to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;Or something very bad will happen to your loved one.&lt;br /&gt;READY SET GO!!&lt;br /&gt;Pick The Month You Were Born In:&lt;br /&gt;1. (jan) - I ran over.&lt;br /&gt;2. (Feb) - I kicked.&lt;br /&gt;3. (Mar)- I slapped.&lt;br /&gt;4. (Apr) - I injured.&lt;br /&gt;5. (May) - I ran shirtless with.&lt;br /&gt;6. (June) - I modeled with.&lt;br /&gt;7. (July) - I smoked with.&lt;br /&gt;8. (Aug) - I ran with.&lt;br /&gt;9. (Sept) - I kissed.&lt;br /&gt;10. (Oct) - I robbed.&lt;br /&gt;11. (Nov) - I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12. (Dec) - I punched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;1. Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lil Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;3. Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;4. Zac efron.&lt;br /&gt;5. Nick Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;6. Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;7. Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;8. Miley Cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;10. Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11. Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;br /&gt;13. Soulja Boy.&lt;br /&gt;14. Lil' Mama.&lt;br /&gt;15. Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;16. Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;17. Ryan Sheckler.&lt;br /&gt;18. Big Foot.&lt;br /&gt;19. Randy Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;20. Mariah Carey.&lt;br /&gt;21. Colby O'donis.&lt;br /&gt;22. The Black Eyed Peas.&lt;br /&gt;23. Simon Cowell.&lt;br /&gt;24. Flava Flav.&lt;br /&gt;25. Chris Brown.&lt;br /&gt;26. The Cookie Monster.&lt;br /&gt;27. Akon.&lt;br /&gt;28. Barney the Dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;29. Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;30. Ronald McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;31. Jenifer Green wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:&lt;br /&gt;None: Because I'm SEXY like that.&lt;br /&gt;Black: Because I love weed.&lt;br /&gt;Pink: Because I'm crazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;Turquoise: ​Because I like to snort cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;Brown: Because gummy bears raped me.&lt;br /&gt;Polka Dots: Because I'm a tranny.&lt;br /&gt;Purple: Because I'm gay.&lt;br /&gt;Grey: Because I like shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow: Because I'm retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Green: Because I'm a pimp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange: Because I'm a mental retard.&lt;br /&gt;Red: Because I love sex.&lt;br /&gt;Blue: Because I have AMAZING boobs.&lt;br /&gt;Tye dye: Because I'm a fucking scuba diver.&lt;br /&gt;Graphic: Because that LOSER stole my taco.&lt;br /&gt;Coral: Because a dolphin took my baby.&lt;br /&gt;White: Because i have a great body.&lt;br /&gt;Neony: That's just how I roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-79204920901962458?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/79204920901962458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=79204920901962458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/79204920901962458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/79204920901962458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-gorgeous-cheerleader-with-nice.html' title='I am a gorgeous cheerleader with a nice smile. I punched Taylor Swift because I&apos;m a pimp.'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-7731922182930070523</id><published>2009-12-25T10:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T10:37:25.427+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>She Was Mine</title><content type='html'>So I hopped on a train&lt;div&gt;Three in the afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know when I'm coming back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I hope it's soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See I'd never thought, never thought that I'd leave your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only physically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now that you'll be on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty four hours at a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause in my eyes you were mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;No matter where you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I won't be very far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Cause in my head I'll be right there where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Cause love has no distance baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Love, love has no distance baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;No, not when it comes to you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See she wrote me this letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Said the weather wasn't better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she said that she's doing fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna see you face to face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what she wrote to me that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I knew it was all a sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wrote back with this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promise it won't be too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna make up for all our lost time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause in my eyes you were mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;No matter where you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I won't be very far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Cause in my head I'll be right there where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Cause love has no distance baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Love, love has no distance baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;No, not when it comes to you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm looking through this boxes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life's gone off track&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause it's been three years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She hasn't written back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's still mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it sounds stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be waiting this long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm still in love and I know I'm not wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;No matter where you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I won't be very far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Cause in my head I'll be right there where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Cause love has no distance baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Love, love has no distance baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;No, not when it comes to you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She Was Mine by A.J. Rafael feat. Jesse Barrera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;~&lt;i&gt;I know this lyric is somehow cheesy but whocares, I love it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4156118250096927350-7731922182930070523?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/7731922182930070523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=7731922182930070523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7731922182930070523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7731922182930070523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/12/she-was-mine.html' title='She Was Mine'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-4462893007352382980</id><published>2009-12-25T06:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:11:16.851+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>Could you differ?</title><content type='html'>When you were learning how to ride a bicycle, you'll ask a person to place a good grip on your bike, so that &lt;i&gt;you won't fall&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;The first time you were learning how to walk, you'd like someone to watch your back, so when &lt;i&gt;you're about to fall&lt;/i&gt;, that someone will catch you, will leave you no harm, you're safe and sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that you've grown up, things changed a bit. You'll walk, yes, this time without anyone get a hold on you or to catch you when you fall. But in this path you're walking, you'll eventually find a person, a certain person, who will help you to stand once again &lt;i&gt;everytime you fall&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-4462893007352382980?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/4462893007352382980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=4462893007352382980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4462893007352382980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4462893007352382980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/12/could-you-differ.html' title='Could you differ?'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-1908350983935556224</id><published>2009-12-22T10:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:55:22.757+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>ingin ditemukan</title><content type='html'>"sedang apa?"&lt;div&gt;"mencari orang."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"orang siapa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"si pasangan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"mengapa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"karena setiap orang yang hilang ingin ditemukan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;RLA, 221209. 10:33 a.m.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-1908350983935556224?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/1908350983935556224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=1908350983935556224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1908350983935556224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1908350983935556224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/12/ingin-ditemukan.html' title='ingin ditemukan'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6048665851947274545</id><published>2009-12-14T07:11:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:22:50.802+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>The Hundredth, 17th, and the First.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m not gonna say “sorry for the lack updates” again, since that phrase seem had become quite famous in many posts of mine and in other blogs of others too. I opened this blog, now and then, but just stuck in the middle not knowing what to write. But now I have something I'd regret if I don't tell. Here I welcome you to the hundredth post of my blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are reasons why I keep postponing typing the words here. First of all, being a 12th grader is not an easy task, it keeps me from doing my routines which I love most like posting something to this blog, or even go surfing. Surfing the cyber world, I mean. The whole homeworks, tasks, exams, and also try outs are giving me a very severe and torturing pain in the ass, to the point where I originally think that I can’t do these kinds of things anymore. I still managed to watch some movies and DVDs though, thank God those watchings are able to keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my family and I moved into a new house. This moving doesn’t make a huge impact though, you need less than 5 minutes to reach my new house from the old one. Actually I hate moving. It’s silly how you need to unload your stuffs from your cupboard, your table, your bookshelves and other places, then you pack them into boxes, and you carry the boxes all the way to your new house, then after you arrive you need to get your things out of the boxes again, and lastly, you need to reload your shelves and cupboards and table with the appropriate things again. Isn’t that a hell lot tasks to do?  Not to mention moving the furniture. So that is also my reason of not posting, I’m really, really exhausted. I even caught flu from the number of dusts I inhale. The only thing I love from moving to this house is that my room is pretty. And I love it so much.  I’ll describe it later, cause I’ve got a bigger things, more important issue –at least for me- that I’d like to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 17 years old now, yeaaay! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m getting older and my lifespan is getting shorter but 17 is still 17. Like a birthday will always be a birthday. Someone doesn’t turn into 17 everyday, right? So based on that logic, I’d like to reserve my right to enjoy this day. The turning-seventeen thing actually doesn’t make any big impact on me. I’m not different than the person I was yesterday, though in some points, I’m improving. But this improval doesn’t really happen the second I’m a year older, it took place somewhere in the year I’m passing. It’s not like the things in games like Pokemon or whatelse in which when you reach a level, you’ll evolve. Our life is much more greater than games, put in account that every single thing we do evolves us in ways we might never noticed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharing about the birthday event, God grants my wish to enjoy the day with every fraction of the second in it. To be honest, I knew that there'll be something someone gonna give to me. To be more exact, I was expecting a surprise. I know that's sad and many of you would think things like, "Oh you expecting a gift, or whatever? Poor you." But let me say that this is just normal. Why couldn't you expect something special on your special day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, let's continue. Judging the clues that have been given here and there, I know that my expectancy was not wrong. You know, the surprise thing and sort of. But I really don’t expect seven friends and a boyfriend of mine would show up in my room in the middle of the night while I was fast asleep. They are Edwin, Fandy, Astra, Pretet, Nindya, Syiki, Santi and Niken. They barged in to my room and woke me up by singing Happy Birthday. This was the thing I didn’t grasp a foresight. There are this huge board showing photos of my friends greeting happy birthday, and they were scrapped in a book too, not to mention the musical box and blueberry cheesecake. To sum it up, if you ask me a question goes like, “what do you think about today?” then I’ll answer, “Today is my day. It is totally sweet.”&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the evidences of the midnight surprise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SyWD0OmgjFI/AAAAAAAAALw/4OjzvPA-RFE/s400/111209.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414879060278938706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;The best cake brought by the best man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SyWD0V5Y-8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/WlvDhYm8wbQ/s400/111209-01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414879062237182914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me opening the gift. It is a musical box with the tiny bear inside spinning when you open it. Oh I know my hair looked weird.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SyWD1XCc2aI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0fVt6uSIqaQ/s400/111209-03.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414879079723489698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the board with the photos. Thanks for the greetings, all! :)))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SyWD02YM5WI/AAAAAAAAAMA/00RK5CNXZ4s/s400/11209-02.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414879070956348770" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the surpriser and the surprisee ;p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;More words for December 11th 2009, it is me and my boyfriend first anniversary :---)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We’ve been passed through all the rough times, so let’s just forget them and continue on, shall we? You’re so great that I’m so grateful to have you. Happy 1st anniversary boy, te amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4156118250096927350-6048665851947274545?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6048665851947274545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6048665851947274545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6048665851947274545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6048665851947274545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/12/hundredth-17th-and-first.html' title='The Hundredth, 17th, and the First.'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SyWD0OmgjFI/AAAAAAAAALw/4OjzvPA-RFE/s72-c/111209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-15210979795493795</id><published>2009-10-21T23:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:49:32.361+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscelanneous'/><title type='text'>Ten To One</title><content type='html'>Ten Things I Wish I Could Say to People&lt;br /&gt;1. "I'm living at that green apartment by my own now, feel free to visit!"&lt;br /&gt;2. "I could help you but I just don't want to. Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;3. "Hey I got 100 for Physics! What, you got 20? Work harder then."&lt;br /&gt;4. "Your poses in photos are unexceptionally disgusting."&lt;br /&gt;5. "That's your prob, not mine."&lt;br /&gt;6. "I got my novel published, let me treat you. What would you like?"&lt;br /&gt;7. "You're talking bullshit."&lt;br /&gt;8. "I hate you."&lt;br /&gt;9. "I just bought this car with my first salary. I still save some for you, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;10. "I just want to see you, I may say nothing. Are you still willing to come? Oh that's great. Okay, see you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine things about myself&lt;br /&gt;1. I love multitasking.&lt;br /&gt;2. I tend to forget clicking the send button after I finished typing the message.&lt;br /&gt;3. I had not taken a bath consecutively for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate corn, but I love popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;5. I need a cup of tea every morning.&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't mind going out by myself.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love playing with words, especially the one that rhymes. Eventhough their meanings have nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;8. I want my first child to be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;9. I got really pissed when I got my plan severed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight ways to win my heart&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing me my favourite song.&lt;br /&gt;2. Keen on music or sport or other hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;3. Give me surprises.&lt;br /&gt;4. Find out things about me no one else knows.&lt;br /&gt;5. Be expressive.&lt;br /&gt;6. Love kids.&lt;br /&gt;7. Got his family as his first priority, even above me.&lt;br /&gt;8. Spontaneously decide random things when going out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that cross my mind a lot:&lt;br /&gt;1. The upcoming tests&lt;br /&gt;2. My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;3. My bedroom-going-to-be&lt;br /&gt;4. My health&lt;br /&gt;5. Twitter and blogspot&lt;br /&gt;6. Messages in my inbox and sent items. Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;7. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six things I do before I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;1. Salat al 'Isha.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wash my face.&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen to the best lullaby cd I've ever bought. Contains nature sounds like rain and waves and others.&lt;br /&gt;4. Turn the lights off.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pray and recite some parts of Quran soundlessly.&lt;br /&gt;6. Close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five places I want to visit&lt;br /&gt;1. London.&lt;br /&gt;2. Japan.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Leaning Tower.&lt;br /&gt;4. Somewhere snowy.&lt;br /&gt;5. My grandpa's grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I'm wearing right now&lt;br /&gt;1. Nearly white tee.&lt;br /&gt;2. Red shorts.&lt;br /&gt;3. Blanket.&lt;br /&gt;4. Undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three bands that I listen to often (Currently)&lt;br /&gt;1. The Script.&lt;br /&gt;2. Copeland.&lt;br /&gt;3. Secondhand Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things I want to do before I die&lt;br /&gt;1. Attend my youngest daughter's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;2. Live in a house with my kind and loving husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One confession&lt;br /&gt;1. I have no liking towards TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copied from Nunu's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-15210979795493795?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/15210979795493795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=15210979795493795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/15210979795493795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/15210979795493795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/10/ten-things-i-wish-i-could-say-to-people.html' title='Ten To One'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-4431470471490727821</id><published>2009-10-16T08:26:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T06:12:54.548+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>Sunflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/StfTFKYGnWI/AAAAAAAAALo/BfvxgbZ33BY/s1600-h/sunflower+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/StfTFKYGnWI/AAAAAAAAALo/BfvxgbZ33BY/s400/sunflower+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393011164437716322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;a sunflower will always gaze towards the sun with neither hate nor regret&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it will continue to look up with a smile, even through strong wind and heavy rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;patiently bearing the pain, while waiting for the sun to shine once again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but the sunflower has never felt, or will it ever feel, any regret.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;credit: www.lookthatflowers.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-4431470471490727821?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/4431470471490727821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=4431470471490727821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4431470471490727821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4431470471490727821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/10/sun-flower-will-always-gaze-towards-sun.html' title='Sunflower'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/StfTFKYGnWI/AAAAAAAAALo/BfvxgbZ33BY/s72-c/sunflower+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-1902843882488182289</id><published>2009-10-12T15:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:32:50.217+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>The Rest of Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/StLpQquABuI/AAAAAAAAALg/ZvbWqM-SSGM/s1600-h/when+harry+met+sally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/StLpQquABuI/AAAAAAAAALg/ZvbWqM-SSGM/s400/when+harry+met+sally.