<?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-26651942</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:48:07.554+07:00</updated><title type='text'>river of dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-183588267376354968</id><published>2007-10-19T16:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:48:43.020+07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rx1vBiykjiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kQ8gh3LOhHw/s1600-h/0609081423021_mg_2975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rx1vBiykjiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kQ8gh3LOhHw/s320/0609081423021_mg_2975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124374023326961186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shit happens&lt;br /&gt;when you have no idea how or why&lt;br /&gt;when you think he always loves you&lt;br /&gt;when you believe that you have done enough&lt;br /&gt;it caught you off guard&lt;br /&gt;just like everybody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said you were clueless, but you know that's not true&lt;br /&gt;you have seen the signs&lt;br /&gt;here and there&lt;br /&gt;then and now&lt;br /&gt;time to time&lt;br /&gt;you just don't want to believe it&lt;br /&gt;because if you do, then you must face it&lt;br /&gt;why? because&lt;br /&gt;shit happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened to everyone else&lt;br /&gt;you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;but when it happened to you&lt;br /&gt;you just can't take the same advice that you used to give to them&lt;br /&gt;because you are the victim now&lt;br /&gt;you have joined the "shit happens" club&lt;br /&gt;like it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit happens&lt;br /&gt;but why, oh dear God, why&lt;br /&gt;it must happened to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-183588267376354968?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/183588267376354968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=183588267376354968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/183588267376354968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/183588267376354968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/shit-happens.html' title='shit happens'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rx1vBiykjiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kQ8gh3LOhHw/s72-c/0609081423021_mg_2975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-2425797112413443167</id><published>2007-10-19T08:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:50:57.372+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rx1vkCykjjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dE0qfKdLSlI/s1600-h/EUS500%7EGiraffe-First-Kiss-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rx1vkCykjjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dE0qfKdLSlI/s320/EUS500%7EGiraffe-First-Kiss-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124374616032448050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my boyfriend went to the Mal Puri Indah the other day, and something extraordinary happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to park our car in Carrefour since the mall seemed crowded, and just when we passed the front gate and waited for some guy to walk across in front of us, he suddenly raised his right hand asking us to stop the car. We were clueless for a moment, didn't know what the hell he wanted. But then he went to this car that was parked near ours, opened the door, got in, started the engine, and then moved it outside of the parking lot as quickly as he could. So it was obvious to me and my boyfriend that this guy, that we knew nothing about (a Chinese guy, by the way), was kindly enough to offer us his parking space. He could have just take his free time to walk slowly and let us passed, not knowing that he was about to move his car (the parking lot around his car was full at that time) like everybody else used to do. But no, he did not. Instead, he stopped our car on purpose and give us the very precious parking space that were hard to find these days. Wow! What a really nice guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend honked his horn to thank this guy when his car about to leave, and he waved his hand as a reply. Minutes after it happened, we still couldn't stop talking about what this guy did. Kindness from a stranger is hard to find, and when it happened to you, it felt like a huge relief knowing that there are still a lot of good people out there :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-2425797112413443167?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2425797112413443167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=2425797112413443167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/2425797112413443167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/2425797112413443167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank you :)'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rx1vkCykjjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dE0qfKdLSlI/s72-c/EUS500%7EGiraffe-First-Kiss-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-541539504096586548</id><published>2007-10-02T14:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:09:23.191+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-83422d30291ab6c5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/541539504096586548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=541539504096586548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/541539504096586548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/541539504096586548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-3748258530540720218</id><published>2007-09-20T13:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T13:44:55.198+07:00</updated><title type='text'>resume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RvIWzYuKoNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bgLfSpeq9vY/s1600-h/Shrek+2+-+Puss+in+Boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RvIWzYuKoNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bgLfSpeq9vY/s320/Shrek+2+-+Puss+in+Boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112173599084159186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL-LIFE RESUME BLUNDERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Toni Bowers&lt;br /&gt;June 6th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;techrepublic.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bad of a mistake you can make on your resume? Here are some real life examples from Dribbleglass.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am very detail-oreinted.&lt;br /&gt;- My intensity and focus are at inordinately high levels, and my ability to complete projects on time is unspeakable.&lt;br /&gt;- Thank you for your consideration. Hope to hear from you shorty!&lt;br /&gt;- Enclosed is a ruff draft of my resume.&lt;br /&gt;- It's best for employers that i not work with people.&lt;br /&gt;- Here are my qualifications for you to overlook.&lt;br /&gt;- I am a quick learner, dependable, and motivated.&lt;br /&gt;- If this resume doesn't  blow your hat off, then please return it in the enclosed envelope.&lt;br /&gt;- My fortune cookie said, "your next interview will result in a job". And I like your company in particular.&lt;br /&gt;- I saw your ad on the information highway, and I came to a screeching halt.&lt;br /&gt;- Insufficient writing skills, thought processes have slowed down some. If I am not one of the best, I will look for another opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;- Please disregard the attached resume-it is terribly out of date.&lt;br /&gt;- Seek challenges that test my mind and body, since the two are usually inseparable. Graduated in the top 66% of my class.&lt;br /&gt;- Reason for leaving last job: the owner gave new meaning to the word paranoia. I prefer to elaborate privately.&lt;br /&gt;- Previous experience: self-employed-a fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;- Exposure to German for two years, but many words are inappropriate for business.&lt;br /&gt;- Experience: watered, groomed, and fed the family dog for years.&lt;br /&gt;- I am a rabid typist.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a bachelorette degree in computers.&lt;br /&gt;- Excellent memory; strong math aptitude; excellent memory; effective management skills; and very good at math.&lt;br /&gt;- Strengths: ability to meet deadlines while maintaining composer.&lt;br /&gt;- I worked as a Corporate Lesion.&lt;br /&gt;- Reason for leaving last job: pushed aside so the vice president's girlfriend could steal my job.&lt;br /&gt;- Married, eight children. Prefer frequent travel.&lt;br /&gt;- Objective: to have my skills and ethics challenged on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;Special skills: thyping.&lt;br /&gt;- My ruthlessness terrorized the competition and can sometimes offend.&lt;br /&gt;- I can play well with others.&lt;br /&gt;- Personal goal: to hand-build a classic cottage from the ground up using my father-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;- Objective: I want a base salary of $50-$60,000 dollars, not including bonus. And some decent benefits. Like retirement plan, health insurance, personal or sick days.&lt;br /&gt;- Experience: provided correct answers to customers' questions.&lt;br /&gt;- Education: graduated from predatory school with honors.&lt;br /&gt;- Never been fired, although it could happen anytime now.&lt;br /&gt;- I have happily been a kept manager for the last 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;- Have extensive experience in turkey manufacturs as well as new product development and implementation.&lt;br /&gt;- I am accustomed to speaking in front of all kinds of audiences. I make points as well as I can.&lt;br /&gt;- Personal: five children. Dog: Jasper. Cat: Morris. Gerbil: Binky.&lt;br /&gt;- While in military, was instrumental in creation of a treat detection system.&lt;br /&gt;- My compesation package at my last job included a base salary of $64,500 with excellent benefits including flextime. I am looking for a position in which I can work a more flexible schedule.&lt;br /&gt;- Hire me and you won't regret it-I am funny, cute, smart and creative, really.&lt;br /&gt;- Referees available upon request.&lt;br /&gt;- Previous rank: senior instigator.&lt;br /&gt;- I have recently sold my home and now I live in a large RV so I will be able to relocate quickly.&lt;br /&gt;- Reason for leaving: they stopped paying me.&lt;br /&gt;- Cover letter: desire the chance to showcase my delightful personality, intelligence and superior judgement, which are so hard to find these days.&lt;br /&gt;- Personal achievements: successfully played Chop Sticks on a toy piano with my big toes.&lt;br /&gt;- Objective: to obtain a position where I can make a difference, infecting others with my professionalism, enthusiasm and dedication.