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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/R5hO75TiWlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/I8PL8OO8eAo/s400/bike+on+ride.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158960164054915666\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003eJust ask for a ride to you accompany to send you to in front to your office, by put your bike on your lap, and then, ride your bike to your office's basement, it's totally easy and practical, and without any sweat rite?\u003cbr /\u003eTaken in a traffic jam around Pos Pengumben, Western Jakarta. \u0026amp;.30 A.M\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-1148763081061739186?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/1148763081061739186/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d1148763081061739186","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/1148763081061739186"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/1148763081061739186"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2008/01/example-of-how-do-bike-to-work-without.html","title":"An example of How do The Bike to Work Without Any Tired and Sweaty Body"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/R5hO75TiWlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/I8PL8OO8eAo/s72-c/bike+on+ride.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-1111643052034415841"},"published":{"$t":"2008-01-22T14:09:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2008-01-22T14:35:30.272+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"experience"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"What An Aunt Who's Like An Ant!"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003eMy mother has a cousin, a woman, who lives nearby my home in Bandung. She lives with her husband, and one of her son. This aunty extremely loves to sell anything, especially food that she makes everyday and then she sell anywhere she likes including in an sport training event.(!)\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eI used to love to go to her house, cause I feel comfortable with it, and the best thing that I used to love is she always has many foods to served that I can eat, especially when I want a homemade food.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eBut unfortunately, I finally found a strange a shameful habit. This was found when I went with her to a party. I came to her home a few hour before the party time, so that I can make up my self first before we leave.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eIn the end of her preparation, she briught many plastic bag in her purse, which I used to be very confused why she did it, but I didn't want to ask what are those bag are for.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eIn that party she asked me to see what kind of foods that are served for the guests, and then, and this is the shocking one for me, she began to take many kind of those foods in a large portion and then she fulfill the plastic bag that she brought with it at the corner of the party building, and then she explained to me that those food are gonna be given to her son.And after all of it \" well prepared\" into her purse, we went home, oops what a hack!!\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eShe didn't do it for only one or two time, but every time she went to a party. And I don't know whether she's got a nutty mind or what.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eAnd  slowly, I didn't come to her house anymore, in order  of my own business in my college, and also beside of I don't want to disturb her no more.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eThat was happened around 10 years ago, I haven't make any call to her neither during these years, I hope she's still ok, keep steady with her selling business, but hopefully she would not do her party food picking habit just like an ant anymore.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-1111643052034415841?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/1111643052034415841/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d1111643052034415841","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/1111643052034415841"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/1111643052034415841"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-aunt-whos-like-ant.html","title":"What An Aunt Who's Like An Ant!"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-6181414193120319359"},"published":{"$t":"2008-01-08T19:21:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2008-12-11T16:05:39.329+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"unique picture"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"inspirations"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"experience"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Disaster Meaning Cloud?"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/R4NuDkkLieI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ox8BvbwygwQ/s1600-h/Diagonal.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src\u003d\"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/R4NuDkkLieI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ox8BvbwygwQ/s400/Diagonal.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153083406276069858\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eSome people say that the horizontal look cloud got a mean that there's gonna be a disaster in that country/ region. As a research has ever found the same kind of cloud look years ago  in Japan a few moment before a big earth quake there. But how about this kind of cloud look, diagonal one,(just like the /Rif band logo) is this also means the same as the horizontal one? I took this picture around Kebon Jeruk, Western Jakarta,January 8, 2008. And then I saw the horizontal one an hour later on my way back home to Ciledug. Unfortunately, my battery was down that I couldn't take the picture..\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eOMG, is there really gonna be a (next)disaster in my country, as the belief of the cloud tried to tell us? Sounds a lil bit silly huh? Or that was just a variant shape of cloud only? I certainly hope that the belief of the cloud shape is just a stupid issue that ever told by the people.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-6181414193120319359?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/6181414193120319359/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d6181414193120319359","title":"3 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/6181414193120319359"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/6181414193120319359"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2008/01/disaster-meaning-cloud.html","title":"Disaster Meaning Cloud?"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/R4NuDkkLieI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ox8BvbwygwQ/s72-c/Diagonal.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"3"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-2129437837941677743"},"published":{"$t":"2008-01-03T09:16:00.001+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2008-01-03T10:07:50.922+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"happines"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"kesenangan"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"curhat"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"experience"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"My water revenge!"