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391628176470312674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-When Harry Met Sally&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-1902843882488182289?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/1902843882488182289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=1902843882488182289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1902843882488182289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1902843882488182289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/10/rest-of-your-life.html' title='The Rest of Your Life'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/StLpQquABuI/AAAAAAAAALg/ZvbWqM-SSGM/s72-c/when+harry+met+sally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-5303152045600645193</id><published>2009-10-10T14:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:25:47.262+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>A Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I might be a hypocrite, to take the words I've said back. I might be so low, to shallow back all the things I've said and done. I might sound like a liar, said something at the first seconds then after that I said that I didn't mean it to be like that. I might be one asshole, judging here and there without thoroughly knowing. I might be stupid, to not hold on my own conscience. I might be the spoiled brat who seems to haven't been satisfied by anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; I just can't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How can I not love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What do I tell my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When do I not want you here in my arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How does one waltz away from all of the memories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How do I not miss you when you are gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How can I not love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...this is for you.&lt;/span&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/4156118250096927350-5303152045600645193?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/5303152045600645193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=5303152045600645193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5303152045600645193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5303152045600645193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/10/confession.html' title='A Confession'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2200535072216620252</id><published>2009-10-08T13:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:51:17.843+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>What You Have</title><content type='html'>Everything that we have, should be held tight, should be appreciated, should be placed at your best care, at your best concern. Because there'll be someday when they slip away from you, when &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nothing you do could take them back&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;What you have right now are the ones that want to capture your very attention. They'll wish to whisper to your conscience if they could, to thank you when you treat them well. So why hesitate? Why ignoring instead of caring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have much time. Now is all you have, since the past has gone and the future is not yours to see. &lt;b&gt;Appreciate them. Be grateful.&lt;/b&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/4156118250096927350-2200535072216620252?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2200535072216620252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2200535072216620252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2200535072216620252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2200535072216620252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-you-have.html' title='What You Have'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6839722084276384487</id><published>2009-09-30T12:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:15:12.371+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><title type='text'>You and Yourself</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since the last time I did this old habit of mine. The habit's gone since I happened to get my mind in doing something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since ages, I always find it good to let my mind free, from every single other thing. And then, the mind will set its focus to the me myself. I usually spend it looking at the ceiling, or stars if I had the chance. And checking messages in inbox and sent items, just to grasp a scratch of how I response and what are the feedbacks. Or reading the old silly diaries, and sometimes adding other silly text there. And also going back and forth through my memory storage, reviewing everything that my senses had sensed, recalling everything that ever happened to me or the ones that had something to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;It is to remember every step that had brought me to the place I'm standing right now. To remind me that the person I love deeply is my very self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a great thing when you have a time for yourself, and I mean it really is only for you. It's a quality time that rarely occurs, which you are in the center of the other things, where you are the utmost concern. Oh it feels so nice letting your mind peacefully floating along with your imagination, and also smoothly delivering images behind your eyes that no one else can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we feel this world rolls too fast, don't we? Since we were kids we used to think about us and us and us again, but we grew old and sometimes it's just hard to think only about us. There're lots of things stole the attention, and it's time to realize that in this life you can't just selfishly act based on your one and only will, because no one would like it when you talk only about you and yourself. World ask you to care first if you want to be taken care of. Therefore, your time is being sliced and sliced, leaving you only the slightest glimpse to catch yourself. So when you find the time, seize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just to share again. Sorry for being so selfishly talking about me ;p&lt;br /&gt;Take care, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6839722084276384487?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6839722084276384487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6839722084276384487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6839722084276384487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6839722084276384487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-and-yourself.html' title='You and Yourself'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2709383519944146476</id><published>2009-09-27T18:13:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:08:09.551+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moody-doggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Things That  Are Not  Proper</title><content type='html'>Greetings. First of all, eid mubarak, people. Please do forgive my mistakes, and all the harsh words and everything in this blog that might not goes good through your senses. Yea I know it's soooo late but by the way. Better late than never, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to bow my head more and apologize if this writings of mine do nothing but bores you to death cause in my own case, I do bored. haha. Or are there ones that offense you so much? please forgive me for that too, sometimes my fingers type faster than my brain thinks. .....And sorry again for the excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this post, I intend to speak a certain thought, which in times has been swirling in my mind. Due to the rebellious age I'm in, I believe that this would be just a bull typing, so if you don't like it, I recommend you to just skip it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, as a person get into other people, he creates new bonds, which should be taken care of. In any way that person willing to have. Some bonds requires more attention, and responsibilities. For example, you need to pay more attention to your family bond than to your friendship, although both are important to you. The responsibilities you have to bear are also different, whereas creating a family is much more complicated than meeting friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family starts when a man and a woman promised to each other to be together sacredly, seriously, wholeheartedly. Hence, they are bound to the responsibility to take care and love each other. It is then by the will of God that this man and woman given tiny copy(ies) of them, their children. They are now parents, who now have another responsibility, to take care of their children. Even though the children might be troublesome, it's parents duty to pay attention to them, to be with them, to give them happiness to play with. To get this works, they need to work together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is wrong to ignore each other. It is wrong to blame the children. It is wrong to lose trust on each other. It is wrong to say harsh thing, or worse, accuse each other. It is wrong to not listen to the children. It is wrong to let your emotion blew up. It is wrong to dominate the other person. It is wrong to put yourself above the other person, no matter how much &lt;i&gt;'happiness'&lt;/i&gt; you've brought home. It is wrong to not apologize. It is also wrong to ask for an apology, or moreover, beg for it. And it is an absolute mistake to drag everyone to feel guilty towards you --either direct or indirect--, or to make them, by your patience-destroying words, acknowledge your superiority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know parents, we admire you. From head to toe. We are your blood and your flesh, who can't exist without you. We did mistakes, yes, and we sorry for that. We know you've done great jobs, bringing the lights of the world home, and we deliberately grateful for that. Although we might not show... cause we thought our smile and laughter had told you. I don't know whether this would ring bad or what, but for God sake, you are grown-ups so please, can't you grasp the fact that the troubles come in this bond you create is the risk destined to you the second you agree to bear the bond?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...please, don't make us lose the affection towards you. we don't want it to be happening. and thanks for the money, if that's the matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm not going to go against you or against the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...just want to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-2709383519944146476?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2709383519944146476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2709383519944146476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2709383519944146476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2709383519944146476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-that-are-not-proper.html' title='Things That  Are Not  Proper'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6452108092948095386</id><published>2009-09-16T05:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:06:24.910+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><title type='text'>A Memory</title><content type='html'>Human's brain is the best computer ever exist. Name the most sophisticated computer people ever made, none has barely reach the same class as the brain. It has incredible space to save all events ever happen, to record everything ever seen, tasted, heard, touched whatsoever. It is the best storage to every thought, every memory.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a good thing that people could maintain their memories but then there are some memories that feel too troublesome, too hurting, unlikely to be remained. But you need to get what I'm gonna say next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although that memory isn't more than the one that offenses your heart, even it will always hurt your heart, and even for everyone the memory is so painful that it is best to get rid of it forever, you should never run away from it. If you're not running away and you keep on working, then one time you'll be able to appreciate the memory, and grateful that you still have it. It may be hard, but anyone can do it (not running away, I mean) if they believe they can. There is no memory that isn't valuable enough so it's going to be forgotten. God gives you a brain so you could remember, therefore there is no need for you to struggle trying to forget whatever painful memory you have. Believe me, every single memory is priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm talking bull whatsoever, but that is clearly my own opinion. You could tell me yours, people. Be seeing you later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6452108092948095386?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6452108092948095386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6452108092948095386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6452108092948095386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6452108092948095386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/09/memory.html' title='A Memory'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-4337870477756139585</id><published>2009-09-15T07:30:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:08:52.417+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>A Chronology</title><content type='html'>Back then when you were just a little kid, everyone seems bigger, much stronger, capable of things you couldn't do. But this life was your greatest playground. Moreover, there was no game over, wasn't it? This was an endless game. You hop and jump and run all over the place, like this life is created definitely only for you.  There were obstacles on your way, you stumbled and fell. Hence, you had your head face the ground, while the pain in your knee started to sting your eyes.  You then were crying then people started to pay attention towards you. Lending their helping hands to get you quiet and still again, for everyone's composure. Among those hands, you noticed the pair of hands that feel just the best. They were the softest and the warmest, the ones that give you the easy feeling, that everything's gonna be just all right. So you danced your life out, thanking you have other shadows behind you that would always look at you, in case you fell of or something. The days were inevitably sweet. The nightmares were always being ease up by everyone's sweet calming words.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, you're growing up. You begin to notice things. You couldn't do reckless things no more. Everyone's counting on you to take care of yourself, since they have many more things they need to take care. Ah, the world starts to feel so lonely. The shadow following you is only your very own shadow, none other is accompanying. And then you wait. Oh, you find a friend. And here comes another one. Then comes other people willing to accompany you, this was the first time you experience friendship. You begin to smile again, you know that you're not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow you noticed that there is this certain someone among your friends whose existence feel just different to you. The one whose existence welcomes you to a decent new world you'd never dreamt of. The existence, that has much more meaning to you than other people around. It has something to do with your heartbeats, which, getting faster each time you sensed that person. Somewhere in your heart you wish that one person's shadow to follow you. To much extent, that person is the one you'd very like to be with. The wheel of fortune turns around and somehow, you and that person are being together. Lessons you learn this time? &lt;b&gt;They are the sense of belonging, and the art of missing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-4337870477756139585?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/4337870477756139585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=4337870477756139585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4337870477756139585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4337870477756139585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/09/chronology.html' title='A Chronology'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6028470610558300486</id><published>2009-09-07T20:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:28:15.848+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>I should have been studying or doing my homeworks or something else than typing this, but anyhow, I need to let my fingers do something....at least on the keyboard. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Updates? Nothing interesting lately, just other sequences of motonous things. And oh finally I pay more attention to my very own body, after a long time of abandoning. Not really abandoning, though, but that was my mom opinion of the way I'm taking care of myself. So finally, I went to a beauty house or sort of and had the hair treatment which sucks up the money I'd prefer spend on loads of novels. And the doctor adviced me to cut my hair. To a short one. HA! I'm so not doing it. Not in a looooooong time. But my mother insisted in me cutting the hair, so I just kept trying sweeping her off the topic everytime she's going to say something about that. And about the stomachache I always suffer, I kinda get the point of asking the doctor. I mean, the real doctor. Not the doctor in the acupuncture clinic. But well, I still haven't done that. I haven't seen a doctor for a long time, and I wish I don't have too. The doctor should be a woman, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to get going now, or my mom gonna cut the internet off. Off to study (hope so), buh-bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6028470610558300486?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6028470610558300486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6028470610558300486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6028470610558300486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6028470610558300486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/09/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-1052139418095273314</id><published>2009-09-05T10:57:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:59:56.882+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><title type='text'>Changing</title><content type='html'>Don't know what to post here. I have some other stories haven't been told, but well, I don't really want to. hehe. So I ended up make changes here and there to this blog. I changed the banner and also the layout.&lt;div&gt;Feel free to look around, be seeing ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-1052139418095273314?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/1052139418095273314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=1052139418095273314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1052139418095273314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1052139418095273314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/09/changing.html' title='Changing'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-3735099970234108842</id><published>2009-08-31T16:09:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:24:54.387+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscelanneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>7 Reasons Why I Hate Going Out With Mom</title><content type='html'>1. She forces me to go out despite whatever condition I'm being in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She enters every shops. I mean, &lt;b&gt;each&lt;/b&gt;. Even the electrical devices booth while we are actually looking for some clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She says, "Let's take a look at other places, this one ain't so good." The next second, she gets back to that very shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I have an obviously different taste with her, so it does take my patience in buying something when she's around. I mean, how could I take, say, a piece of clothes I really like when my Mom said that it's awfully bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. She keeps doing the job during the day out. We can do multitasks, yes, but not when you're going out with family. You could simply stayed at home. Or office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. And the time problem again. It takes here more than half an hour to decide buying an item.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. She always critisizes the way I'm wearing my outfits. Just please. I'm wearing clothes not for your enjoyment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...but anyway, I do love going out with my Mom. For some other reasons.&lt;/div&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/4156118250096927350-3735099970234108842?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/3735099970234108842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=3735099970234108842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3735099970234108842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3735099970234108842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-reasons-why-i-hate-going-out-with-mom.html' title='7 Reasons Why I Hate Going Out With Mom'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-1835522488408763445</id><published>2009-08-23T08:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T08:53:14.347+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><title type='text'>The Swinging Balloons</title><content type='html'>Made some changes to the banner and the blog's title. I welcome you to The Swinging Balloons: take your balloon and play the swing, because it's life, it's happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-1835522488408763445?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/1835522488408763445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=1835522488408763445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1835522488408763445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1835522488408763445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/08/swinging-balloons.html' title='The Swinging Balloons'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6981879728322921736</id><published>2009-08-22T10:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:42:37.487+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>Wordy</title><content type='html'>It really is no matter for me&lt;br /&gt;to keep repeating words you'd like to hear&lt;br /&gt;If you feel comfortable with words&lt;br /&gt;then I'll be able to say billion words&lt;br /&gt;I do hate doing something useless&lt;br /&gt;but if you like it, it doesn't sound that pointless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RLA,&lt;br /&gt;one time back then in 10th grade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6981879728322921736?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6981879728322921736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6981879728322921736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6981879728322921736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6981879728322921736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordy.html' title='Wordy'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-3687922438980238916</id><published>2009-08-20T06:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:16:45.579+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Missing Link</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Two days before the holy fasting month! I finally finish paying the fasting debts after all.  