&lt;br /&gt;- Strengths: impersonal skills.&lt;br /&gt;- Special interests: I like any projects that are fun.&lt;br /&gt;- Please explain any breaks in your employment career: 15 minute coffee break while working at home improvement store.&lt;br /&gt;- Vocational plans: Sea World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-3748258530540720218?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3748258530540720218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=3748258530540720218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/3748258530540720218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/3748258530540720218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/resume.html' title='resume'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RvIWzYuKoNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bgLfSpeq9vY/s72-c/Shrek+2+-+Puss+in+Boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-7442213697530569411</id><published>2007-09-13T13:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:41:20.145+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RujnymG3R9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/kYzE6q1FeH4/s1600-h/IMG_4099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RujnymG3R9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/kYzE6q1FeH4/s320/IMG_4099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109588633660639186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I experienced the beauty of Bali for myself. I went there with three female friends on September 2-6, 2007. My birthday was on 31 August, so it was like a birthday present for me, coming from myself :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali is definitely beautiful. Although the heat got my skin so brown, I hardly complained. I loved walking the streets of Kuta, Legian, and Seminyak. The shops makes you wanna go in and buy something, even though you know you don't need it. But thank God, because of the size of my wallet, I think I've done a pretty good job controlling my shopaholic-wanna be instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that five days, me and my friend (Rahma) succeed watching different sunset. Day one, it's Kuta Beach. And the days after that was Jimbaran, Uluwatu (while enjoying Kecak dance), Dreamland, and Legian Beach. From all of the beach we went to, I must say Dreamland is my favourite. It's not as crowd as Kuta, the sands are so white and clean, the tide is high, and the sea is just... beautiful. A lot of tourists go there to surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else? I also experienced the thrill of riding banana boat and flew with parasailing. I went to see Tanah Lot, Bedugul, Taman Ayun, GWK, Kintamani, Nusa Dua, Ubud, Sukawati market, and other must-go places for tourists. For you who want to experienced Bali too, I think five days is the perfect amount of time to go here and there. But I recommend walking the Kuta, Legian, and Seminyak streets at night or at least after 4 pm, because the weather is much friendly and the lights from the shops and restaurants made them look much more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-7442213697530569411?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7442213697530569411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=7442213697530569411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/7442213697530569411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/7442213697530569411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/bali.html' title='Bali'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RujnymG3R9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/kYzE6q1FeH4/s72-c/IMG_4099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-3133416027888950181</id><published>2007-08-23T14:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:17:08.871+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs1JDHIpApI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sj7FF86_w_0/s1600-h/keiraknightley_wideweb__470x341,2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs1JDHIpApI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sj7FF86_w_0/s320/keiraknightley_wideweb__470x341,2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101814270684365458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kiera knightley&lt;/span&gt; (confessed she's so-not-into the celebrity thing such as getting famous and recognized by people everywhere she goes, her pictures taken and hit front page in every magazines in the country, paparazzis stalking her, no privacy at all... but hey, at least they pay you millions of dollars for just doing one movie to get over it, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs1FA3IpAoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RPH-ZA6oEic/s1600-h/story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs1FA3IpAoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RPH-ZA6oEic/s320/story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101809833983148674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winona ryder&lt;/span&gt; (too bad she and johnny depp didn't make it... they seemed so perfect for each other. he's gorgeous, and she's drop-dead-beautiful. but even with all that good looks and celebrity label, i guess it's just not enough to resist the temptation to steal meaningless stuffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs1DoXIpAnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XNLcX7Jhbws/s1600-h/natalie_portman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs1DoXIpAnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XNLcX7Jhbws/s320/natalie_portman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101808313564725874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natalie portman&lt;/span&gt; (simply beautiful. even with those silly-pink-wig on, you can't ignore her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs1CIHIpAmI/AAAAAAAAADw/EVLd4DJF8YQ/s1600-h/look5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs1CIHIpAmI/AAAAAAAAADw/EVLd4DJF8YQ/s320/look5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101806660002316898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ashley judd&lt;/span&gt; (she can dye her hair black or brown or red or blonde or any other color--you name it, and she'd still look this adorable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; They are some of my favourite most beautiful celebrities... even without any make up on! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-3133416027888950181?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3133416027888950181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=3133416027888950181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/3133416027888950181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/3133416027888950181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs1JDHIpApI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sj7FF86_w_0/s72-c/keiraknightley_wideweb__470x341,2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-2393957570821630396</id><published>2007-08-23T14:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:21:07.289+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Rudd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs05nnIpAkI/AAAAAAAAADg/vrZSEpPSJLE/s1600-h/clueless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs05nnIpAkI/AAAAAAAAADg/vrZSEpPSJLE/s320/clueless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101797305563546178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs05XnIpAjI/AAAAAAAAADY/qCPFUCquPcM/s1600-h/anchorpreg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs05XnIpAjI/AAAAAAAAADY/qCPFUCquPcM/s320/anchorpreg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101797030685639218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what can I say about this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adored him very much when he starred in Clueless as Alicia Silverstone's stepbrother-turned-boyfriend in the end of the film. He got this adorable green eyes and good looks that got me played those parts when he's around over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite scene in the film? Definitely the one when the lovely couple sat on the stairs and he finally confessed how much he love his cute-little-spoiled stepsister. Lucky her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Too bad I couldn't find that scene's picture...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-2393957570821630396?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2393957570821630396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=2393957570821630396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/2393957570821630396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/2393957570821630396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmm-what-can-i-say-about-this-guy-i.html' title='Paul Rudd'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rs05nnIpAkI/AAAAAAAAADg/vrZSEpPSJLE/s72-c/clueless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-3178429434189015001</id><published>2007-08-21T09:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:26:07.437+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RspM33IpAiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PwN5xjRBqbw/s1600-h/guzelgrubum0u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RspM33IpAiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PwN5xjRBqbw/s320/guzelgrubum0u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100974050527216162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this is also a very funny IT article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY! WE'RE LOSING A FORTUNE!&lt;br /&gt;Shiny, happy company name bites owners in ass shocka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Andrew Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 17 August 2007, 17.49&lt;br /&gt;www.theinquirer.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate branding is a fickle mistress. Choose an upbeat name and when the wheels fall off, you tend to look like even more of an idiot than would otherwise be the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare a thought then, for Hurray!, a brightly-named Chinese wireless value-add outfit that sadly doesn't appear to have added an awful lot of value in the last few months, according to China Tech News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray! has reported rather tragic second quarter results showing net income was a meagre US$0.2 million, a decline of just 79.8 percent quarter-over-quarter and a mere 88.7 percent year-over-year. But is Hurray! CEO QD Wang depressed? No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Despite the current volatile market conditions and constantly changing regulatory environment, we got through the quarter in reasonable shape which is very encouraging. Going forward, we will strive to maintain stability in our WVAS operations while in the meantime continuing our efforts to carry out our strategy of developing proprietary content and diversifying distribution channels, our goal is to transform Hurray! into a leading entertainment content production and distribution house in China," japed Wang before announcing "Thank you! I'm here all week!"