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003eStay in a rent house in many years, sometimes make me feel uncomfortable to do my washing time, as wash my dishes, clothes, or even when I have to fulfill my water sink.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eThat's all because the owner of the rent house doesn't like the \"Contractor\" as me turn the pump longer than 30- 60 minutes, even the water flow is very weak that cannot even fulfill my medium-dimension sink, so, even I haven't done with my washing time, if the time of 60 minute is up, he turn that machine off immediately. I feel a little humiliated with it, but I cannot do nothing even to protest it, because I don't want to make any argue. So, in those years, I have never used my washing machine because of the limited water that he made.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eBut now, I feel very thankful with my god, cause he give me a hugh gift that finally my husband got the opportunity to buy a home, which was a big dream from the early time we become a husband and wife.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eSo now, I really enjoy my time to wash, not to afraid of lack of water no more, and most of all, now I can wash my clothes with my washing machine!\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-2129437837941677743?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/2129437837941677743/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d2129437837941677743","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/2129437837941677743"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/2129437837941677743"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-water-revenge.html","title":"My water revenge!"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-6822582786956917682"},"published":{"$t":"2007-12-30T11:56:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2008-12-11T16:05:39.378+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"unique picture"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Dog Leaves"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/R3cmh0kLiYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kf8M567MsVQ/s1600-h/Koeaing%21.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/R3cmh0kLiYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kf8M567MsVQ/s400/Koeaing%21.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149627061409384834\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eWhat a miracle that god gives us! In Rawa belong, Kebon Jeruk Jakarta, there is a kind of bush which has a \"dog look alike\" leaves in it, take a look!\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-6822582786956917682?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/6822582786956917682/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d6822582786956917682","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/6822582786956917682"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/6822582786956917682"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/12/dog-leaves.html","title":"Dog Leaves"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/R3cmh0kLiYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kf8M567MsVQ/s72-c/Koeaing%21.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-3921240947542727369"},"published":{"$t":"2007-12-30T11:45:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2008-12-11T16:05:39.774+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"alien"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"unique picture"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"space"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"chicken"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Alien Chicken Landed on Ciledug,Tangerang!"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/R3co8EkLiZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/J2igk32gqoc/s1600-h/Ayam+alien.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src\u003d\"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/R3co8EkLiZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/J2igk32gqoc/s400/Ayam+alien.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149629711404206482\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eThis is what the scientist have never told before, that there is a kind of species of Alien which has ever came to the earth, at Ciledug, Tangerang and disguising as the chicken!\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-3921240947542727369?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/3921240947542727369/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d3921240947542727369","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/3921240947542727369"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/3921240947542727369"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/12/alien-chicken.html","title":"Alien Chicken Landed on Ciledug,Tangerang!"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/R3co8EkLiZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/J2igk32gqoc/s72-c/Ayam+alien.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-349523511391841447"},"published":{"$t":"2007-10-04T09:50:00.001+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2008-12-11T16:05:39.791+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"unique picture"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Hit n Run Victim Picture"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RwRaK78PD6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/2q-paItcYpY/s1600-h/Death%21.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src\u003d\"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RwRaK78PD6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/2q-paItcYpY/s400/Death%21.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117314220535254946\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003eThis is a common view of a victim that usually left by the hitter till they dried by the sun around Rawa Belong!!\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-349523511391841447?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/349523511391841447/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d349523511391841447","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/349523511391841447"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/349523511391841447"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/10/hit-n-run-victim-picture.html","title":"Hit n Run Victim Picture"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RwRaK78PD6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/2q-paItcYpY/s72-c/Death%21.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-6581149776129570220"},"published":{"$t":"2007-10-03T04:34:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2008-12-11T16:05:39.975+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"unique picture"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Frustrated and Broken Hearted Vocalist"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RwK8ir8PD5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/H2vkV_7fJ9g/s1600-h/Bams.