So I just wanna say, happy fasting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The links of my fellow bloggers are missiiiing -___- Sorry for that folks, I'm going to re-link them all again, but I need time  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-3687922438980238916?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/3687922438980238916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=3687922438980238916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3687922438980238916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3687922438980238916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-link.html' title='Missing Link'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-8526520134124338458</id><published>2009-08-17T13:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:41:30.733+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting for a long time. This writer's block thingy keeps me from posting, I kept typing several sentences and kept clicking the "new post" button but I never get satisfied enough to click the "publish post".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catching up with myself, I'm strengthening myself up. Literally. I'm gonna fight against the very bad stomachache (okay, endometriosis) I always feel during my period. I used to not doing anything (even eating), but from now on I'm trying not to think about it too much. I mean, I'm a third grader and soon I'll be having tests. What if I got sick during the national exam? Yeah, I got to force my body to endure the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a month in the third grade and I feel...... really exhausted. I'm not ready for the so-called studying hard. It's so not me. And I'm still confused about the major I want to take.... Mom and everyone in my family want me to be a doctor, and I do feel like it, but I don't know why, I just can't get my heart to it. Which prevents me from being highly-motivated whatsoever. I'm only motivated to continue my study anywhere far away from that creature my Mom gave birth before me. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh my fingers are itching to type this part. Guess what? Today is August 17th! It's the independence day of my beloved nation and also the day my boyfriend turns 17. ehem. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, have a nice day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-8526520134124338458?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/8526520134124338458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=8526520134124338458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8526520134124338458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8526520134124338458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2859125053974437406</id><published>2009-07-12T08:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:23:24.765+07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-E, XI-F, XII-G</title><content type='html'>The holiday is overrrrrrr. I don't know how to fully express that I hate it. I hate leaving my bed earlier starting from tomorrow. And for today, my last day before school, I have nothing to do to satisfy a bit of my holiday fever. Gosh, if only today never ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the classes I mention at the title of this post are my classes during the three years of my senior high. Pretty cool, right? haha sorry for the boring post anyway. I do bored.&lt;br /&gt;Praying for a fantastic third year, be seeing you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-2859125053974437406?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2859125053974437406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2859125053974437406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2859125053974437406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2859125053974437406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/07/x-e-xi-f-xii-g.html' title='X-E, XI-F, XII-G'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-8608084925555646770</id><published>2009-07-10T06:57:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:51:23.078+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Lost of The Monsters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bangun pagi hari ini dan menyadari ada yang hilang......... Nggak ada kartun anak-anak yang menghiasi layar kaca. Nggak ada celotehan dan bunyi langkah kaki anak-anak yang berlarian mengitari ruangan. Semuanya jadi terlalu.........sepi. wahaha. This was all because the three adorable monsters are having their holiday in my aunt's home far away there in Bogor. Without those three monsters, it feels like the speaker of my house is being turned off. I gotta admit this was a big loss and made me sense a little bit of, well maybe not little, missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, maybe this is the time. Lass and lads, I'm proudly introduced...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Slarho1zpHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MxKhqMY_WkU/s400/Image(376).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356657401190917234" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The three monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;left to right: Faiz, Mili, Azka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let me describe from the oldest to the youngest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Afla Azka Alia (Azka)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As you can see at the picture, she's the one with a bit slanted eyes and straight brownish hair. The picture doesn't tell that she has rabbit-like front teeth. Her bad habit, sucking her thumbs, caused this. In her playing with her younger siblings, she acted as their boss, sometimes sounded too old for her age. Oh and she had some experiences with the doctors' needles. These needles I'm talking about are the real needles, you know, not for injection but for sewing the skin, or scalp. She got her head and also the upper side of her left eye bleed when she was little. At first I dislike her born, from the so-called envy feeling since I was no longer the youngest. But that feeling gradually disappeared, fortunately haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Unlike me, she has some gifts at drawing. For an almost nine-years-old kid, which she will be on July 23rd, she had her way with all sorts of drawing tools, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;from coloured pencils to acrylic paint. She had drawn on canvas too. I'm totally beated. Shapes and colours are so not me, after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faiz Faruqi Fadhillah (Faiz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not wrong if I said this guy is the most monstrous of the three. He was the main source of all noises in our home. Turned to 7 years old last June 6th, he had grown far above his average friends. His hands are as big as mine! His punches and kicks do hurt. He has bad tempered and so he was easily annoyed buy anything. Mom still considering of letting him to a karate class or sort of. Just beware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kamilia Silmi Fariha (Mili)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The youngest of the three, and my favorite. I know it was unfair to treat one of your younger siblings differently, but it can't be helped. She's the kindest, and the most frail. She's being bullied sometimes by the other two haha but everytime she's going to buy things, she spends more for her elder brother and sister than for herself. She inherited my mother's kindness perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back then when she was still few weeks old, an accident happen in my house. An enormous bang occured in my kitchen, happened from the leakage of the gas, while she was sleeping in a room right next to the kitchen. The bang had even flown the airconditioner, it was a miracle it didn't hit her. She slept right under the air conditioner. From then on, her motoric growth slowed down. She didn't talk or move much. We brought her to a therapist, and thanks to her, here we gifted with a chatty girl here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Sla9U8RJBAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2h6gVaD_8R0/s400/Image(270).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356676974276838402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;isn't she adorable? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;now I'm going to enjoy the rare peace and quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;be seeing you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-8608084925555646770?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/8608084925555646770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=8608084925555646770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8608084925555646770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8608084925555646770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-of-monsters.html' title='The Lost of The Monsters'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Slarho1zpHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MxKhqMY_WkU/s72-c/Image(376).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2446630288539527659</id><published>2009-07-09T15:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:25:14.039+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><title type='text'>The Red Liquid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm having too much time lately that I'm gonna post other chains of words here. what am I gonna type here anyway? Let's see, hmm, I'm going to talk about this red thing we carry everywhere, this amazingly constructed liquid which was always on its move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I googled it then, to knew more about this red liquid called blood. And I found these facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two million red blood cells die every second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. And they were about to be reproduced. See, two million isn't few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seven percent of humans body weight is made up of blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. The blood weighs more than even the brain, our central control of activities! Our brain only made up two percent of our body weight anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Each day more than 300 gallons of recycled blood are pumped through the kidneys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. No wonder we need more than 8 cups of water a day. Okay people, if you love your kidneys and you don't want your blood to be dialised by machine, drink mineral water in an adequate amount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;By donating one pint of blood, four lives can be saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Okay I don't know how could a pint of blood save four people in a row, but this was what the scientists had said, so, in much respect, I believe this fact. And uh anyway donating blood is healthy for the donor himself. So why hesitate? Donate your blood pals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;omeone needs blood every two seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Okay, read this sentence, it will take about 5 seconds. While you're reading, two people or more need blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A woman has approximately 4.5 liters of blood, while men have 5.6 liters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Maybe this is one of the reasons why us women always get their moods upside down while having our period. We got less amount of blood than men, but why us spill them like downpour, not men?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your blood takes a really long trip through your body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. If you could streched out all of a human's blood vessels, they would be about 60,000 miles long. That's enough to go around the world twice. And I've never been around the world for even once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A newborn baby has about one cup of blood in his body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Is that the reason newborn babies looked so pale and frail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Donating blood only takes an hour of your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; then you can prolong other people's lifespan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is no substitute for human blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. So don't ever spill your blood unless necessary. Our blood is really precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't imagine how could I live if I have no blood, can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-2446630288539527659?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2446630288539527659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2446630288539527659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2446630288539527659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2446630288539527659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-liquid.html' title='The Red Liquid'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2569404088181431829</id><published>2009-07-08T09:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:41:32.133+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review-ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Rally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another finally, after a long and seemed-forever 10 days, I met my boyfriend at the eleventh day from out last meeting, that was yesterday. I'd been missing him sooooo much I felt like pinching his cheek til it goes red hahaha. And so, we--or me myself, actually-- decided to watch movies in a day. Well all we watched were just Inkheart and Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, &lt;b&gt;Inkheart&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SlQc_O4Iw9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/0n-un45Vapk/s400/inkheart.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355937729501250514" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The string that pulls me into this film is that I've read the novel, I'd mentioned it in my &lt;a href="http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/books.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;. Unluckily, I lost my interest to this film since it was well, boring. Maybe it's because I'd read the novel before so I knew the exact story which was shortened and manipulated there, from hundreds of pages into a series of moving pictures that lasted for about 1 hour and 50 minutes. And the sound effect isn't good. It's bad, honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, this movie scores 3 out of 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, &lt;b&gt;Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SlQc_HHRphI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cXXuWOHVwZ8/s400/ice+age3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355937727417263634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like all sequel of Ice Age, this one is hilarious, and ridiculous, I should say. While Manny and Elly are going to have their baby--Manny became a freak father-going-to-be who ran through hills and valley everytime Elly said the baby's moving, Diego keeps thinking that he doesn't fit anymore in that friendly environment, thinking that it kills his natural instinct of hunting preys and sort of. He decided to leave. On the other hand, Sid the Sloth accidentally fell into a hole in the ice and found three eggs, which were, obviously, Dinosaur's eggs. He kept them instead of leave them there, disobeying Manny's advice. Things turned out upside down there, an angry Dinosaur raged out of the hole searching for her eggs which had turned into three baby dinosaurs. The three babies had believed that Sid was their Mom, and so the Momma Dinosaur bring all the four back into her nest under the ice, in the area where dinosaurs still exist. From here on, Diego (joined the team back from seeing Sid helpless), Manny, the pregnant Elly, the possum twins went under the ice, searching for Sid. New characters here were Buck, a weasel which acted as the rescue team's guide, and Rudy, the evil dino, which was their most dangerous enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This film ranks 9 of 10. Go watch this film folks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm going to tell one stupid thing I did experience yesterday. I fell asleep while my boyfriend was riding me home on his motorcycle. Am I not stupid? I might fall off or something! Thank God I stayed alive and still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh quick update, I changed a bit of my blog template. I didn't say I like it, I just chose colors randomly out of boredom that I barely notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, that's all for now. See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-2569404088181431829?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2569404088181431829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2569404088181431829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2569404088181431829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2569404088181431829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-finally-after-long-and-seemed.html' title='Rally'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SlQc_O4Iw9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/0n-un45Vapk/s72-c/inkheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2219856498953924608</id><published>2009-07-06T08:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:56:08.682+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puapala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Long time no see folks, sorry for not updating. The first thing I wanna say is, I'm finally hoooooooome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;These days that had been passed were all exhausting. I got my body worked exceed its limit since 27th of June til yesterday, July the fifth. I was spending my holiday, and it's extremely tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I went to Singapore from June 27th until July 1st. Mom transformed immediately to a monstrous shopping bug there and I ended up as a porter. Thank people who had invented trolley, I could avoid breaking my arms. We had just spent the first day there when all of a sudden my Mom suggested to go to Malaysia, by train. I refused at first but she said that she had some business to do there so I had no choice. The journey was so long and tiring and killing my sense of living. The journey (back and forth) spent a total 16 hours. We only spent a day there, so could you imagine how tiring it was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We spent the rest days in Singapore. I was trying my best to keep myself healthy since I still have loads to do as soon as I got home, preparing myself for the Puapala special occasion, Diklat, which was dated 2-5 of July. Our return plane to Jakarta supposed to arrive at the airport at July 1st, 9.30 p.m, but turned out to arrive an hour later. Shitty, I haven't packed my backpack yet and I needed sleep badly but I couldn't. It ruined my whole plan. I got home at 1 a.m. Then I pack my things as fast as I could, since I had to meet my friends at half five (although I got dispensation, to meet them at 7, which I did haha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The things that happened between 2-5 of July were the story I can't tell well, since I have this short term memory haha to put it short, the days there were definitely able to make me unable to wake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That's all for now, ciaoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-2219856498953924608?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2219856498953924608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2219856498953924608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2219856498953924608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2219856498953924608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-3680940388789258942</id><published>2009-06-13T21:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:27:28.963+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Needles</title><content type='html'>Since three months ago, the stomachache I usually feel during the first day(s) of my period is sooooooo torturing. Since then, my Mom forced me to make friends with um........ needles. I was forced to go to the acupuncture clinic, routinely. It was not good, really. I just don't get its function until now. The pain I felt growing even more frustrating. I can't eat even if I'm so badly starving. If I eat, I will puke in no longer than 5 minutes after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in brief, the acupuncture thingy doesn't work. I don't know for sure though, my Mom said that in need time(s) but I just can't stand it Mom, it has to show me a sign of succes in healing me unless I won't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selanjutnya gue akan menggunakan bahasa indonesia. haha&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, setelah akupunktur, ibunda nampaknya tidak jera dan menyodorkan pengobatan yang setipe dengan akupunktur kepada saya. Pengobatan ini, yang menurut saya dapat dikategorikan sebagai penyiksaan, memang lebih ekstrim daripada akupunktur itu. Penyiksaan ini disebut bekam. Metode penyiksaan ini adalah dengan membuka pori2 daerah tertentu di tubuh dan mengeluarkan darah kotor (yang tidak mengandung oksigen) dari pori2 tubuh tersebut. Dengan penyiksaan ini, punggung saya sukses berubah menjadi saringan. Periiiiiiiiiih bgt. Ya, namanya juga luka. Mengingat buruknya diagnosa penyakit yg diberikan dokter kepada saya, saya hanya bisa pasrah mengikuti segala prosedur pelancaran darah dan hormon sebagaimana disebutkan oleh si mbak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasilnya? Sekarang, mandipun sudah sulit untuk saya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-3680940388789258942?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/3680940388789258942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=3680940388789258942' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3680940388789258942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3680940388789258942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/06/needles.html' title='Needles'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-8622778448841282958</id><published>2009-06-09T05:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:06:03.762+07:00</updated><title type='text'>In certain way</title><content type='html'>"What doesn't kill you will make you stronger"&lt;br /&gt;That quote is really really right. I experienced it myself. About a week ago I was given a problem, which drown me to the very bottom of my life, since I never stand a family problem. My own big brother got my nerves. I'll just say that not prioritating your family is a very big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to Santi's home, she's a bestfriend of mine. I said to my Mom that I'm going to learn chemistry there, so she allowed me to--although she didn't believe me at first and decided to drive me there. Well actually I just want to take my PDL (Pakaian Dinas Lapangan), but since there'll be my boyfriend too, I decided to stay longer hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before last night I really lost my grip of myself, eventhough I didn't feel sad or gloomy anymore, sometimes I just felt this unease feeling swirling in my stomach. But then in Santi's house I got that feeling off me. I told her everything that bothers me and she acted percisely like I want her to. We spend minutes cursing my older sibling--I bet his ears got itch. I didn't care about the number of sins I'll be having from cursing someone older behind his back, it's worth it. I feel like I had screamed my mind out. We stopped talking when Edwin came though, but that didn't matter. I had finished cursing every single thing about my brother hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me believe that every human, not just me, have enough strength to endure every pain, have enough ability to solve every problem, have enough joy to ease the sadness, if only they believed. Cause God loves us, in certain way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-8622778448841282958?