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Hurray! isn't being chased through the courts by Yahoo! battling over the rights to an exclamation mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We may have made this bit up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-3178429434189015001?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3178429434189015001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=3178429434189015001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/3178429434189015001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/3178429434189015001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-this-is-also-very-funny-it-article.html' title='Hurray!'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RspM33IpAiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PwN5xjRBqbw/s72-c/guzelgrubum0u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-476673200107364555</id><published>2007-08-10T12:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:08:03.457+07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RrwAoTNMLaI/AAAAAAAAADI/m3byQ-gn3sw/s1600-h/koalas-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RrwAoTNMLaI/AAAAAAAAADI/m3byQ-gn3sw/s320/koalas-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096949570626923938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always want to go to Egypt. If I have enough money, I won't miss the chance to see the pyramids for real. I think they're so amazing, truly one of the world's finest building made by men--even though it didn't get into the 2007's list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mobile phone of my dreams have changed. It's no longer Samsung and Sony Ericsson, but the 9300i from Nokia. It's pretty small to carry everywhere, the keyboard is a big help when typing, I don't need any camera--I hardly use the one in my phones right now, and the design is just... perfect for me. So don't look very far to get my birthday present ok? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy about Hershey's Kisses chocolate. A friend of mine gave it to me once, and I fall in love with it since then. Remember, buy the one with almonds. I used to buy it at Mustafa, Singapore. Anyone knows where I can get the sweets here in Jakarta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've reached what they called the perfect age to get married, I got the questions all the time. "So, when?" "Got any plans yet?" "Don't forget to invite me, ok" "What are you waiting for?". It's irritating sometimes. I mean, will you get over it? Marriage doesn't mean happy ending. I want to have kids, believe me, but not until I'm positive I can support them. I want to raise a family of my own, trust me, but it's not going to happen just because YOU think I'm ready for it. Please, don't put me in YOUR shoes. You don't know what's best for me, even I don't know that. This is MY life. I'm the one who live it, deal with it, sick of it, down with it, and simply just... try to do the best I can. So, no pressure, okay? (Wow, so many emotions. But I feel so much better after getting all that out :p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-476673200107364555?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/476673200107364555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=476673200107364555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/476673200107364555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/476673200107364555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RrwAoTNMLaI/AAAAAAAAADI/m3byQ-gn3sw/s72-c/koalas-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-8639190106776461876</id><published>2007-08-09T14:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:56:00.107+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RrrOXDNMLZI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZCA5T7tq-Lc/s1600-h/ipod+video+black+fixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RrrOXDNMLZI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZCA5T7tq-Lc/s320/ipod+video+black+fixed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096612823716081042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kind of sleepy today. I can't concentrate doing any work, so I guess I just blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm writing this down while listening to my new songs with my black 30Gig iPod video. Cool gadget. I know a lot of people are crazy about Apple's products, but I never understood why. After I own it myself, I finally know the reason. Because now I'm one of them--Apple lovers :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was going to sell this beautiful gadget to a friend of mine. We've negotiated the price, and he promised he'd call me next week. I waited until Friday, but he didn't make the call. But I'm glad though, 'cos while I waited, I kept thinking about how much I always wanted an iPod, and wondered if selling it was the best decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that friday, finally, I've made up my mind. I want to use this one for myself. Even my mom said I must gone crazy if I sell it. So, here I am, sitting in my desk in front of my computer, typing the keyboard, while listening to "terbaik untukmu" from tic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I love this product :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-8639190106776461876?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8639190106776461876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=8639190106776461876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/8639190106776461876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/8639190106776461876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/apple.html' title='Apple'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RrrOXDNMLZI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZCA5T7tq-Lc/s72-c/ipod+video+black+fixed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-1726800796005412254</id><published>2007-08-02T14:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:08:56.541+07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RrGQmjNMLYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/60RTkh4Amvc/s1600-h/hamster-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RrGQmjNMLYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/60RTkh4Amvc/s320/hamster-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094011645492735362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the funniest IT article I have ever read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW AMD NAMES PLATFORMS&lt;br /&gt;We aren't supposed to know this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Charlie Demerjian&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 30 July 2007, 20:38&lt;br /&gt;www.theinquirer.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During AMD's Analyst Day last week, we could not help but poke our nose into an opened door (after we turned the handle a bit) and listen in on the product meetings about upcoming AMD platforms and their naming. Names have been blanked out to protect the nearly innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMD Chief Marketing Person (CMP): OK, time to name our future 2010 and beyond platforms. Lets see, gaming halo products first, those would be snakes. What should we follow Python with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMD Marketeer 1: How about Cobra dan Boa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMP: Sure, Cobra for 2010, Boa 2011, and how about Anaconda for 2012?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMD Marketeer 1: Great! Genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMP: And now on to laptops and birds of prey. I see a vision, Falcons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMD Marketeer 2: And lets throw in Osprey after that, and on top of it Golden Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMP: Yup, great. Now on to mainstream desktop, what follows Copperhead? Poisonous snakes? Less poisonous snakes than the gaming line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMD Marketeer 3: We could start with Adder for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMP: Yeah, sounds good. Wait, wasn't you who dinged the door of my Cayenne back in March?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMD Marketeer 3: Ummm, errrr, yeah. Really sorry about that. It was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMP: No matter, back to work, poisonous snakes. Where were we, Adder and... no, I have another vision. Marketeer 3, you get Leech, Preparation H and Pansy. Good luck guys, go out there and sell millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how it is done, all scientific and methodological like. It is good to see that marketing is just as sensible as chip design.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-1726800796005412254?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1726800796005412254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=1726800796005412254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/1726800796005412254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/1726800796005412254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/amd.html' title='AMD'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RrGQmjNMLYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/60RTkh4Amvc/s72-c/hamster-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-1744963960597415321</id><published>2007-08-01T08:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T08:55:16.355+07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rq_n6zNMLWI/AAAAAAAAACo/_PwDmq3E8pw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rq_n6zNMLWI/AAAAAAAAACo/_PwDmq3E8pw/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093544700943281506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met an old friend of mine. We got kind of close when we were on the same SPMB's (it's the national test that you must go through in order to get in your favorite college) preparation team. He's not from the same institute like mine, by the way. So the only chance I get to see him was those times working together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I begin to like him a lot. He's lovable. Good looks, white skin (he's Sundanese), not so tall but got a good sense of humor. He teased me a lot, so I knew he was paying a lot of attention towards me too. If I was single, I'm 99 percent sure that we would be more than just friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm not single at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell him earlier, because... well, I'm being selfish I guess. I didn't want to lose his affection. And he never really asked me about my status, so I thought I ought to keep it to myself until the right time arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there was never a right time. He found out, I don't know how or when exactly, but he found out. He never called me again and acted differently when we were together. I felt that he was kind of angry and sad and disappointed all at the same time. He never looked at me the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I should explain myself to him, why I hid the truth, tried to make him understand, but my friends said I shouldn't. Well, I didn't blame them. 