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src\u003d\"http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RwK8ir8PD5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/H2vkV_7fJ9g/s320/Bams.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116859430743248786\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eI could understand how's \u003ca href\u003d\"http://gossindo.blogspot.com/\"\u003eBams\u003c/a\u003e feel to be left by Nia Ramadhani, his totally pretty girlfriend, cause now he looks awful and down,right? I took his picture in a meat ball vendor around Kebon Jeruk, Jakarta.:-D\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-6581149776129570220?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/6581149776129570220/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d6581149776129570220","title":"4 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/6581149776129570220"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/6581149776129570220"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/10/frustrated-and-broken-hearted-vocalist.html","title":"Frustrated and Broken Hearted Vocalist"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RwK8ir8PD5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/H2vkV_7fJ9g/s72-c/Bams.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-7695133226271179388"},"published":{"$t":"2007-08-22T12:24:00.001+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-08-22T12:38:17.089+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"experience"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"I ate soap!"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003eEvery morning,   I always feed my son before send him to his school, whenever my son have a meal, sometimes the rice drop from his mouth that make me have to clean the floor up after the meal time. But in this \u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003emorning, I really felt that my mouth is also clean up, cause when I clean up the dishes, I saw a kind of white spot on my left hand, in order that I was too lazy to put it off, I licked it..but what the h#*+l!!, I licked a spot of baby soap!!\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-7695133226271179388?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/7695133226271179388/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d7695133226271179388","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/7695133226271179388"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/7695133226271179388"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-ate-soap.html","title":"I ate soap!"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-3520469264458618830"},"published":{"$t":"2007-08-16T14:52:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-08-16T15:36:17.374+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"experience"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Roller Coaster Refund Ticket"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://www.amusementtoday.com/GoldenTicket/image/bggoldenticket.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;\" src\u003d\"http://www.amusementtoday.com/GoldenTicket/image/bggoldenticket.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003eOn last end of June, when my son had a vacation, me and my son's school went to \u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;\"\u003eTaman Safari\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003e in Bogor, I thought I was gonna be boring me , cause I imagined about the jam and the crowd that we're gonna see in since we do the journey there.  But fortunately everything that I thought  above  was never been happened, cause we were departing earlier in the morning, so we didn't met any jam there but only when our  beloved Jusuf Kalla pass the toll, we had to stop the travel for a while.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003eIn \u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;\"\u003eTaman Safari\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003e, after the bus moved around the park to watch the animals, we stopped  outside the animal zone to had a lunch and a rest. After the break the kids were allowed to find any games that they want to do  as  racing, swimming, playing ball and so on. Most of kids prefer went to swim even the weather was felt so chilled.\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003eBecause of my son's illness that time, I didn't let him to swim, not to make him disappointed, I bring him to play anothers as I mentioned above, and off course, he chose to play the racing car.\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003eEnough with any kind of car racing, I saw a kind of roller coaster locket. I was surprised cause I remembered that my kid was so enjoying this kind of game when me and my family went to Dunia Fantasi. So, I got hurry to be in queue to buy the ticket for me and for my son. After I got it, I go to the game, but I got another surprise there, not the good one as the surprise before, cause a banner mention to the visitor that the kid that allowed to join it is the kid with the age of 8. Oh, god, my son was just 5 years old! Why didn't they tell it before we buy the ticket!! Are they going to cheat us..? So, I didn't want to loose my 16.000 rupiahs, then I came back to the locket, and I saw the teenager boys were queuing there , so I came to them and offered my ticket by telling them that I couldn't enjoy that game in order of my son's age, thank's god, they believe me  that the ticket were not fake, then they bought it from me. Thanks again my god, I could refund my money, not to fly away with the cheated coaster ticket seller. Then, with the happily mind I played another game with my son , till the day dawn and we had to came back to the bus to get home to Jakarta. Fuih, that was close...\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-3520469264458618830?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/3520469264458618830/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d3520469264458618830","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/3520469264458618830"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/3520469264458618830"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/08/roller-coaster-refund-ticket.html","title":"Roller Coaster Refund Ticket"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-4599542325080785432"},"published":{"$t":"2007-07-22T18:34:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-07-22T18:54:29.228+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"experience"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Praying Cheating Paper"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003eSometime, I thank god that in my religion there are plenty of easiness that are offered when we do our pray. And sometimes too, I thank god that I have a freak husband. Ooops what's up with that? Here's the detail.