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/8622778448841282958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=8622778448841282958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8622778448841282958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8622778448841282958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-certain-way.html' title='In certain way'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-391813266952912683</id><published>2009-06-08T10:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:31:34.013+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Scores Updates</title><content type='html'>At last, the school exams had ended! Oh sorry for the late post, I really intend to update this blog of mine but I'm lacking of idea of what to write recently--I kept deleting words I had typed since they didn't really describe what I want to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should thank God of giving me quite a luck in doing the exams, my scores dazzled me. Although they aren't so good, but they're far above my expectations. Some of the scores haven't been told yet. So far only Biology who turns me down. Here is the list of my scores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Matematika&lt;br /&gt;estimasi nilai: 76.67&lt;br /&gt;nilai: 90&lt;br /&gt;komentar: THANK GOD. IT'S A MIRACLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pkn&lt;br /&gt;estimasi nilai: 80&lt;br /&gt;nilai: (nggak remed)&lt;br /&gt;komentar: nilainya nggak dikasih tau, cuma ada keterangan nggak remed aja. Alhamdulillah deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Agama&lt;br /&gt;estimasi nilai: 70&lt;br /&gt;nilai: (nggak remed)&lt;br /&gt;komentar: Alhamdulillaaaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kimia&lt;br /&gt;estimasi nilai: 70&lt;br /&gt;nilai: 84&lt;br /&gt;komentar: speechless. way too good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bahasa Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;estimasi nilai: remed&lt;br /&gt;nilai: (via sms dari devina) tidak remed&lt;br /&gt;komentar: "sumpah demi apa dev gue ga remed bindo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. TIK&lt;br /&gt;estimasi nilai: pasti nggak remed, gampang bgt&lt;br /&gt;nilai: 91&lt;br /&gt;komentar: biasa aja sih. tapi tetep bersyukur hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Seni&lt;br /&gt;estimasi nilai: 75&lt;br /&gt;nilai: (belom dikasih tau)&lt;br /&gt;komentar: semoga gambar minimalis itu masih bisa dikasih nilai 75 sama Pak Udi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Fisika&lt;br /&gt;estimasi nilai: 60&lt;br /&gt;nilai: (belom dikasih tau)&lt;br /&gt;komentar: semoga nggak remed. tapi nggak mungkin deh kayaknya hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Penjasorkes&lt;br /&gt;estimasi nilai: 70&lt;br /&gt;nilai: 72&lt;br /&gt;komentar: entah remed apa nggak, yang penting bayar 50 ribu setahun hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Biologi&lt;br /&gt;estimasi nilai: 50&lt;br /&gt;nilai: (remed)&lt;br /&gt;komentar: katanya sih mau dikumulasiin sama nilai yang dulu-dulu, semoga aja jadi nggak usah remed amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Jerman&lt;br /&gt;estimasi nilai: 90&lt;br /&gt;nilai: 92&lt;br /&gt;komentar: hamdalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sejarah&lt;br /&gt;estimasi nilai: 50 deh&lt;br /&gt;nilai: (belom dikasih tau)&lt;br /&gt;komentar: soalnya nggak sesuai sama bahan yang dikasih -_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Bahasa Inggris&lt;br /&gt;estimasi nilai: 80 keatas&lt;br /&gt;nilai: (belom dikasih tau)&lt;br /&gt;komentar: semoga estimasi ini nggak terlalu tinggi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-391813266952912683?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/391813266952912683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=391813266952912683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/391813266952912683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/391813266952912683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/06/scores-updates.html' title='Scores Updates'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6909740573279976936</id><published>2009-06-03T17:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:16:41.880+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Stop Crying Your Heart Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold up&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared&lt;br /&gt;You'll never change what's been and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;May your smile shine on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Don't be scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your destiny may keep you warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;all of the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Are fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Just try not to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You'll see them some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Take what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; And be on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; And stop crying your heart out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up (get up)&lt;br /&gt;Come on (come on)&lt;br /&gt;Why're you scared? (I'm not scared)&lt;br /&gt;You'll never change&lt;br /&gt;What's been and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all of the stars&lt;br /&gt;Are fading away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Just try not to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see them some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Take what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And be on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And stop crying your heart out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause all of the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Are fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Just try not to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You'll see them some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Take what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; And be on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; And stop crying your heart out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all of us stars&lt;br /&gt;We're fading away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Just try not to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You'll see us some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Just take what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; And be on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; And stop crying your heart out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Stop crying your heart out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Stop crying your heart out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oasis - Stop Crying Your Heart Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4156118250096927350-6909740573279976936?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6909740573279976936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6909740573279976936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6909740573279976936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6909740573279976936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-crying-your-heart-out.html' title='Stop Crying Your Heart Out'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-8998401971603874960</id><published>2009-05-31T07:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:46:36.323+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moody-doggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>The Sweet Phone Call</title><content type='html'>I really really want to erase yesterday from the calendar of my life, God was letting that horrible thing happened to me and I'd lost much of my strength and patience so.............well, skip that part. But I made it through, helped by this special sweet guy of mine God had created. He called me right away and as soon as I heard his voice I lost my control on my lachrymal gland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 11 p.m. And he accompanied me -by phone- until I got a grip on myself, it had past 2 a.m. I spent more time silent though, forgive me for that please. The call made me feel a kind of speechless thingy but I didn't want to end it. We played truth or truth, and also did a kind of nostalgic conversation, retrieving everything we'd gone through until this very time. It pleased me. Much. How could I thank you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;p.s. I love you. I really really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-8998401971603874960?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/8998401971603874960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=8998401971603874960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8998401971603874960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8998401971603874960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-phone-call.html' title='The Sweet Phone Call'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-454869321392183202</id><published>2009-05-29T00:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:53:30.018+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Love and Friendship</title><content type='html'>Life ends when you stop Dreaming, &lt;br /&gt;Hope ends when you stop Believing, &lt;br /&gt;Love ends when you stop Caring, &lt;br /&gt;And Friendship ends when you stop Sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not me who made those words, and I don't focus on anything specific while copying those statements here. I'm not wise nor poetic, and I admit I did mistakes so many times. All I wanna say is please say what you need to say, unless you want people misunderstand you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-454869321392183202?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/454869321392183202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=454869321392183202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/454869321392183202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/454869321392183202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-love-and-friendship.html' title='Life, Love and Friendship'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6842076546469234875</id><published>2009-05-24T09:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:24:41.518+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><title type='text'>Universe</title><content type='html'>The universe always amazes me, makes me feel so tiny, little, incapable of doing anything, compared to the Creator of this universe I'm living in, God. I'm not going to talk about religion here, it's just I have just realized that I had missed so many things, and I did many things quite ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the big big universe, humans are just... small. The world would still rolling no matter which person died, however important that person was to the world. Take the example Thomas A. Edison, the person who brings light to people's nights, he had invented a great thing, brought great impact to the world, but when he died, people might feel blue for times but then, it's it. World keeps rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I feel the night sometimes offer me many miraculous things to discover.. I tend to wake up in the middle of the night or at an early dawn, see the sky (which was not bright, most covered with the polution), and then I wondered, where was the end of that sky? Would it be some kind of ceiling, so when we somehow climb and climb the sky we could barely touch it? Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; it were ceiling, would it still be a roof at the upper side of it? And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; there were roof, wouldn't it mean there were still another sky upon it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing but still, it's amazing. I wonder what could we find at the end of the sky. Studying the universe is much more difficult than studying another thing, microbe or virus for example. I'm not saying that studying those things are easy, but just grasp this point of view. When we are studying something, we should take a look at the outer first, then we try to understand what's inside, right? But trying to understand the universe is different. We are inside the universe, so we learn it from the inside first, then we try to take a peek out of it. It's harder, right? It's like ant trying to learn human's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planets, the galaxies, the stars, the comet, the moon, the sun. They are what we know so far and there are still lots to discover but just the fact that they truly exist has amazed me, to much extent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6842076546469234875?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6842076546469234875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6842076546469234875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6842076546469234875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6842076546469234875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/universe.html' title='Universe'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2853279883221002633</id><published>2009-05-21T18:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:44:34.074+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><title type='text'>1234</title><content type='html'>Sebenernya post ini adalah post yang nggak penting, gue lagi browsing dan iseng2 buka segala macem (disaat2 gue seharusnya mengerjakan tugas fisika dari mamsus) sampai kembali mengklik pilihan view blog dan melihat blog gue sendiri. Ketika gue mengscroll sidebar nya, gue agak amaze melihat ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/ShU-BogIErI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lHESwytGyrU/s1600-h/1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/ShU-BogIErI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lHESwytGyrU/s400/1234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338241131090547378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;angkanya itu looooooh haha pas banget. anyway thanks for everyone who has viewed my blog, you guys rock hahaha :--D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-2853279883221002633?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2853279883221002633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2853279883221002633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2853279883221002633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2853279883221002633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/1234.html' title='1234'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/ShU-BogIErI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lHESwytGyrU/s72-c/1234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-1404049308860484676</id><published>2009-05-21T10:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:30:35.855+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazyyyyyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Dooooooooooh. I have several tasks to be done but I don't really feel like doing any of them. I realize that I'm way too lazy, but still, I can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams are coming closer, it is going to be held right a week from now, but I've done nothing to overcome the questions. Are there any ways to cure laziness? But then, come to think of it, I know that it was just between your mind and body, whether they want to get rid of things of not. I guess my body still doesn't want to move an inch from this warm and comfortable bed of mine. Or it's just my will that lack of strength. Oh dilligent people out there, bring me to that clear path of yours, ...please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-1404049308860484676?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/1404049308860484676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=1404049308860484676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1404049308860484676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1404049308860484676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/lazyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='Lazyyyyyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-5853836272612832672</id><published>2009-05-17T19:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:00:39.734+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moody-doggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>I really hate to say this, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear big brother&lt;/span&gt;, I really hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that blood is thicker than water, but whatever, you've dried all my patience. I hate it when you leave home, but I dislike it either when you stay. Why, because all you do is make a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mess&lt;/span&gt;, not only in the house's rooms or wherever, but also in my very mind, and soul. You've broken all my imagination of a helping and protecting brother. Worst, I can't even see you as my brother. Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God please forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-5853836272612832672?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/5853836272612832672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=5853836272612832672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5853836272612832672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5853836272612832672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/hatred.html' title='Hatred'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2670494174776597022</id><published>2009-05-17T19:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:27:39.584+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><title type='text'>Built to Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I've looked for love in stranger places,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; but never found someone like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Someone whose smile makes me feel I've been holding back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; and now there's nothing I can't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; 'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; but most of all it's built to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; All of our friends saw from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; So why didn't we believe it too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; Whoa yeah, now look where we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You're in my heart now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; And there's no escaping it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; 'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; but most of all it's built to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; Walking on the hills that night with those fireworks and candlelight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You and I were made to get love right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; 'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; but most of all it's built to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; 'Cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;you are the sun in my universe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; considered the best when we've felt the worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; and most of all it's built to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Built to Last - Melee&lt;/span&gt;&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/4156118250096927350-2670494174776597022?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2670494174776597022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2670494174776597022' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2670494174776597022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2670494174776597022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/built-to-last.html' title='Built to Last'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-4407067661273359422</id><published>2009-05-17T06:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T06:14:27.261+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><title type='text'>Bigger Problem?</title><content type='html'>I really hate when people are saying, "You have no idea of what I'm suffering, my problem is bigger than yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I started thinking about that when a very best friend of mine told me a story, and made my eyes open to this fact. I can't agree more. Called her A. She has always seem strong, laughs here and there, throws jokes around, makes everyone loves her. She is really really great since she never shows any signal of having problems--until she told me of them. Then it's time for her to love her only one, but then it turns out to be that person she loves prefer another girl with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bigger problem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to talk to that guy about this, that you can never tell someone's problem is bigger than the others. It is relative. I mean, just see this mere fact, there is a person who doesn't care how bad is his scores but then there is another person who always feels crazy about it, maybe because this person's parents always make a fuss of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everyone knows this quote, right? that God doesn't give you a problem that you can't solve. See? Each problem designed for each person has specific difficulty according to the person. It's just stupid to say that a person's problem is so tiny, little or unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just end your big show, man. You're not the superhero who knows which person has bigger problem for you to help her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-4407067661273359422?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/4407067661273359422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=4407067661273359422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4407067661273359422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4407067661273359422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/bigger-problem.html' title='Bigger Problem?'