'Cause I also think he didn't deserve the truth at that time because he did something terrible to me. Something unforgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ditch him from that little space in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I saw him the other day. And he looked no different than when I last saw him... what? Five years ago? He saw me first and he yelled my name. So maybe he didn't mad at me anymore. Or maybe he just curious to see my appearance that have quite changed since that five-long-years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we talked a little. He was with two friends, and I was with my boyfriend. I felt that he looked at me too hard. Like he couldn't believe it was me. Or maybe it's only my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn't have the chance to tell him what I wanted to tell him a few years ago. And we didn't share our numbers either. I'm not looking for forgiveness. I just want him to know the truth. That I never wanted to broke his heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-1744963960597415321?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1744963960597415321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=1744963960597415321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/1744963960597415321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/1744963960597415321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-sorry.html' title='So Sorry...'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rq_n6zNMLWI/AAAAAAAAACo/_PwDmq3E8pw/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-2004161770809829070</id><published>2007-07-31T15:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:25:33.531+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rq_cJjNMLUI/AAAAAAAAACY/_cNR9XUOLgg/s1600-h/edward_norton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rq_cJjNMLUI/AAAAAAAAACY/_cNR9XUOLgg/s400/edward_norton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093531760206818626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize this guy? Yup, he's Edward Norton. I know he's not as charming as Mel Gibson or as handsome as Keanu Reeves. But he's one hell of an actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched his new film last weekend with my boyfriend, The Painted Veil. It's a beautiful love story, kind of sad one though, but still beautiful even with cholera disease involved. Edward played as a quiet man but with strong love and courage. The woman he's in love with was Naomi Watts, who cheated on him but later found out what a good husband he really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Edward got this gift, like Tom Hanks, that makes him such a brilliant actor. He has this innocent face, but you'd believe him when he acted as a gangster or a drug addict. The night before watching The Painted Veil, I was up until 2 am to finish enjoying his older movie--up until now, I have no idea what the title is--about a true friendship between three so-different men. Edward played as a rich guy that was caught selling marijuana by the police. The scene I love the most was when Edward asked one of his best friend to hit him hard in the face so he won't look so cute when he go to prison the next day. The last thing he wanted was to become an object of affection in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to watch Edward Norton. He's definitely in my most favorite guy list :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-2004161770809829070?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2004161770809829070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=2004161770809829070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/2004161770809829070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/2004161770809829070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/edward.html' title='Edward'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rq_cJjNMLUI/AAAAAAAAACY/_cNR9XUOLgg/s72-c/edward_norton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-3285184456205960893</id><published>2007-06-25T13:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:13:16.337+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grissom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rpx55neGG2I/AAAAAAAAACI/T7YnZmIml3s/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rpx55neGG2I/AAAAAAAAACI/T7YnZmIml3s/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088075709776534370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosh, I love this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, you can say that I've become a CSI addict. Since I bought season six the other day, I can't seem to stop watching it. The stories are exciting. The casts are great. By the way, it's CSI Las Vegas that I'm addicted to. Why? Well, 'cos Gil Grissom is in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent. Calm. Charming in his own kind of way. Funny. A problem solving person. Patience. Knows a lot about almost everything (you name it: science, psychology, Shakespeare, sign language, etc etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grissom is the kind of guy that you can always count on, a true scientist, an honest friend, a fair but demanding boss, but also--deep down inside--just a regular lonely soul who seldom seek comfort in riding roller coaster. His character is so deep, you'll always find something new about him in every episode. (Hey, I already mention that I'm addicted, right? :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a chemistry student. But I think I learn more about science from watching CSI than studying in college for five years :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-3285184456205960893?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3285184456205960893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=3285184456205960893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/3285184456205960893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/3285184456205960893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/grissom.html' title='Grissom'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rpx55neGG2I/AAAAAAAAACI/T7YnZmIml3s/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-4699912178077015223</id><published>2007-06-22T13:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T11:40:21.292+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story (part one)</title><content type='html'>I wanna tell you about the trip I had to Beijing, China, last April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first found out that I'm going with only two other journalist (Kompas and BusinessWeek) in that trip held by HP, I was kind a... well, scared. First, I'm going not as a PCplus journalist, but representing Infokomputer instead. Second, the event is about printer, something that I know little about because I used to deal with mobile phones. Third, it was only my second event abroad. The first time was to Singapore invited by Motorola. There were six other journalist coming with me, and four of them was just like me--it's their first time going abroad. So it was a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, I'll never let stupid reasons like that get in the way of me having the rare-chance experience of going to a country like China. So, I study a lot about printers to prepare myself, bought some thick outfit because i found out from the Internet that the weather there was about 11-17 degrees (Celsius), change my money to yuan, and... just be ready for the adventure. China, here I come! Something like that :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going with my favorite airline so far (this statement was rather unfair, because I only flew with SQ and AirAsia before :p) and that is Singapore Airline or SQ. The flight was around 8 pm starting from Jakarta-Singapore, then Singapore-Beijing after about 2 hours waiting in Changi airport. I don't mind though, because this place looked more like a shopping mal than an airport. But even with SQ, flew at night time was uncomfortable. The food was good, but I'm not used to eat at 1 or 2 am so i didn't really enjoy it. And I barely can sleep either, because I kept waking up now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, I found out later that sleeping is not that important, because in the morning when the plane finally arrived in Beijing airport (was that its name? Hmm, I'm not so sure), I felt fresh enough to start my trip in this country. And I carried this freshness with me all day long because this is our only free time. Tomorrow is an all-day-long session with HP, and it continued the next day but only until around 12 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-4699912178077015223?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4699912178077015223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=4699912178077015223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/4699912178077015223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/4699912178077015223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-part-one.html' title='The Story (part one)'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-704094844173872424</id><published>2007-05-09T13:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:15:50.726+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RkF1BbntWoI/AAAAAAAAABg/b7lKrOvN7L0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RkF1BbntWoI/AAAAAAAAABg/b7lKrOvN7L0/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062456123595774594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;how did it start anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling all over again&lt;br /&gt;i think it's much deeper this time&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how deep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm numb this time&lt;br /&gt;just go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;ride the wind as it pass me by&lt;br /&gt;where do all my sanity go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it fills me up&lt;br /&gt;like a new strength to face each day&lt;br /&gt;exciting hobby&lt;br /&gt;new experience&lt;br /&gt;am i that blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's killing me if i am&lt;br /&gt;it's killing me if i am not&lt;br /&gt;so, either way,  i'm dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope one time&lt;br /&gt;and all the time after that&lt;br /&gt;i can let go&lt;br /&gt;and give all i am&lt;br /&gt;totally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-704094844173872424?