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003eOn fasting month, there's a praying method at night after \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style: italic;\"\u003eIsya\u003c/span\u003e which is called \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style: italic;\"\u003eTarawih \u003c/span\u003eand me and my husband sometimes do it together at home. My husband always want to spell the different Koran's letter after Al- Fatihah each \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style: italic;\"\u003erakaat\u003c/span\u003e.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003eEven that of he has got a forgetful habits of which letter that have already been read or not, he doesn't lose his idea, before the \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style: italic;\"\u003etarawih\u003c/span\u003e begun, he write 11 letters, as the \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style: italic;\"\u003erakaat\u003c/span\u003e 's amount with the very big font size, and he put it near the head  of  prayer mat, so if he  forgot about which letter that got its turn to be read, my husband cheat on that paper. My god, sometimes the devil makes  laugh on his act, but thank god I can keep it till the \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style: italic;\"\u003etarawih\u003c/span\u003e ended. But, I still hope that it's still a fair option not to laugh on the middle of the \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style: italic;\"\u003eTarawih\u003c/span\u003e.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-4599542325080785432?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/4599542325080785432/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d4599542325080785432","title":"3 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/4599542325080785432"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/4599542325080785432"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/07/praying-cheating-paper.html","title":"Praying Cheating Paper"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"3"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-8951161373459042151"},"published":{"$t":"2007-07-04T08:06:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-07-04T08:13:30.380+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"video"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Peep a pussy"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cobject height\u003d\"350\" width\u003d\"425\"\u003e\u003cparam name\u003d\"movie\" value\u003d\"http://www.youtube.com/v/WlojASTunug\"\u003e\u003cparam name\u003d\"wmode\" value\u003d\"transparent\"\u003e\u003cembed src\u003d\"http://www.youtube.com/v/WlojASTunug\" type\u003d\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" wmode\u003d\"transparent\" height\u003d\"350\" width\u003d\"425\"\u003e\u003c/embed\u003e\u003c/object\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eDamn human.. why do they love to peep to any sensitive things, even to my wasting activity..\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-8951161373459042151?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/8951161373459042151/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d8951161373459042151","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/8951161373459042151"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/8951161373459042151"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/07/peep-pussy.html","title":"Peep a pussy"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-5960080034121796258"},"published":{"$t":"2007-06-07T13:02:00.001+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-06-08T06:18:08.949+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"unique picture"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"The Azhari's School"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x56/zufriana/Foto009.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;\" src\u003d\"http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x56/zufriana/Foto009.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eHey look! Azhari's school! Is it founded by the grand grand grand grand father of The Azharis?I finally found  a good person from Azhari's family....:-D\u003c/span\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-5960080034121796258?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5960080034121796258/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d5960080034121796258","title":"6 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/5960080034121796258"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/5960080034121796258"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/06/azharis-school.html","title":"The Azhari's School"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"6"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-8332176832994539427"},"published":{"$t":"2007-05-31T11:17:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-05-31T12:31:15.966+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"experience"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Nice Bread Seller"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003eIn these few days my son really love roasted bread which I made every afternoon. So, I buy bread everytime my bread at home has finished. One day, in the afternoon, My son reminded me to buy a loaf of bread, so when I heard a regular bread seller which I usually buy was coming, I rushed to chased him, then  I ask for the bread.  From another  seller, with the same brand, the bread's price is Rp.5500,- but to this seller, when I gave him the money, he said that the amount that I have to pay was just Rp.5000,-. \"How come?\" I asked the seller, cause the price that set on the pack  is Rp.5200 that's still a higher price that wanted me to pay.  \"No\", he said, \"Rp.5000,- is enough for me\". But I didn't  believe him yet, so I checked the expired date, and I read that the exp. date was the next 4 days from the date I bought it, wow he's honest, what a great seller!. Then I paid the price and say that I very thankful for his kindness. Till now I still feel amaze to that seller, cause he give his buyer cheaper price than the price tag ask for it! \u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-8332176832994539427?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/8332176832994539427/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d8332176832994539427","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/8332176832994539427"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/8332176832994539427"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/05/nice-bread-seller.html","title":"Nice Bread Seller"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-407215164129293380"},"published":{"$t":"2007-05-24T21:21:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-05-25T09:28:25.320+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"about friend"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"experience"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"flea picking"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable style\u003d\"border-collapse: collapse;\"\u003e\u003ctbody\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd colspan\u003d\"2\"\u003e\u003cembed