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6299682023006378040</id><published>2009-05-14T17:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:36:33.513+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>scribdddddd</title><content type='html'>At the last day of my holiday (which was yesterday), I went nowhere and did nothing interesting... but that was before I opened blogs, and read even to the comment page. Then I found this site to download books, you could click &lt;a href="www.scribd.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You should subscribe on that site before you could download the books.&lt;br /&gt;To me, that site feels like, well maybe just a bit like..........heaven. I download 18 novels right away and still craving for more hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The 18 novels are:&lt;br /&gt;- Midnight Sun by Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;- Magyk by Septimus Heap&lt;br /&gt;- Flyte by Septimus Heap&lt;br /&gt;- Princess Diaries series (only 4 of them) by Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;- Size 12 is Not Fat by Meg Cabot -- unfortunately I can't find the other book: Size 14 is not Fat Either&lt;br /&gt;- Chronicles of Narnia series (the whole 7) by C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;- The Tales of Beedle the Bard by J.K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;- Breakfast at Tiffanys by Truman Capote&lt;br /&gt;- Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooh I really really love that site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6299682023006378040?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6299682023006378040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6299682023006378040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6299682023006378040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6299682023006378040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/scribdddddd.html' title='scribdddddd'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-7733286994330962959</id><published>2009-05-12T03:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T04:06:32.610+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>11 May 2009</title><content type='html'>The day is fun. Oh, it's more than just fun actually. It's wonderful. For me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;At the morning, I did my Puapala thingy, meeting the judges and get the clearance of the payment and whatsoever, and then I went to Plaza Semanggi right in the middle of the pouring rain (which makes me love this day more) to meet my lover haha. I prefer using the transjakarta bus to using taxi, but I didn't bring my umbrella so I forcefully took the taxi instead.&lt;br /&gt;I got there much sooner than him, but I really didn't mind that, I'm accompanied by the books before he came haha.&lt;br /&gt;Actually the day was  simple, nothing too wonderful, just ate and watched a film and walked around together, but it's him that makes everything seems shimmering. Lebaaaaaaaay hahahaha but I really thank God, and Edwin, to gave this day for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-7733286994330962959?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/7733286994330962959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=7733286994330962959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7733286994330962959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7733286994330962959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/11-may-2009.html' title='11 May 2009'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-1332735212098086389</id><published>2009-05-12T03:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:42:10.939+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's for the fifth month, and for my very dear, whose name starts with the fifth letter of the alphabet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SgY5iQA92II/AAAAAAAAAIA/0xRmye2-X_8/s1600-h/ily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SgY5iQA92II/AAAAAAAAAIA/0xRmye2-X_8/s400/ily.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334014069244287106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad drawing, I know haha. Anyway, happy fifth month dear ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-1332735212098086389?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/1332735212098086389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=1332735212098086389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1332735212098086389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1332735212098086389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/5_11.html' title='5'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SgY5iQA92II/AAAAAAAAAIA/0xRmye2-X_8/s72-c/ily.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-7824943514911574900</id><published>2009-05-09T17:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:39:27.592+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moody-doggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>flat</title><content type='html'>It's holiday, but I just feel...... flat. I don't feel like posting something though. I'm just so bored with this home alone thingy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-7824943514911574900?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/7824943514911574900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=7824943514911574900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7824943514911574900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7824943514911574900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/flat.html' title='flat'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-7562932170823790438</id><published>2009-05-08T17:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:02:41.182+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscelanneous'/><title type='text'>50 First Reactions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;blogwalking and got this from &lt;a href="http://nunu-nfl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nunu's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nunu-nfl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called 50 FIRST REACTIONS... Type what comes to your mind FIRST whenever you hear these 50 words. Don't think and don't go back and change. Doesn't matter how random just type it! Re-post it for all of your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beer: sin&lt;br /&gt;2. Food: cake&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationship: edwin&lt;br /&gt;4. Crush: junior high&lt;br /&gt;5. Power Rangers: red&lt;br /&gt;6. Life: tiring&lt;br /&gt;7. The President: SBY&lt;br /&gt;8. Yummy: delicious?&lt;br /&gt;9. Car: kind of vehicle men made&lt;br /&gt;10. Movie: cinema&lt;br /&gt;11. Halloween: jack o' lantern&lt;br /&gt;12. Sex: adult things&lt;br /&gt;13. Religion: islam&lt;br /&gt;14. Hate: tasks. oh and annoying people&lt;br /&gt;15. Fear: bee. and corn haha&lt;br /&gt;16. Marriage: bride and groom&lt;br /&gt;17. Blondes: hair&lt;br /&gt;18. Slippers: sandals&lt;br /&gt;19. Shoes: sneakers&lt;br /&gt;20. Asians: fair complexion?&lt;br /&gt;21. Pastime: childhood&lt;br /&gt;22. One night stand: euh&lt;br /&gt;23. My cell phone: need to get a new one&lt;br /&gt;24. Smoke: a big no&lt;br /&gt;25. Fantasy: dragon! (I want to have one, or be friend with one to be able to ride on his back haha)&lt;br /&gt;27. High school Life: tiring, but well exciting&lt;br /&gt;28. Pyjamas: sleep&lt;br /&gt;29. Stars: yellow - coldplay&lt;br /&gt;30. Center: in the middle?&lt;br /&gt;31. Alcohol: drink&lt;br /&gt;32. The word LOVE: indescribable&lt;br /&gt;33. Friends: mates&lt;br /&gt;34. Money: I need much of it, asap&lt;br /&gt;35. Heartache: ignored&lt;br /&gt;36. Time: need more than 24 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;37. Divorce: celebrities&lt;br /&gt;38. Dogs: not my future pet&lt;br /&gt;39. Undies: novels!&lt;br /&gt;40. Parents: they're going somewhere&lt;br /&gt;41. Babies: wishing to have twins one day&lt;br /&gt;42. Ex: past&lt;br /&gt;43. Song: music&lt;br /&gt;44. Color: green&lt;br /&gt;45. Weddings: sacred&lt;br /&gt;46. Pizza: Deluxe Cheese. at Pizza Hut haha&lt;br /&gt;47. Hangout: spazierengehen (ha)&lt;br /&gt;48. Rest: think nothing&lt;br /&gt;49. Goal : aim?&lt;br /&gt;50. Inspiration: mom's hair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-7562932170823790438?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/7562932170823790438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=7562932170823790438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7562932170823790438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7562932170823790438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/50-first-reactions.html' title='50 First Reactions'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-3184331305871438440</id><published>2009-05-08T17:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:47:28.950+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review-ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Recently</title><content type='html'>Ooooooh I really really into my novels these days (although I am disturbed by the tests teacher given me. I bought two novels recently, one titled "Kau Memanggilku Malaikat", and I can't say more than greaaaaaaaaaaat. It is great, I love the way Mr Arswendo show me an unusual point of view, an angel's mind. It is really worth buying, and it's not expensive, only 37 thousand rupiahs. Cheap, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other novel I bought is another novel by Cornelia Funke, Drachenreiter (baca: drahenraiter) -- Penunggang Naga. I haven't finish reading it yet, it's a fantasy one, I buy it to spill some ice to my brain and relieve my nerves of getting stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh talking about stress, I don't know what happen to me but my hair just keeps falling and falling! I'm so afraid of getting bald, really. I'm not taking it too much, but it really is that bad. If you touch the upper part of my head, you'll only get a touch of thin hair, you may even touch my scalp. Oh I need to get my hair healthy again, somebody help meeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-3184331305871438440?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/3184331305871438440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=3184331305871438440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3184331305871438440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3184331305871438440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/recently.html' title='Recently'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-3733910120482404045</id><published>2009-05-05T05:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:41:53.268+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I may not forget, but I forgive. Because the important point is you, not me. And it is about today, not yesterday. Even though nothing lasts forever, I have my believe that it's great to be together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-3733910120482404045?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/3733910120482404045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=3733910120482404045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3733910120482404045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3733910120482404045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-may-not-forget-but-i-forgive.html' title=''/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-3883687142568029689</id><published>2009-05-02T05:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:54:15.530+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-3883687142568029689?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/3883687142568029689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=3883687142568029689' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3883687142568029689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3883687142568029689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-1087382906241358309</id><published>2009-04-30T17:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:08:57.736+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moody-doggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>F</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hari ini sangat bukan hari saya. Bisa dibilang sangat menyebalkan. Bagian terburuk dari hari ini adalah perjalanan pulang saya dari sekolah. Saya biasa menggunakan bis, tapi karena sakit perut yang tiba-tiba menghadang saya lebih memilih sarana transportasi lain yang bisa sampai pas depan rumah saya, bajaj atau taksi misalnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karena ingin berhemat, saya lebih memilih menggunakan opsi pertama. Bajaj pertama tidak setuju dengan harga yang saya inginkan dan karena saya tidak memaksa, saya membiarkan bajaj itu berlalu. Bajaj kedua awalnya tidak setuju, dan saya tidak memaksa, tapi akhirnya si tukang bajaj mau mengantar saya dengan tawaran harga yang saya berikan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Belum sampai lima belas menit saya menumpang kendaraan itu, si tukang bajaj terus bertanya dimana sih rumah saya, kayak saya tadi nggak ngejelasin aja. Cara menyetir si tukang bajaj semakin parah. Si abang dengan sengaja memilih jalan berlubang, membuat duduk menjadi sakit. Akhirnya saya menyuruh abang itu berhenti karena dia ngedumel terus. Katanya, saya nggak bilang alamatnya sampai daerah itu. Padahal rumah saya masih lebih kesanaan lagi dan saya sudah menjelaskan itu. Saya turun, bayar. Si abang masih ngoceh, katanya saya ngeboongin orang tua, blablabla. Ingin rasanya nyari batu buat nimpuk si abang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Akhirnya, tidak tertarik mencari sarana transportasi lain, saya melanjutkan dengan sarana transportasi paling alami, sehat dan tidak menimbulkan polusi, jalan kaki. Saya pikir dekat, ternyata meski sudah cepat-cepat berjalan, saya baru menginjak lantai rumah sekitar 20 menit kemudian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hikmah: olahraga sore, semoga berat badan bisa turun -_______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-1087382906241358309?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/1087382906241358309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=1087382906241358309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1087382906241358309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1087382906241358309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/f.html' title='F'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2196412873157792475</id><published>2009-04-26T08:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:45:08.011+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moody-doggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>AAAAARGH</title><content type='html'>I NEED MORE HOLIDAAAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-2196412873157792475?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2196412873157792475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2196412873157792475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2196412873157792475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2196412873157792475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/aaaaargh.html' title='AAAAARGH'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6481167014362327442</id><published>2009-04-26T08:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:08:45.112+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscelanneous'/><title type='text'>Personality Disorder</title><content type='html'>I got the personality disorder test while blogwalking, and the result is that I am high at histrionic and narcissistic. I don't find it quite right, though you could get your own results &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6481167014362327442?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6481167014362327442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6481167014362327442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6481167014362327442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6481167014362327442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/personality-disorder.html' title='Personality Disorder'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-8071871768672457112</id><published>2009-04-23T21:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:18:35.667+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscelanneous'/><title type='text'>100 Truths</title><content type='html'>001. Real name ? Rifda Luthfi Afina&lt;br /&gt;002. Like it ? Sure!&lt;br /&gt;003. Nickname(s)? Rifda, Iriph, some even call me Rippi&lt;br /&gt;004. Status ? taken&lt;br /&gt;005. Zodiac sign ? The Archeeeeer&lt;br /&gt;006. Male or female ? Female&lt;br /&gt;007. Elementary ? SDN Kenari 07 wahaha&lt;br /&gt;008. Middle School ? SMPN 216 Jkt&lt;br /&gt;009. High School ? SMA N 8 Jkt&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color ? it supposed to be black, but the sun has burned it, so..&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short ? not too long nor too short&lt;br /&gt;012. Eye color ? brownish&lt;br /&gt;013. Weight ? don't know for sure&lt;br /&gt;014. Height ? well maybe around 160cm&lt;br /&gt;015. Righty or lefty ? righty&lt;br /&gt;016. Loud or Quiet ? both&lt;br /&gt;017. Sweats or Jeans ? Jeans!&lt;br /&gt;018. Phone or Camera ? phone&lt;br /&gt;019. Health freak ? not really&lt;br /&gt;020. Piercings ? only on my ears&lt;br /&gt;021. Do you have a crush on someone ? ya&lt;br /&gt;022. Eat or Drink ? both&lt;br /&gt;023. Purse or Backpack ? backpack! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;024. Tattoos ? nope&lt;br /&gt;025. Do You Like Yourself ? yess&lt;br /&gt;026. Current worry ? homework, parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT:&lt;br /&gt;027. Orange or Apple Juice ? apple&lt;br /&gt;028. Night or Day ? night&lt;br /&gt;029. Sun or Moon ? moon&lt;br /&gt;030. TV or Internet ? Internet&lt;br /&gt;031. PlayStation or XBox? PS&lt;br /&gt;032. Kiss or Hug ? hug&lt;br /&gt;033. Iguana or Turtle ? turtle! (I killed one, though)&lt;br /&gt;034. Spider or Bee ? spider&lt;br /&gt;035. Fall or Spring ? fall&lt;br /&gt;036. Limewire or iTunes ? anyone&lt;br /&gt;037. Soccer or Baseball ? Baseball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;038. First surgery ? -&lt;br /&gt;039. First piercing ? Ears&lt;br /&gt;040. First best friend ? a girl named Meta, where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;041. First Sport ? basketball&lt;br /&gt;042. First award ? academic&lt;br /&gt;043. First crush ? someone in elementary schoool hahahha&lt;br /&gt;044. First pet ? kitten&lt;br /&gt;045. First big vacation ? to mount Gede maybe haha&lt;br /&gt;046. First big birthday ? forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;047. Eating ? nope&lt;br /&gt;048. Drinking ? milk&lt;br /&gt;049. I'm about to ? update my twitter status&lt;br /&gt;050. Listening to ? nope&lt;br /&gt;051. Singing ? Accidentally In Love - Counting Crows&lt;br /&gt;052. Typing ? this post&lt;br /&gt;053. Waiting for ? a message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;054. Want kids ? sure&lt;br /&gt;055. When ? about 10 years later&lt;br /&gt;056. Want to get married? of courseeee&lt;br /&gt;057. When ? 8 or 9 years later&lt;br /&gt;058. Where Do You Want To Live ? anywhere&lt;br /&gt;059. Careers in mind ? doctor, columnist, translater, piano teacher hahaha&lt;br /&gt;060. What Did You Want To Be When You Were Little ? piano teacher&lt;br /&gt;061. Mellow Future Or Wild? just between them&lt;br /&gt;062. Something You Would Never Try ? eat corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH GIRL/BOY?&lt;br /&gt;063. Lips or eyes ? eyes&lt;br /&gt;064. Shorter or taller? taller&lt;br /&gt;065. Romantic or spontaneous ? spontaneously romantic&lt;br /&gt;066. Nice stomach or nice arms ? arms&lt;br /&gt;067. Sensitive or loud? sensitive&lt;br /&gt;068. Hook-up or relationship ? relationship&lt;br /&gt;069. Trouble maker or hesitant ? troublemaker&lt;br /&gt;070. Hugging or Kissing ? hugging&lt;br /&gt;071. Tan Skinned or Light ? whatever, I don't really care about it actually&lt;br /&gt;072. Dark or Light Hair ? daaark&lt;br /&gt;073. Muscular or Normal ? normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;074. Lost glasses/contacts ? nope&lt;br /&gt;075. Ran away from home ? noooo&lt;br /&gt;076. Held a gun/knife for self defense ? no&lt;br /&gt;077. Killed somebody ? no and never&lt;br /&gt;078. Broken someone's heart ? umm, yes I guess haha&lt;br /&gt;079. Been arrested ? no&lt;br /&gt;080. Cried when someone died ? no&lt;br /&gt;081. Kissed A Stranger ? no&lt;br /&gt;082. Climbed Up A Tree ? maybe. I forgot&lt;br /&gt;083. Liked A Friend As More Than A Friend ? yes haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;084. Yourself ? of course&lt;br /&gt;085. Miracles ? well,life itself is a miracle&lt;br /&gt;086. Love at first sight ? not really&lt;br /&gt;087. Heaven ? Yes&lt;br /&gt;088. Santa Claus ? no&lt;br /&gt;089. Kiss on the first date ? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;090. Is there one person you want to be with right now ? yaa&lt;br /&gt;091. Do You Like Someone ? yes&lt;br /&gt;092. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life ? yeah&lt;br /&gt;093. Do you believe in God ? sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;094. Recieved/Sent Text Message ? edwin&lt;br /&gt;095. Received Call ? edwin&lt;br /&gt;096. Call Made ? edwin&lt;br /&gt;097. Comment On MySpace ? don't have&lt;br /&gt;098. Missed Call ? my mom&lt;br /&gt;099. Person You Hung out With ? Puapala 35 dan caang 36&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag : yang baca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-8071871768672457112?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/8071871768672457112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=8071871768672457112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8071871768672457112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8071871768672457112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/100-truths.html' title='100 Truths'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2135163256927548130</id><published>2009-04-22T03:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T03:44:30.145+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Ice Skatiiiiing :--)</title><content type='html'>So far the holiday is really, really greaaaaat :--D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent quite a day with my boy and my friends (Niken, Binar and Avian) yesterday. We decided to meet at half eleven before we go. We went iceskating but the thing exhaust us the most wasn't the skating itself but our journey to go there, and to go back home. Since none of us drive car, we got to use the public transportation. Another problem, we didn't know which vehicle we should choose. The taxy is out of the question, the mall is so far far away and it would be so hell yeah expensive.&lt;br /&gt;At last we took the transjakarta bus and almost get lost, but finally we GOT THERE AT 2 P.M. It really was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skating itself is a real fun for me, since I'd never done that before. But I guess I'm pretty good at it, at least I didn't fall. But I really really envy some kids there who were able to skate in circle, loop and anything. I got to make my child (when I get one later on haha) able to do that. It was really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed, and we went home. I got home at eight and was really tired so I had fallen asleep at half ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wake up at half three, and now is a quarter to four but I can't sleep again -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-2135163256927548130?