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/704094844173872424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=704094844173872424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/704094844173872424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/704094844173872424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/blind_09.html' title='Blind'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RkF1BbntWoI/AAAAAAAAABg/b7lKrOvN7L0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-7838329827215899885</id><published>2007-05-09T13:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:32:53.028+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RkFnjLntWkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/a2whq-_WrmE/s1600-h/dylanmcdermott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RkFnjLntWkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/a2whq-_WrmE/s400/dylanmcdermott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062441310253570626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I watched the movie "The Mistress of Spices" last night starring Aishwarya Rai and Dylan McDermott. And suddenly I remember how much I love this guy. It's just not because he's damn good looking, but it's all about his appearance: that manly face, perfect body, mysterious smile, and gorgeous eyes that--if he ever look at me--definitely would melt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film itself is not so brilliant. But because the love story involved Dylan in it, I like it a lot. He played as an architect who loves riding motorcycle. Watching him in this movie, I find it hard to believe that he was born on 1961, so he's about 46 years old. To me, he looked like thirthy something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-7838329827215899885?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7838329827215899885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=7838329827215899885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/7838329827215899885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/7838329827215899885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/dylan.html' title='Dylan'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/RkFnjLntWkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/a2whq-_WrmE/s72-c/dylanmcdermott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-2533745374917630247</id><published>2007-05-04T10:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T10:32:48.491+07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Beijing with Love :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rj6dk7ntWiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dkb1uO4w5e0/s1600-h/IMG_7579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rj6dk7ntWiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dkb1uO4w5e0/s320/IMG_7579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061656289016109602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rj6dlbntWjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tqOMW0r3d3I/s1600-h/IMG_7770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rj6dlbntWjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tqOMW0r3d3I/s320/IMG_7770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061656297606044210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally... I have the mood to write again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize the pictures above? Yup, I've "been there, done that" in Beijing. Thanks to HP, I had the chance to explore the city and experienced some of China's most memorable places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best spot, for me, is of course the Great Wall. And they're not kidding when they named the place. It's so great, I completely lost my breath when I stepped my foot and climbed the stairs. I believe the cold wind (about 14 Celcius degrees, I think), thin air, and the fact that I never worked out my whole life are the crucial issues why I succeed climbing a few metres only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that's ok. Even from that not-so-high spot, I'm very much enjoyed the fantastic view. It's 6000 kilometres long! And takes about 20 years to built! With blood and life, my guide said. Amazing what people can do when they put their mind to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-2533745374917630247?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2533745374917630247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=2533745374917630247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/2533745374917630247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/2533745374917630247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-beijing-with-love.html' title='From Beijing with Love :)'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwzaamiDrYs/Rj6dk7ntWiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dkb1uO4w5e0/s72-c/IMG_7579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-115206310171498965</id><published>2006-07-05T08:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:55:29.170+07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Singapore with Love #2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/SV300267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/SV300267.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in front of the Oriental Hotel, where I stayed for 4 days and 3 nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/SV300252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/SV300252.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in front of the Singapore Expo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/SV300287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/SV300287.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at the Bugis Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/SV300275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/SV300275.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at the Esplanade Mall (if I'm not mistaken :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/SV300278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/SV300278.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in front of the "duren" building at night :P&lt;br /&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/26651942-115206310171498965?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115206310171498965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=115206310171498965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/115206310171498965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/115206310171498965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/from-singapore-with-love-2.html' title='From Singapore with Love #2...'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-115200485901705275</id><published>2006-07-04T16:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T08:10:01.660+07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Singapore with Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/SV300127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/SV300127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at the CommunicAsia 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/PICT0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/PICT0028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in front of the House of Condom, Orchard Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/PICT0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/PICT0007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me sitting near the Marina Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/PICT0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/PICT0011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me near... what is this? I forgot :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/SV300067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/SV300067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at the Boat Quay&lt;br /&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/26651942-115200485901705275?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115200485901705275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=115200485901705275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/115200485901705275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/115200485901705275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/from-singapore-with-love.html' title='From Singapore with Love...'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114836986326879106</id><published>2006-05-23T14:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T14:45:19.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/sex%20symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/400/sex%20symbol.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You always have choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you don't have any, just make one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though it seems like there's no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nowhere to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No one to turn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No time left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You always have choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You just have to try and see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be hopeful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Keep the faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stay patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You always have choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even when you think you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When they tell you that you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When it's easier to think that you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You always have choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because you can always choose not to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because "not choosing" is also a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114836986326879106?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114836986326879106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114836986326879106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114836986326879106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114836986326879106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114836721466061338</id><published>2006-05-23T13:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T13:58:20.943+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/image014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/400/image014.