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2135163256927548130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2135163256927548130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2135163256927548130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2135163256927548130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/ice-skatiiiiing.html' title='Ice Skatiiiiing :--)'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-8526787239165163644</id><published>2009-04-20T07:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:59:13.297+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Under The Same Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SevIPlgoxYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8SEOlnRotq8/s1600-h/Starry+Night+-+Van+Gogh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SevIPlgoxYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8SEOlnRotq8/s400/Starry+Night+-+Van+Gogh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571154388338050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Image: The Starry Night - Vincent Van Gogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Facts that nobody's in your house but you and there's no single tone from your cellphone might make you feel alone, like what I experienced quite a while before. But then all of a sudden I remember you, and your smile. The next second, I feel my facial muscle moving or whatever, creating some curves in my mouth. I realize that wherever we are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;we're still sleeping under the same sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; :--)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-8526787239165163644?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/8526787239165163644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=8526787239165163644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8526787239165163644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8526787239165163644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/under-same-sky.html' title='Under The Same Sky'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SevIPlgoxYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8SEOlnRotq8/s72-c/Starry+Night+-+Van+Gogh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2848969859713273778</id><published>2009-04-19T08:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:59:08.974+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goes Wild</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, April 18 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day with quite bad feeling, waking up from such dream--or nightmare? Well, whatever. I had to go to Senayan yesterday, buat ngelatfis anak orang haha. And I was really really disappointed by those juniors. The number of people who came is only two third from the total number, and the ones that lasted til the very end of the occasion is only one third from the total number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it ended right on 3 p.m. I was so not in the mood of going home, and was really hungry so I decided to have lunch somewhere before going home. So did most of my friends. At last, me, Niken, Binar and Taufan went together for lunch and me and Niken decided to go to Binar's home afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Binar's house we did silly conversations, like:&lt;br /&gt;Binar (B): mungkin ga sih gue ada jerawat di kuping?&lt;br /&gt;Iriph (I): mungkin deh kayaknya. kan bisa di punggung juga&lt;br /&gt;B: aduh ini kuping gue kenapa ya sakit banget sedunia&lt;br /&gt;I: lebay nih binar&lt;br /&gt;B: beneraaaaaan nih coba lo pegang deh&lt;br /&gt;I: eh kok aneh sih rasanya didalem gitu&lt;br /&gt;B: tuh kaaaaaan aduh gimana nih kayak mau mati&lt;br /&gt;Niken (N): apaan sih lo bin lebay banget&lt;br /&gt;B: beneran keeeeeen ini sakit bgt parah coba lo pegang&lt;br /&gt;N: (megang) waduh gawat bin&lt;br /&gt;B: aaa tuh kan beneran kenapa nih kuping gue&lt;br /&gt;I: jangan2 tumor bin&lt;br /&gt;B: (melototin gue gitu deh)&lt;br /&gt;N: iya bin kayaknya udah &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stadion&lt;/span&gt; 4 deh&lt;br /&gt;N: aduh keceplosan&lt;br /&gt;B: aa sumpah lo jahat semua sama gue parah&lt;br /&gt;N: itu gara-gara lo salah masukin kali bin pas pake anting, jadi luka gitu&lt;br /&gt;B: yaoloh masa sih gue gabisa pake anting ken&lt;br /&gt;I: itu daging salah tumbuh kali bin&lt;br /&gt;N: atau &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gigi&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........sometimes our brains know when we need to laugh. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-2848969859713273778?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2848969859713273778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2848969859713273778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2848969859713273778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2848969859713273778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/goes-wild.html' title='Goes Wild'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-5406116234523378945</id><published>2009-04-17T21:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:48:22.481+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>It's my mood condition right now. Going up and down and twisting and circling, like a roller coaster. Sorry for all, I know I hurt many people today. Sorry for the boring post anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-5406116234523378945?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/5406116234523378945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=5406116234523378945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5406116234523378945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5406116234523378945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/roller-coaster.html' title='Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-7111875920103450686</id><published>2009-04-16T22:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:17:15.096+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscelanneous'/><title type='text'>I am 66% mentally ill</title><content type='html'>[ ] You have screamed at an inanimate object for 'hurting you.'&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have run into a glass/screen door.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, and then people gave you weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have run into a tree/bush.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been called a blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subtotal: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You just tried to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star had the same melody.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You just sang them to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have tripped on your own feet.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subtotal: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You type with three fingers or less.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subtotal: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen asleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your 'inside voice'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subtotal: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have eaten a bug accidentally&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subtotal: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have posted bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tilt your head when you're confused.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;[x] The word "um" is used frequently.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't know what "um" means.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You say "what" and "huh" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You plan to use a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subtotal: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, take your total, and multiply it by 3&lt;br /&gt;and re-post as: I am --% Mentally ill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-7111875920103450686?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/7111875920103450686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=7111875920103450686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Gone Forever</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, my grandfather--my grandmother's big brother--passed away. I'm lucky enough to have met him before he died, I paid him a visit (he's already placed in ICU) that morning.&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, I sensed a spooky feeling, didn't know whether it is related or not. He passed away around 7 p.m, less than 12-hours after I met him.&lt;br /&gt;My mom got this call from my grandma and she said nothing more than "Innalillahi," so I figured out what happened easily.&lt;br /&gt;This fact got me thinking, that death is near, and is inevitable. And there's no chance to try to correct your mistakes when death has approached you. I don't think I'm ready to face the death. ....do you think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-8566842522898795776?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/8566842522898795776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=8566842522898795776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8566842522898795776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8566842522898795776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/gone-forever.html' title='Gone Forever'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2376795777990205846</id><published>2009-04-12T14:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:04:18.036+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puapala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>11 April 2009 part II</title><content type='html'>Another interesting thing for this date is that I'm going rafting!&lt;br /&gt;Well it's my second time, but it still rocks me, almost to death.&lt;br /&gt;I fell off the boat and rescued by the rescue team twice. The sun burned me to dark complexion right away but it's still fuuuuuuuuun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-2376795777990205846?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2376795777990205846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2376795777990205846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2376795777990205846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2376795777990205846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/11-april-2009-part-ii.html' title='11 April 2009 part II'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-9072607257035246729</id><published>2009-04-12T13:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:32:33.626+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><title type='text'>11 April 2009 part I</title><content type='html'>Well since it was dated 11, it's me and my boyfriend's fourth month.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I loooove you&lt;/span&gt; :-----)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-9072607257035246729?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/9072607257035246729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=9072607257035246729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/9072607257035246729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/9072607257035246729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/11-april-2009-part-i.html' title='11 April 2009 part I'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-3141695317938274780</id><published>2009-04-10T19:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:02:40.225+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puapala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>After Today</title><content type='html'>No one is in my house me right now, so I'm just sitting in front of my laptop to feel a bit busy. I'm busy at the moment actually, texting and phoning my friends who haven't given me the money which should have been collected by tomorrow for our very own occasion, rafting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ever tasted this rafting thingy quite a year ago but I'm still looking forward to doing it other time(s), since it is really a lot of fun. I just can't wait for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about tomorrow, it's our fourth month, right? I'm so sorry I can't go with you tomorrow.. Anyway, thanks for today Dear, I love you :---)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-3141695317938274780?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/3141695317938274780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=3141695317938274780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3141695317938274780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3141695317938274780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-today.html' title='After Today'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-704679517310981180</id><published>2009-04-10T07:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:51:42.691+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puapala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Holidaaaaaaaaaaay</title><content type='html'>(When you read this, that means I'm successfully typing this post from my cellphone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a four-day-holiday! It's going to be fun, right, but I have these piling homeworks need to be done. But well, who cares anyway? :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the second day of the holiday, and I'm planning to go somewhere with my someone but I haven't got any news from him recently so... yeah, we'll just see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met my friends from Puapala. Actually we need to talk with a specific person I can't mention here about the riddiculous duty this person gave us. Social charity, with punishment(s). Weird, huh? But we didn't talk to her about it anyway, ended up eating together with her at Pizza Hut and talking none.&lt;br /&gt;The 'meeting' ended sooner than I expected so me, Binar, Niken, Malik and Akbar went to Avian's house, to play. We swam and played the coin-searching game and I'm completely lost. The sky had turned dark when we finally decided to go home. I got scolded, but I didn't take it seriously. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now. I'm so tired typing all these letters. Happy holiday all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-704679517310981180?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/704679517310981180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=704679517310981180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/704679517310981180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/704679517310981180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/holidaaaaaaaaaaay.html' title='Holidaaaaaaaaaaay'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-3397443654258856745</id><published>2009-04-06T20:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:46:17.691+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xi ipa f'/><title type='text'>XI IPA F</title><content type='html'>Kelas saya memenangkan kategori best interaksi(apa atraksi? gatau juga deh) dan meraih posisi ketiga pada kegiatan Bazaar Budaya Murid 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Congratulation XI IPA F,&lt;/span&gt; walaupun kondisi stand agak riskan dan penuh improvisasi disana dan disini, usaha kita ngga sia-sia haha lumayanlah juara 3 juga. WE DID IT!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-3397443654258856745?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/3397443654258856745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=3397443654258856745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3397443654258856745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3397443654258856745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/04/xi-ipa-f.html' title='XI IPA F'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-286298552563716077</id><published>2009-03-29T19:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:55:14.621+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>Shoelaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Sc9vSEtlwOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/c62AGW6YATQ/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Sc9vSEtlwOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/c62AGW6YATQ/s400/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318592041241133282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Love is like your shoelaces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It could be tied and make it easy for you to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But it may go untied, create distance between each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;and sometimes makes you fall over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But you can always tie it again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;if you care enough to look down, and bent your knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Rifda L.A&lt;br /&gt;March 29th 2009&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/4156118250096927350-286298552563716077?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/286298552563716077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=286298552563716077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/286298552563716077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/286298552563716077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoelaces.html' title='Shoelaces'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Sc9vSEtlwOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/c62AGW6YATQ/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2830336014557019421</id><published>2009-03-29T08:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:51:41.438+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Dear Father and Mother</title><content type='html'>Dear Father, this post actually should have been posted 6 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mother, this post is also for you.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Sc7TvKN1xLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9M2cY6AiAIk/s1600-h/happy+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Sc7TvKN1xLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9M2cY6AiAIk/s400/happy+birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318421017120851122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-2830336014557019421?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2830336014557019421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2830336014557019421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2830336014557019421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2830336014557019421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-father-and-mother.html' title='Dear Father and Mother'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Sc7TvKN1xLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9M2cY6AiAIk/s72-c/happy+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-1736114921319509436</id><published>2009-03-28T05:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:13:29.497+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Angel's Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Sc1aqvuYxwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bTztbSuSP0Q/s1600-h/kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Sc1aqvuYxwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bTztbSuSP0Q/s400/kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318006425406457602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Angel's Wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;would die for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Lay down my life for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The only thing that means everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'Cause when you're in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me prouder than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than anything I ever could achieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And you make everything that used to seem so big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem to be so small since you arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; On angel's wings, an angelical formation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Angel's wings, like letters in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Now I know no matter what the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Love is the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's written on angel's wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And I often wonder why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone as flawed as I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserves to be as happy as you make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So as the years roll by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'll be there by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you wherever your heart takes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you make everything that used to be so big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem to be so small since you arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; On angel's wings, an angelical formation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Angel's wings, like letters in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Now I know no matter what the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Love is the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's written on angel's wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Now anyone who's felt the touch of heaven in their lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Will know the way I'm feeling, looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; In my baby's eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;That's why I can't bear to be too far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God must love me cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; He sent you to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On angel's wings, an angelical formation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Angel's wings, like letters in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Now I know no matter what the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Love is the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's written on angel's wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Love is the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's written on angel's wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-1736114921319509436?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/1736114921319509436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=1736114921319509436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1736114921319509436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/1736114921319509436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/angels-wings.html' title='Angel&apos;s Wings'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Sc1aqvuYxwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bTztbSuSP0Q/s72-c/kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6958344313049978985</id><published>2009-03-27T20:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:42:41.976+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moody-doggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Fair Bad Worse MuchBetter Worst</title><content type='html'>What's on your mind is something I truly can't grasp. I know that I took it wrong, but you didn't get it right either. I kept thinking, and I decided that I have no right to still mad at you. I've never been able to ignore you completely. I can't have you away. I sent you message(s) and I paid you my attention, so I completely don't know what or why you act that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I can't understand you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6958344313049978985?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6958344313049978985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6958344313049978985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6958344313049978985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6958344313049978985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Fair Bad Worse MuchBetter Worst'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6945369595779311544</id><published>2009-03-22T07:17:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T07:40:04.087+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Ramai ke Sepi</title><content type='html'>Sabtu 21 Maret kemarin ada 4 orang yg gue kenal yg ulang tahun. Dua diantaranya temen sekelas gue, Tara sama Icha. Atas permintaan manusia-manusia tertentu akan sebuah traktiran, akhirnya hari itu dijadikan hari pelampiasan setelah delapan hari menjalani midtes yang dilalui dengan susah payah tetapi tidak menimbulkan hasil yang memuaskan. Karaoke dan makan-makan menjadi pilihan media penyalur kegilaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum ke acara traktiran tersebut, gue, Nasya, Nunu dan Odonk sudah mempersiapkan surprise buat Tara, temen sekelas waktu kelas XE yg cacat itu deh. Dengan kecanggihannya, Nunu dan Odonk membuatkan poster buat Tara yg dengan sangat maksimal membuat Tara tertawa terbahak-bahak. Gue dan temen2 gue tersebut juga membelikan kue buat Tara. Hal ini didukung oleh oknum E yg memberikan sponsor setengah dari harga kue tersebut sehingga jumlah uang yang kami keluarkan ga banyak-banyak amat hahaha. Acara ini dilaksanakan di sekolah, tepatnya di XI IPA A, dihebohkan oleh Prathito yang muncul entah dari mana secara tiba-tiba. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YA TARAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah sukses memberikan surprise buat Tara, gue dan Tara menanti kedatangan Icha ke sekolah, yang akan mengajak kami berkendara ke tempat traktiran wkwkwkwk&lt;br /&gt;Singkat cerita, karaokean sampai suara serak dan makan sampai kekenyangan. Foto-foto menyusul. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YA ICHAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day's almost perfect, well I hope it's perfect for the birthday girls. Cuma gue lagi sendirian di rumah, totally alone, even without the house keepers. Dengan bodohnya saat gue berangkat pagi itu gue mematikan semua lampu rumah jadi ketika gue sampai malam2 the house looked so spooky and creepy, as the darkness engulfed me as soon as I put a step inside. hoaaaaaaaaaa gelap bener dalemnyaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue juga agak syok karena menemukan pagar rumah gue dalam keadaan digembok, padahal gue ga inget menggembok(sumpah kata ini aneh banget kedengerannya) pagar rumah gue tersebut. tambah hoa hoa deh gue. untung gue bawa satu set kunci. jadi bisa masuk deh hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Nyampe dirumah, semua lampu langsung gue nyalain dan gue akhirnya tidur dalam keadaan lampu menyala, diiringi suara penyanyi-penyanyi yang berdendang dari pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still alone at home until right now, and don't know when will the other family members went back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6945369595779311544?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6945369595779311544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6945369595779311544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6945369595779311544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6945369595779311544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/ramai-ke-sepi.html' title='Ramai ke Sepi'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-3611920885473975569</id><published>2009-03-19T17:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:36:18.744+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Kebodohan #2</title><content type='html'>Suatu siang yang terik, Upi(di post sebelumnya diperankan oleh R) bermain di kamar Adi(di post sebelumnya diperankan oleh Z) karena kamarnya yang berantakan tidak menimbulkan hasrat untuk ditempati. Saat itu, Adi sedang berada di lokasi lain di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upi pun menyalakan televisi di kamar Adi yang kerap digunakan untuk memainkan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stasiun Bermain. &lt;/span&gt;Upi merasa bahwa suara yang keluar dari televisi itu terlalu kecil. Karena tidak berhasil menemukan remote, Upi pun menekan tombol penambah suara di bawah layar televisi supaya suara dapat lebih jelas didengar. Volume suara pun bertambah. Tak lama kemudian, karena pikiran anak kecil yang tidak mudah puas, Upi menekan tombol tersebut lagi, sehingga suara yang keluar menjadi lebih kencang. Namun karena terlalu bernafsu menekan tombol, suaranya menjadi terlalu kencang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi: Dek ngapain sih nyetel keras2? (berteriak dari ruang di bawah)&lt;br /&gt;Upi: Iya ini juga mau dikecilin&lt;br /&gt;Adi: Bisa nggak?&lt;br /&gt;Upi: Bisa lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upi menekan tombol pengurang volume suara. Ternyata volumenya malah bertambah. Upi tekan lagi. Suara bertambah kencang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi: Dek kecilin suaranyaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Upi: Ini gimana nggak bisa kecil&lt;br /&gt;Adi: Ah kamu bego nih dek (menaiki tangga menuju kamarnya)&lt;br /&gt;Upi: Yah sekarang gimana dong?&lt;br /&gt;Adi: Pegangin&lt;br /&gt;Upi: Pegangin apaan?&lt;br /&gt;Adi: Pegangin tv nya&lt;br /&gt;Upi: Lah? terus gimana ngecilin suaranya?&lt;br /&gt;Adi: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tutupin lubang speakernya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....cara baru mengecilkan suara TV rusak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-3611920885473975569?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/3611920885473975569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=3611920885473975569' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3611920885473975569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3611920885473975569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/kebodohan-2.html' title='Kebodohan #2'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6047142052021436291</id><published>2009-03-19T06:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:22:53.055+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Kebodohan #1</title><content type='html'>Sepasang anak manusia sebut saja R dan Z terlahir dengan bakat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pintar&lt;/span&gt; yang berlebihan. Mungkin bakat normal mereka masih tertinggal di rahim sang ibu atau bagaimana lah, yang jelas mereka sering bersatu padu menimbulkan kericuhan yang sarat unsur kebodohan.&lt;br /&gt;Z yang lebih tua sekitar 2 tahun dari R selalu memiliki gagasan-gagasan yang bagi R tampak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menarik&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika, R sedang bermain-main ketika Z memanggil.&lt;br /&gt;(TKP: Kamar Bermain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: dek, liat deh&lt;br /&gt;R: apaan?&lt;br /&gt;Z: ini (mengangkat sebuah benda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/ScGAUCLDsLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BzwqnFZLcd0/s1600-h/cicak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/ScGAUCLDsLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BzwqnFZLcd0/s400/cicak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314670116942885042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;R: ih apaan itu&lt;br /&gt;Z: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bedah Yuk!&lt;/span&gt; (dengan muka berbinar dan mata bersinar menyilaukan)&lt;br /&gt;R: (terhipnotis sepertinya) Gimana caranya?&lt;br /&gt;Z: Cari sapu lidi gih dek. Aku bawa ke halaman ya dek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R pun membawakan sapu lidi dan mengikuti kakaknya ke luar rumah.&lt;br /&gt;(TKP: Halaman Rumah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Mana sapu lidinya?&lt;br /&gt;R: Nih (menyodorkan sapu lidi)&lt;br /&gt;Z: Ambil satu lidinya&lt;br /&gt;R: Nih (menyodorkan satu batang lidi)&lt;br /&gt;Z: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tusuk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... dan R pun melakukan percobaan pertamanya membedah makhluk hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6047142052021436291?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6047142052021436291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6047142052021436291' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6047142052021436291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6047142052021436291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/kebodohan-1.html' title='Kebodohan #1'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/ScGAUCLDsLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BzwqnFZLcd0/s72-c/cicak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-7189562292736164512</id><published>2009-03-18T09:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:20:07.559+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscelanneous'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/ScBaF5wcvjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nNmsXpDSgu8/s1600-h/slipped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/ScBaF5wcvjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nNmsXpDSgu8/s400/slipped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314346617747062322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something is missing, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; slipping away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-7189562292736164512?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/7189562292736164512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=7189562292736164512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7189562292736164512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7189562292736164512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/ScBaF5wcvjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nNmsXpDSgu8/s72-c/slipped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-7588062119709128281</id><published>2009-03-15T11:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:59:11.114+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>A girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When a girl was created,&lt;br /&gt;she didn't know with who she will be lifted&lt;br /&gt;When a girl was born,&lt;br /&gt;she couldn't think about even one reason&lt;br /&gt;When a girl was growing up,&lt;br /&gt;she was trying to figure things out&lt;br /&gt;When a girl was smiling,&lt;br /&gt;she was trying to hide everything&lt;br /&gt;When a girl was laughing,&lt;br /&gt;she was trying to escape from something&lt;br /&gt;When a girl was keeping her mouth shut,&lt;br /&gt;she was afraid of something she really doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When a girl was walking away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she was hoping for someone to lead the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl closed her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;she was wishing to have the ability of forgetting minds&lt;br /&gt;When the day turns to night,&lt;br /&gt;there was she sleeping tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rifda L. Afina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 15th 2008&lt;/span&gt;&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/4156118250096927350-7588062119709128281?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/7588062119709128281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=7588062119709128281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7588062119709128281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/7588062119709128281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/girl.html' title='A girl'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-5488504163399275733</id><published>2009-03-15T09:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:21:28.176+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>Princess and The Pauper</title><content type='html'>Times ago, my little sister watched her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barbie&lt;/span&gt; DVD collections and when I happened to play with her I ended up watching the movie with her. The movie was...... childish, and quite full of songs, but I was attracted to a very catchy verse in one of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once a lass met a lad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"You're a gentle one,"&lt;/span&gt; said she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"In my heart, I'd be glad if you love me for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"You said your love is true, and I hope that it will be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I'd be sure if I knew that you love me for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Could I be the one you're seeking? Will I be the one you choose?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Could you tell my heart is speaking? My heart will give you clues."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"What you see might be deceiving, truth lies underneath the skin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Hope will blossom my believing, the heart that lies withing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I'll be yours, together we shall always be as one, if you love me for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Who can say where will go? Who can promise what will be? But I'll stay by your side if you love me for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me for me..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red one is the verse sang by the barbie and the blue one sang by the guy.&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/4156118250096927350-5488504163399275733?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/5488504163399275733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=5488504163399275733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5488504163399275733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/5488504163399275733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/princess-and-pauper.html' title='Princess and The Pauper'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-3237798136605708579</id><published>2009-03-14T16:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:00:18.005+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>Post kali ini cukup dengan bahasa sehari-hari saja karena gue bingung mengungkapkan beberapa kata haha miskin vocab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue mengalami mimpi yang sangat aneh, membuat gue terbangun dengan bingung, mau ketawa apa ketakutan haha. Jadi, karena hari jumat gue bangun pagi banget untuk belajar kimia (yang belakangan gue sesali karena ga guna), sekitar jam 9-10 malam gue sudah terlelap. tidur ga nyenyak karena gue bermimpi bahwa gue memiliki kemampuan membangunkan mayat dan membuat mayat itu berlaku aneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adegan terakhir yang gue saksikan adalah gue entah berada di kuburan atau dimana tapi yang jelas gue duduk di bangku kelas. Lalu ada seseorang yang meminta gue membuktikan kemampuan gue tersebut. Akhirnya gue mengangkat tangan dan seorang (bener ga sih seorang?) mayat melayang dari kuburnya. Untuk membuktikan bahwa gue sanggup membuat mayat itu berlaku sesuai kemauan gue, gue bilang ke sesorang itu, "nanti gue buat dia ngomong." Terus ceritanya gue berkonsentrasi atau apalah gitu dan membuat mayat yang tadi melayang itu berteriak, "COLDPLAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....(terbangun pada pukul 4 pagi dan tidak sanggup berkata-kata)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-3237798136605708579?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/3237798136605708579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=3237798136605708579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3237798136605708579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3237798136605708579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-8839681630278606805</id><published>2009-03-11T17:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:10:52.342+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>The Third Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbeXOxDNS1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKO7TkucVRc/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbeXOxDNS1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKO7TkucVRc/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311880565447543634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Three is a number, a natural number following 2 and preceding 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In China, three is considered the good number.&lt;br /&gt;Some people say, "Third time charms."&lt;br /&gt;The sentence "I love you" consists of three words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today, three is everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today is Wednesday, the third day of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this month is March, the third month of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today is the third eleven of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dedicated to my very best man, whose name consists of three words. Three words for you, happy three months :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4156118250096927350-8839681630278606805?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/8839681630278606805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=8839681630278606805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8839681630278606805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8839681630278606805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/third-eleven.html' title='The Third Eleven'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbeXOxDNS1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKO7TkucVRc/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-8031694171678765710</id><published>2009-03-10T05:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T05:23:21.297+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscelanneous'/><title type='text'>another personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;blogwalking this very morning and found this interesting personality test from &lt;a href="http://makesmewannalala.blogspot.com"&gt;Paper Dreams&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's awesomely right. give it a try &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, people.&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/4156118250096927350-8031694171678765710?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/8031694171678765710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=8031694171678765710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8031694171678765710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8031694171678765710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-personality-test.html' title='another personality test'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6825202476511215254</id><published>2009-03-09T13:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:35:12.546+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Sneezing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbS3SEJZT-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/pMRald-gEMc/s1600-h/sneezing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbS3SEJZT-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/pMRald-gEMc/s400/sneezing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311071381555335138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneezing. This is what I've been doing for days, from last Tuesday. And I just can't stop. The midterm test is right away in front of my nose but I don't feel too well to even study. AAAA why should I be sick at this kind of time? I prefer being sick in school days, you know. Not in a long weekend nor in the time I should have been studying -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I suffer this influenza thing because I got rained quite a few times several days ago. I expect getting sick several days ago, why do I have to be sick now? -_____-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6825202476511215254?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6825202476511215254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6825202476511215254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6825202476511215254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6825202476511215254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/sneezing.html' title='Sneezing'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbS3SEJZT-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/pMRald-gEMc/s72-c/sneezing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6091444599472673569</id><published>2009-03-07T14:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:35:12.145+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review-ing'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>I bought two novels quite recently, the first one titled Tintenherz and the other one is The 5 People You Meet In Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tintenherz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbIjN1b1I9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/omUyrL9cnPo/s1600-h/tintenherz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbIjN1b1I9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/omUyrL9cnPo/s400/tintenherz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310345631212315602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fantasy novel, and, as you can see from the language used in the title, it's written by a Germany, Cornelia Funke. The story is about a man nicknamed Mo who can pull out fictional characters from a book by simply reading it out loud. Things become complicated when he pulled out two antagonist character from a book called Tintenherz. Those two antagonist characters, Capricorn and Basta, asked Mo to pull out other characters or beneficial things like money out of the book, to help them take control of the world. But all actions make reactions. When fictional things are being pulled out of the book, real humans or creatures are like being sucked into the book. Things become even more complicated when his only daughter can also do that.&lt;br /&gt;Tintenherz is the first book of the trilogy, so there are still other two books, Tintenblut and Tintentod, which I haven't read. Tintenherz had been filmed, starring Brendan Fraser.&lt;br /&gt;You can see the trailer &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kDF4qVU6gDY"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This novel scores 9 out of 10, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 5 People You Meet in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbIjNuYGeJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mUobbcQd5ts/s1600-h/the+5+people+you+meet+in+heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbIjNuYGeJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mUobbcQd5ts/s400/the+5+people+you+meet+in+heaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310345629317626002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book is written by Mitch Albom. I can't find any other suitable words for this book. It's perfect. It's like teaching me some morals, but still interesting in many ways. Actually, my liking to this book grows even more bigger because the main character is dead. haha&lt;br /&gt;Two thumbs up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6091444599472673569?