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have the best job in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working as a journalist in a magazine about cellular, every month I get to use up to three mobile phones and review them. Well, sometimes it's not that enjoyable, partly because it had became a routine and I just got bored doing it. But it's really exciting when the stuff landed in my desk was the "cool" ones. The ultimate multimedia gadget. Or simply because it's so stylish that I want them for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you. I have reviewed a lot of expensive ones. Some of them are Sony Ericsson K750i &amp; W800i, Samsung SGH-i300 &amp;amp; D600, Nokia N90, and Motorola V3i &amp;amp; L7. But you know what, only a few phones really got me want to take them home. And they are: Sony Ericsson Z800 and Samsung SGH-E760.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why them? You may ask. Well, they're not that perfect. I mean, E760 didn't have external memory and Z800 was a bit large, but I love them. I like using them and they're just soo beautiful! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114836721466061338?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114836721466061338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114836721466061338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114836721466061338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114836721466061338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/phones.html' title='Phones'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114834886313980366</id><published>2006-05-23T08:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:13:46.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/acupuncture.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/400/acupuncture.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is one of the best songs ever created by Phil Collins. I always enjoy singing it, because of its simplicity, the strong lyrics and all. Just read this, and you'll see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we never talked about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I hear the blame was mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'd called you up to say I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I wouldn't wanna waste your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I can't take anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's a look I can't describe in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if we could try like we tried before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would you keep on telling me those lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there seemed no way to make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause it seemed your mind was set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with the way you looked you told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's a look i know i'll never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you could've come over to my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you could've let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you could've tried to see the distance between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it seemed too far for you to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through all of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in spite of all the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know that people are funny sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause they just can't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to get hurt again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me do you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there are things we won't recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and feelings we'll never find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's taken so long to see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause we never seemed to have the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there was always something more important to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more important to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but "i love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't one of those things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and now it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in junior high, I was so fond of listening to songs and write the lyrics. And I'm very thankful for this hobby, because I get to learn english more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my classmate, who knew about my habit, gave me an album and asked me to write one of the song's lyrics because his band want to sing it. But it didn't work out well because it was a punk band and I can't identify all the lyrics that the singer was singing even though I played the song over and over again :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry pal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114834886313980366?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114834886313980366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114834886313980366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114834886313980366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114834886313980366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-you-remember.html' title='Do You Remember?'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114802853689883860</id><published>2006-05-19T15:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T15:52:18.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cna Yuo Raed Tihs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/image002.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/400/image002.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, this is a good one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabridge Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye editors! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114802853689883860?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114802853689883860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114802853689883860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114802853689883860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114802853689883860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/cna-yuo-raed-tihs.html' title='Cna Yuo Raed Tihs?'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114793488296202625</id><published>2006-05-18T13:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:31:27.496+07:00</updated><title type='text'>%@#$&amp;*/&lt;$!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/%21cid_060f01c60fa6%244ab34c10%240364a8c0%40tomm2j2wy1qdky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/400/%21cid_060f01c60fa6%244ab34c10%240364a8c0%40tomm2j2wy1qdky.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;It's like a never ending nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;Who's making all these rules?&lt;br /&gt;Who decide what you should do, where you should go, or when you should do it?&lt;br /&gt;And why do I keep listening to them?&lt;br /&gt;This is my life!&lt;br /&gt;If I fall, will they go down with me?&lt;br /&gt;If I fail, can they keep me sane again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this!&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that we're supposed to do what we want to do, listen to our hearts and everything, but the fact is, we just can't!&lt;br /&gt;There are always this and that, him and her, you and they!&lt;br /&gt;There will never be me and me or me!&lt;br /&gt;While it's me that we're talking about!&lt;br /&gt;Me that's doing and thinking and dreaming and deciding and giving and sacrificing and worrying and praying and losing and frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just stop pushing and bugging and annoying and waiting and pretending and judging and wasting my time!&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I ain't listening anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114793488296202625?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114793488296202625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114793488296202625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114793488296202625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114793488296202625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='%@#$&amp;*/&lt;$!!!'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114715293183041261</id><published>2006-05-09T12:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:35:31.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blondes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/tatoos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/tatoos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why people tend to describe blonde girls as stupid? I don't know. But I found a quite funny joke 'bout it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blonde paint job&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A blonde, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood. She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde said, "How about 50 dollars?"&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage. The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, "Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?"&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "She should. She was standing on the porch."&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later, the blonde came to the door to collect her money.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're finished already?" he asked.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes," the blonde answered, "And I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats."&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And by the way," the blonde added, "That's not a Porch, it's a Ferrari."&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114715293183041261?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114715293183041261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114715293183041261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114715293183041261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114715293183041261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/blondes.html' title='Blondes'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114714482299221484</id><published>2006-05-09T09:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:16:43.930+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/kc_the%20window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/kc_the%20window.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When David (my boyfriend) pick me up from work and take me home with his motorcycle, we used to take the Pondok Indah road. And everytime, I never could keep my eyes off the beautiful houses that we passed by. We used to call them "the old-rich people". I wonder what kind of life they go through. With all those money, I imagine that they never need to worry about buying this and that. They can have anything they want. Traveling everywhere. Wearing best clothes and riding expensive cars. Anything that money can buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I can't imagine that all of them were happy. Because that's what us, people, naturally do. Never satisfied with what we've got. We'll always want more. We'll always feel that we need more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And money always bring something else. A father end up marrying some young stupid girl, a mother who couldn't stop buying jewelry to impress her rich friends, and a son who became a drug addict because his parents never there for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if money can't buy happiness, what can? I guess it's that feeling that you are complete. That you have enough. That you are always blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114714482299221484?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114714482299221484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114714482299221484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114714482299221484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114714482299221484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114706470016551080</id><published>2006-05-08T11:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T09:28:52.323+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xxxxxxx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/exercise%3Dfat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/exercise%3Dfat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not feeling so well today. Maybe because yesterday I'm walking in the rain with my boyfriend. No jacket on, forgot all about how I easily get sicked by rain especially during the night, I just keep on walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the German movie "Down Fall" last night. It's about how Hitler was doing during the attack by the Russian army and how he finally committed suicide. By the way, his wife Eva Braun also committed suicide with him. And a lot of his soldiers and friends too. Crazy people. All of them seemed to believe so much in him. Like he was a God or something. To me, he is nothing but a crazy old fool. His solution for everything was murder. Kill him. Kill her. He feel sorry for nothing. During the attack, he even told his army not to save the people in Berlin. It's their own fault that they end up dead, he said. They're just not strong enough to cope with the situation. Only the strong deserve to survive. He have no pity even for the women and kids. What an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I almost decided to stay home. But I got up and went to the office anyway. What a bad decision. Because now I get to hear the possibility that they won't let me go. Again. For the third time. What an asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114706470016551080?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114706470016551080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114706470016551080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114706470016551080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114706470016551080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/xxxxxxx.html' title='Xxxxxxx'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114621539235268511</id><published>2006-04-28T15:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:12:18.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/salute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/salute.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is one of the best jokes I have ever heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy came to see a venereologist and said: "Doc, help me please. But you have to promise not to laugh okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relax. I promise I won't laugh. What is it?" the doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this assurance, the guy lower his pants. Surprisingly, his private part was very small. The diameter seemed to be no longer than a Steadler 2B pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this very limited property, the doctor forgot about his promise. He laughed so hard until rolling on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 5 minutes, he finally managed to control his emotion. "Please forgive me... Hhh.. Hh.. I get carried away. I promise I won't laugh again. Now, what seems to be the problem?" asked the doctor again while trying to put a serious face on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy then dared to continue, "My private part has been swollen like this for 3 days..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114621539235268511?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114621539235268511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114621539235268511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114621539235268511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114621539235268511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/04/patient.html' title='Patient'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114620550622099572</id><published>2006-04-28T12:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:28:54.976+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/out%20of%20order.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/out%20of%20order.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to the salon the other day and got my hair "smoothed". So now it looks a lot better and easier to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been planning to fix this hair of mine for a very very long time, but the courage came to me just recently. Well, also the money. Now that I've done it and it feels so satisfying, I kind a regret why I didn't do it earlier. The fact that I was afraid it'll make my hair look uglier than before now seems so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I think of it, I was always like this. Sometimes I see changes as something that's bad and so hard to do. Changing myself or something in me, by the way. Changing means I have to start adapting all over again, walking out from my comfort zone, and making me feel insecure about myself. In short, it's hard for me to see it as something positive. That a new me could be a better me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this "hard to change" attitude is not the one that's keeping me from letting him go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114620550622099572?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114620550622099572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114620550622099572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114620550622099572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114620550622099572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114610199334001002</id><published>2006-04-27T07:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:52:06.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alanis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/%21cid_004701c588d5%24e4fee9d0%2463260f0a%40shintia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/%21cid_004701c588d5%24e4fee9d0%2463260f0a%40shintia.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Failure" never scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it happened, all I think about is: well, this must be the best thing for me. This is my path. God want this. There's something more beautiful for me beyond this, I just haven't figure it out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I usually begged God to give me some clue and some patience for me to get over the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "ritual" started when I failed getting in Bogor Agricultural Institute, Indonesia, by a special program in my high school. I was kind a frustrated back then, because I was one of the high grade students and everyone was so sure that I will succeed. They even congratulating me after the announcement, didn't bother to listen carefully and find out that the school principal never mentioned my name. So you might say the saddest part of this story was when I have to tell them the bad news and to see them go: whaaat?! really? well, best of luck for you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember went home not long after that, can't handle the pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me? Why this? Why now? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer came a few months later. I got accepted in a better college by national examination :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't worry. Remember what Alanis said: life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything's okay and everything going right... and life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything going wrong and everything blows up in your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/26651942-114610199334001002?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114610199334001002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114610199334001002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114610199334001002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114610199334001002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/04/alanis.html' title='Alanis'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114603998596226373</id><published>2006-04-26T13:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T10:32:40.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/sexy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/sexy.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read this news in www.cinematical.com and found out about these movies that reached the US box office. Posted in April 23, 2006, the charts was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;01.  Silent Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;02. Scary Movie 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;03. The Sentinel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;04. Ice Age: The Meltdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;05. The Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;06. The Benchwarmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;07. Take the Lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;08. American Dreamz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;09. Inside Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Friends with Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know about Take the Lead (starring the cute Antonio Banderas) and Scary Movie 4, but never heard of the others. Recently, I always bought old movies that supposed to be great, with a lot of oscars' nominations and all that, but I find myself not in the mood to watch any of them. Well, they're not that boring really, but, I found out later on, that Mary Poppins is just not the kind of movie that I'd like to spend my spare time with. The kind of movie that I really enjoy was something like The Grudge (even though it scares the hell out of me and I only dare watching it in the day or with my mom :P) and X-Men. You know, stuff with simple stories and no requirement for the viewers to think about what the mission it carries :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114603998596226373?