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6091444599472673569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6091444599472673569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6091444599472673569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6091444599472673569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbIjN1b1I9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/omUyrL9cnPo/s72-c/tintenherz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-4104091744756263308</id><published>2009-03-07T08:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:23:01.426+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><title type='text'>Onion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbHIvH2jzoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gij__EOrUuU/s1600-h/onion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbHIvH2jzoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gij__EOrUuU/s400/onion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310246147533819522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- Carl Sandburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement is..... right. Life is exactly like that. Every time I do any actions, I grasp other facts about this life, other truth, or maybe lies, anything. Sometimes things in life go wrong, and I feel like the more I know, the more I feel sad. Sometimes weeping can make it feel more at ease. If only I can weep when I want to.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeping is the process of shedding tears. Many people weep when they feel sad. But then, it's not only sadness triggers the tears to fall down. Most likely, people weep when they need to find any way to stabilize their emotion. It doesn't mean that the emotion is not stable, but the emotion is pumping up, so they need any way to, mm maybe exhale it? Me myself, almost can't weep when I feel sad. Instead, I feel like weeping when I am so angry, or mad, or when I find, see or experience something touching.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I really want to weep. But I guess my ability of weeping is escaping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... may this Saturday be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-4104091744756263308?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/4104091744756263308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=4104091744756263308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4104091744756263308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4104091744756263308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/onion.html' title='Onion'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/SbHIvH2jzoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gij__EOrUuU/s72-c/onion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-8433476141608197113</id><published>2009-03-05T08:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:00:43.538+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moody-doggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>colongan nge post di komputer sekolah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm in a really really bad mood today, everything's not right just from the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;today is my little sister's birthday but bad me, I haven't congratulate her for it, I even haven't see her this morning because of the very sucks new regulation of the school hour, which starts at 6.30. since there are no dispensation, I have to go to school earlier, my little sister hasn't woke up yet. I missed the cake and everything. suckssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the headmaster of the school is really sucks, doesn't know anything about the school and isn't really into the school but he acts like he controls everything. he might don't know who's the smartest student, I'm quite sure about that. if you don't know anything, why should you angry? a schoolmate records a video of him saying bad words, I really really want to see that video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;over all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so bad today. and maybe yesterday too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-8433476141608197113?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/8433476141608197113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=8433476141608197113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8433476141608197113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8433476141608197113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/colongan-nge-post-di-komputer-sekolah.html' title='colongan nge post di komputer sekolah'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-8999624281093571918</id><published>2009-03-01T18:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:49:51.617+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscelanneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>Silver Lion and Shimmering Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found this interesting page to check your personality while browsing people's blogs. My result is.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308182592064139490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Sapz8YrlMOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fb5_yLk0lpU/s400/silver+lion.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silver Lion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are Silver Lion, who tend to be proud and dignified, and have an atmosphere of sweet woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But you also have a nervous and sensitive personality, and will not get too involved in things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are extremely proud, and lead life in extreme hurry without stopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your sphere of activity covers great area, and because of your smart activity, people around you will respect you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You value reality, and will not get in a danger of following unfinished dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can work effortlessly, and possess strength to endure loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You lack natural instinct to see through peoples feelings, and therefore are consciously and deliberately acting to be good hearted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You may become little nagging at times, and when your favor is turned down, you get hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You don't possess great ambition that you feel need to achieve even by sacrificing something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Therefore, you don't go into adventure, and will lead steady and sound life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are smart and can make good decisions, but unfortunately, you lack feminine sweetness and soft atmosphere of a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After marriage you try to lead steady and economic way of life, and will be a good wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But you will be dominant over your husband, and therefore may be a good idea to have a career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;euhh. I dont really agree with that. click &lt;a href="http://world.doubutsu-uranai.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to get your own, fellas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, I have a really great Sunday, how's yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-8999624281093571918?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/8999624281093571918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=8999624281093571918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8999624281093571918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/8999624281093571918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/03/silver-lion-and-shimmering-sunday.html' title='Silver Lion and Shimmering Sunday'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXU_M0U6nMM/Sapz8YrlMOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fb5_yLk0lpU/s72-c/silver+lion.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-2431090303512477562</id><published>2009-02-28T06:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:35:37.290+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily-ooo'/><title type='text'>short story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Yesterday a friend of mine told me a short story which she has just experienced in a bookstore. The story is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was accompanying my little sister who was searching for a book of exercises for the upcoming national exam (for junior high school). While she was searching, there was a girl, quite the same age with my little sister, wearing big sandals that not suitable with her and quite dirty outfit, holding a baby which looks like her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so contrast, while my little sister was being confused of choosing the book, that girl was, obviously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; the exercises. My mother then asked the girl, 'Which book you want? Let me buy it for you.' But the girl kept refusing, even though my mother kept repeating the question in different ways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;...touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether it's about her pride that she kept refusing the offer. This world is big, isn't it? There are still poor people like that little girl, writing exercises from a book because she can't buy it, while there are still people like me who has a book but not doing much with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-2431090303512477562?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/2431090303512477562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=2431090303512477562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2431090303512477562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/2431090303512477562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-story.html' title='short story'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-6951749137142607827</id><published>2009-02-25T19:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:07:48.905+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puapala'/><title type='text'>pradiklat lalalala</title><content type='html'>semua berawal dari kaderisasi. setelah kurang lebih sebulan memarah2i para bacaang dan mendapat cap nyebelin dari adek kelas (sebodo amat lah ya haha) datanglah gue menghadiri sebuah perhelatan besar buat angkatan 2011 created by 2010 yang untuk subsi lain merupakan sebuah pelantikan, tapi buat subsi gue hanya merupakan pradiklat. acara ini dilangsungkan pada tanggal 21-22 februari 2009, bertempat di gunung bunder.  secara singkat, itu sabtu-minggu yang cukup indah. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jumat, 20 Februari 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim advance sudah berangkat. gue yang bukan tim advance masih mempersiapkan perlengkapan dan juga materi yang akan diberikan kepada para bacaang pua 36 sampai malem bgt. memasang alarm jam setengah lima, karena berdasarkan jartel gue harus udah ada di kosmik(kosan malik) jam setengah 6. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabtu, 21 Februari 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masih di tempat tidur, hp berbunyi. ada sms dari Tasya, nanya pake baju apa. setelah membalas, gue baru menyadari bahwa jam di hp telah menunjukkan pukul 05.15. what the heeeeelll alarmnya ga bunyi. eh apa gue yang kebo, gatau juga deh hehe. gue langsung bangkit dan narik anduk menuju kamar mandi. lupa kalo ini akan menjadi mandi terakhir gue sebelum berangkat ke gunung bunder, gue mandi sekenanya berhubung udah telat. dilengkapi perbekalan dasar, akhirnya gue baru take off ke kosmik jam 05.45, aww betapa terlambatnya gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai di kosan, ternyata baru ada beberapa orang. yasudahlah akhirnya kami langsung menemui bacaang yang sudah menanti di depan wall. setelah remeh temeh yang tidak perlu disebutkan disini, akhirnya pua 35, simpatisan 35 dan bacaang 36 take off ke gunung bunder, dengan moda transportasi khas abri, tronton. singkat cerita, perjalanan sangat menyiksa. sampe disana lemas dan mual tapi harus tetap bertahan haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue, achi, niken, edwin, pretet, panca dan fadli langsung otw kamp pua yang terletak di paling atas, agak terisolir gitu tempatnya sementara teman2 yg lain masih mengurusi bacaang di bawah. hawa sejuk langsung terasa, dan perjalanan ke kamp ternyata cukup melelahkan.&lt;br /&gt;setelah blabla dan blabla, mulailah gue bertiga dengan kindy dan iman memberi materi tentang manajemen perjalanan. materi tersebut harus diulang 4 kali karena bacaang dibagi menjadi 4 kelompok. berhubung gue pj materi, gue agak sedikit lebih menguasai materi. dan cowok2 itu yang nampaknya malas berbicara panjang lebar memberi gue kesempatan untuk berbicara. hahhhh. pemberian materi semakin tidak didukung oleh cuaca, hujan turun dengan derasnya. akhirnya esofagus gue mulai protes saat memberi materi yang sama untuk ke4 kalinya. sweater yang menghangatkan tubuh gue tadi udah jadi basah banget. gue bertekad pas balik ke tenda mau langsung ganti jaket. tapi ternyata pas nyampe di tenda astra kena hipotermia. walhasil gue pinjemin kaos dan jaket gue ke astra, karena baju dia basah semua dan pria2 lain masih diluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berikutnya, seiring berjalannya waktu, bacaang mulai berjatuhan. salah satu bacaang hipotermia cukup akut sehingga ketika gue sudah mau make jaket gue (astra udah sembuh), gue lebih berpikiran untuk meminjamkan jaket kepada bacaang tersebut. saat itu gue masih merasa sangat sehat. setelah bolak balik nganter bacaang tersebut, gue masuk tenda. dingin terasa meliputi gue, kayak make selimut dingin gitu deh. gue sempet makan. trus tiba2 penyakit lama menyerang. jadi gitu deh. haha. maaf ya vina sweaternya gue tarik tarik. maaf juga yaa yang tangannya kecakar. ampuuuuun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well, things went a bit romantic here. I really really love my maaaaaan :----D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minggu, 22 Februari 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keadaan tidak memungkinkan gue untuk keluar tenda. jadi ya sudahlah gue cuma diam saja-___-&lt;br /&gt;bacaang pun berubah menjadi caang. selamat deh yaa&lt;br /&gt;pulang dengan tronton lagi. perjalanan pulang entah kenapa sedikit lebih baik daripada perjalanan pergi, tapi sekarang ditambah wangi2 semilir dari orang2 yang nggak mandi. ya gue juga termasuk sih haha.&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya, sampai di 8. terus, sampai di rumah. terus ditinggal sama orang rumah. trus mandi. trus tidur deeeeeh haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pesan moral: lain kali kalo pergi ke acara ginian bawa jaket yang banyak. kalo bisa waterproof. jangan lupa bawa oxycan juga haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-6951749137142607827?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/6951749137142607827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=6951749137142607827' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6951749137142607827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/6951749137142607827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/02/pradiklat-lalalala.html' title='pradiklat lalalala'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-3000435660021960955</id><published>2009-02-17T20:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:14:10.720+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscelanneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Flying Without Wings</title><content type='html'>I simply fall for this very song, the lyric is sooooooo.... damn good. The green ones are the best parts, my own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody's looking for that something&lt;br /&gt;One thing that makes it all complete&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it in the strangest places&lt;br /&gt;Places you never knew it could be&lt;br /&gt;Some find it in the face of their children&lt;br /&gt;Some find it in their lover's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Who can deny the joy it brings&lt;br /&gt;When you've found that special thing&lt;br /&gt;You're flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some find it sharing every morning&lt;br /&gt;Some in their solitary lives&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it in the words of others&lt;br /&gt;A simple line can make you laugh or cry&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it in the deepest friendship&lt;br /&gt;The kind you cherish all your life&lt;br /&gt;And when you know how much that means&lt;br /&gt;You've found that special thing&lt;br /&gt;You're flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, impossible as they may seem&lt;br /&gt;You've got to fight for every dream&lt;br /&gt;Cos who's to know which one you let go&lt;br /&gt;Would have made you complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, for me it's waking up beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To watch the sunrise on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To know that I can say I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In any given time or place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's little things that only I know&lt;br /&gt;Those are the things that make you mine&lt;br /&gt;And it's like flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're my special thing&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you're the place my life begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you'll be where it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;And that's the joy you bring&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-3000435660021960955?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/3000435660021960955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=3000435660021960955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3000435660021960955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3000435660021960955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/02/flying-without-wings.html' title='Flying Without Wings'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-4443575236683386964</id><published>2009-02-10T21:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:05:32.789+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscelanneous'/><title type='text'>Peter Pan and The Piccaninnies</title><content type='html'>Peter Pan! I just twigged that I have not updated this since people stopped clapping and Tinkerbell died... You would not believe the fairy dust I have to clean up. My bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going ahead with an awfully big adventure, soaking in the tub, just generally being the life of the party to the locals, my day drifts aimlessly from the second I am woken by murderous Teletubbies to I see my darling's 10000 text messages. I am not complaining though. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I solemnly swear that when the weather turns bad, I will blog more often. Go with God, good friends. The Piccaninnies say I have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://http//www.aussiebloggers.com.au/blogpost.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from Nunu and found it quite funny, so.... give it a try, folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-4443575236683386964?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/4443575236683386964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=4443575236683386964' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4443575236683386964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4443575236683386964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/02/picaninnies-say-i-have-to.html' title='Peter Pan and The Piccaninnies'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-4750503611160577268</id><published>2009-02-09T21:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:23:55.589+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words fields'/><title type='text'>First Letter</title><content type='html'>I love the earth where I live this life&lt;br /&gt;I love the dawn who smiles to me eveytime I woke up&lt;br /&gt;I love the wind that breezes through my hair&lt;br /&gt;I love the ice that prevents me from heating up&lt;br /&gt;I love the night who guides me to a dream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......then there I'm sitting and hoping that it's not just wishful thinking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-4750503611160577268?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/4750503611160577268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=4750503611160577268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4750503611160577268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/4750503611160577268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-letter.html' title='First Letter'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156118250096927350.post-3299343091196235456</id><published>2009-02-09T20:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:46:20.855+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><title type='text'>More or Less</title><content type='html'>Words are here, and there, and everywhere but sometimes I feel like I'm running out of them.&lt;br /&gt;There are times I can't speak,&lt;br /&gt;Times when I can't find the perfect word to explain what I mean clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Times when I know what to say but I just simply can not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words describe everything, but sometimes they just can't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;Words are simple, but also complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't say directly about things, right? Eventhough it's shorter and easier.&lt;br /&gt;I remember an old song which I know from my former english teacher back then in junior high school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Words, don't come easy on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is my only way to make you see I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Words don't come easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I forgot who sang it, but I just can't agree more, cause I do feel that straight-sayings can't describe something perfectly. Sometimes it's more than what I mean, other times, it's less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes silence could describe better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156118250096927350-3299343091196235456?l=iriph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/feeds/3299343091196235456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156118250096927350&amp;postID=3299343091196235456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3299343091196235456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156118250096927350/posts/default/3299343091196235456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iriph.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-or-less.html' title='More or Less'/><author><name>Rifda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13640896523673345693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mCUtB1HMxjs/TX7NmA9n3JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_7zpFZvR-20/s220/img.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