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114603998596226373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114603998596226373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114603998596226373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114603998596226373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/04/cinema.html' title='Cinema'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114602616540887932</id><published>2006-04-26T10:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:29:46.146+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorpio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/ShowLetter1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/400/ShowLetter1_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My dad was a scorpio (is this right? or should it be scorpion? :P). I love him, don't get me wrong. But I don't like some of his attitude towards my mom. Maybe it's my mom, maybe it's him. I never wanna judge that. I think it's their issues, and I shouldn't interfere. If they can keep their marriage for more than 25 years with whatever going on between them, I think I'm not suppose to change anything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to scorpio. My boyfriend also a scorpio. Coincidence? Of course. But talk about horoscope and their relation with our characters, sometimes David reminds me of my dad. His insensitivity, his practical way of thinking, and a lot of other things that I can't really explain match my dad (aren't all men like that? you might say :P). So I think it's pretty natural when I asked him one day: are you going to treat me that way too when we get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused for a while. Then he looked at me and said: I don't know. I can't tell the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling disappointed by his remarks. But then he added: We just have to keep trying to make the relationship works. It all depend on ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, he always like that. Instead of telling me what I wanna hear, he always make me think how stupid my questions are. And, by the way, I was always like that with him. Asking silly questions that I already knew the answers. Thank God he's so patience :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114602616540887932?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114602616540887932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114602616540887932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114602616540887932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114602616540887932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/04/scorpio.html' title='Scorpio'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114602240970304233</id><published>2006-04-26T09:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:02:41.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongebob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/giraffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/giraffe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hmm, I think I kind a enjoy this. Writing in my blog, I mean. And look, I can even do this in english without have to look in a dictionary! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I always love english. I don't know how, but this language seems so easy for me to learn. Because we didn't have much money, my parents couldn't afford to send me to english course like other children. So I have to learn it on my own. And thanks to elmo and big bird and other characters in the Sesame Street, I think the results is not so disappointing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find disappointing was, the fact that all cartoon movies in television right now are translated into Indonesian language. If this happened in my time, I think it would be hard for me to learn english by myself. It's just not right. And replacing good shows like Sesame Street, now we get to see rubbish like Spongebob :P I find it non educational at all. The children learn nothing but where to get the not-so-cute dolls and other stuff based on their characters. What a waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114602240970304233?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114602240970304233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114602240970304233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114602240970304233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114602240970304233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/04/spongebob.html' title='Spongebob'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114595769687955437</id><published>2006-04-25T15:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:33:13.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/image00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/image00150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not originally learning or even wanting to be a journalist. My background was chemistry in Bandung Institute of Technology, Indonesia. Yup, you heard right, chemistry. Some people always seems to be surprised by this. Me, a chemistry student, working as a writer in a magazine talking 'bout mobile phones. But in this part of the world, Indonesia specifically, with millions of unemployed people out there, I felt lucky I could end up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, this is my very first job, I got accepted just two months after I graduated and move back from Bandung to Jakarta, and I took it because they want me. I knew nothing about writing an article or interviewing people, but my Dad always taught me to learn about everything (never say "I can't do it", ask someone else how to do it or learn how to do it on your own; this is his favourite line) and dare to try something new. And when I first started this job, October 2004, it just hit me: I love it! I enjoy writing, editing, browsing, and the fact that I get to go here and there to pers conference or pers gathering. It's far from boring. And right now, I can't imagine myself doing anything else beside this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk about why I love reading so much. My Dad was the one to blame. Even though he didn't get the chance to finish his education, he always pushed me and my siblings to study well and read a lot. Because I'm the one who can't seem to sleep without a book in front of my face, Dad always bought me books every week. We're not rich, but he always had the money for this need of mine. So right now, I have many collection of books from Enid Blyton until Sidney Sheldon. And I think this hobby that grew in me starting sixth grade elementary school until now, making me using glasses since age 12, have to do with the ability that I think I had right now. The ability to write. This judgement is not just coming from me, by the way. A senior journalist, whom I respect very much, also said it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/26651942-114595769687955437?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114595769687955437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114595769687955437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114595769687955437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114595769687955437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-and-there.html' title='Here and There'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26651942.post-114595334303727737</id><published>2006-04-25T14:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:27:02.270+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself, and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/1600/PICT0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7852/2791/320/PICT0039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wow. Finally. My own blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It shouldn't be that hard for me to express myself in a blog, because that's what I do for a living, a journalist who have to write all the time. But expressing your mind, at least for me, is just not that simple. I can't really explain why, but one of the reason was, besides I have decided to write this blog in english, I'm just not that kind of person that can easily share my deepest thoughts or my wildest dreams or my experiences to other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And another reason was, ehm by the way this is the most crucial one, probably got to do with the fact that I'm a journalist. Whaaat?! You might say. But yes, I really do think that being a writer who always have to sit in front of the computer all the time, trying to find the right subject to write about in the next edition, thinking hard about how the hell I'm gonna finish the article, read it over and over again until I think other people who is not gadget-freak would understand, then take a break for a while, and in a couple of days start the cycle over and over and over again... left me with no more energy to write anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I call it the "side effects" of being a journalist. I don't know about you, other journalist out there, but besides left with no mood to write anything else, I'm also not in the mood to read. This is crazy, because since I learn how to read, this is the most interesting hobby for me. Ahh... I think this is the perfect moment for me to tell you a little bit of story about my life. Just a little. So you won't get bored :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hey! I can really write this blog! ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;See you in the next episode.... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26651942-114595334303727737?l=my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114595334303727737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26651942&amp;postID=114595334303727737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114595334303727737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26651942/posts/default/114595334303727737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-riverofdreams.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, Myself, and I'/><author><name>keshie hernitaningtyas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07533087492888190200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