src\u003d\"http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid\u003d70249871\u0026ver\u003d102906\" quality\u003d\"high\" salign\u003d\"lt\" wmode\u003d\"transparent\" name\u003d\"rockyou\" type\u003d\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" pluginspage\u003d\"http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer\" height\u003d\"320\" width\u003d\"426\"\u003e\u003c/embed\u003e\u003c/td\u003e\u003c/tr\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style\u003d\"padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 0px; opacity: 0.6;\" align\u003d\"left\"\u003e\u003cimg src\u003d\"http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif?w\u003dSS\u0026d\u003dCCB7\u0026amp;c\u003d1\u0026id\u003d70249871\" /\u003e\u003ca target\u003d\"_BLANK\" href\u003d\"http://www.rockyou.com/?type\u003dslideshow\u0026amp;refid\u003d70249871\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"border: 0px none ;\" src\u003d\"http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_logo.gif\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003c/td\u003e\u003ctd style\u003d\"padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 0px; opacity: 0.6;\" align\u003d\"right\"\u003e\u003ca style\u003d\"padding-right: 0px;\" target\u003d\"_BLANK\" href\u003d\"http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid\u003d70249871\u0026source\u003dcyo\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"border: 0px none ;\" src\u003d\"http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_create.gif\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003ca style\u003d\"padding-right: 0px;\" target\u003d\"_BLANK\" href\u003d\"http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid\u003d70249871\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"border: 0px none ;\" src\u003d\"http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_view.gif\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003c/td\u003e\u003c/tr\u003e\u003c/tbody\u003e\u003c/table\u003e\u003c/center\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eWhen being in the children school, the mother usually become bored and sleepy long for the break time, so sometime someone is doing anything unusual as flea picking! Uh, what a disgusting activity for me, to see that tiny creature being hunted. But for anyone else, some of my friends, being flea picked or flea picking activity instead is a   nice activity to kill the time,brrr. Huh, whatever the reason is, I'd rather be at home watching TV in killing the time till my son coming home than flea hunting,off course. But anyway, I thank god that I have no flea poultry on my head!\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: right;\"\u003e\u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.darwinvets.com/images/flea_faeces_hi_res.jpg\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:78%;\"\u003eflea dropping pic source\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-407215164129293380?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/407215164129293380/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d407215164129293380","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/407215164129293380"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/407215164129293380"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/05/flea-picking.html","title":"flea picking"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-4694801983101597324"},"published":{"$t":"2007-05-21T06:33:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2008-12-11T16:05:40.255+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"unique picture"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Baby motorbike"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RlDcWDvdN0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/vhA7Kd_BSsE/s1600-h/Foto000.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RlDcWDvdN0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/vhA7Kd_BSsE/s400/Foto000.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066791852311394114\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eHey look, a motorbike with cuty baby shoe! Maybe the owner of that motorcycle doesn't want the  of motorcycle got the\"cracked heel\".\u003c/span\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-4694801983101597324?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/4694801983101597324/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d4694801983101597324","title":"4 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/4694801983101597324"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/4694801983101597324"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/05/baby-standard.html","title":"Baby motorbike"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RlDcWDvdN0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/vhA7Kd_BSsE/s72-c/Foto000.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-2195803579963923941"},"published":{"$t":"2007-05-18T12:32:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2008-12-11T16:05:40.978+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"experience"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Crashed Honda Jazz"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003ccenter\u003e\u003cobject height\u003d\"289\" width\u003d\"350\"\u003e\u003cparam name\u003d\"movie\" value\u003d\"http://www.youtube.com/v/n0krIQfreck\"\u003e\u003cparam name\u003d\"wmode\" value\u003d\"transparent\"\u003e\u003cembed src\u003d\"http://www.youtube.com/v/n0krIQfreck\" type\u003d\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" wmode\u003d\"transparent\" height\u003d\"289\" width\u003d\"350\"\u003e\u003c/embed\u003e\u003c/object\u003e\u003c/center\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eOn a holiday on may 17th, me and my family went to  ITC  Perma\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eta Hijau, cause as usual every leasure day, my son asked my husband to play the battery car there.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eWhen we \u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003earriv\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eed, we saw a crowded people nearby parking fiel\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003ed, \u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003em\u003c/span\u003e\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/Rk1tpjvdNxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/l35pxCxgSfM/s1600-h/Honda2.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;\" src\u003d\"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/Rk1tpjvdNxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/l35pxCxgSfM/s200/Honda2.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065825716598028050\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003ey husband stopped the motorcycle, to look what was happening. When I go\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003et clo\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eser by my self, I saw a very bad tu\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003erned side up crashed Honda Jazz that was already \u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eju\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003est in a half body. That jazz was  being tried to be opened by people.Then I saw a bleeded hand of a woman from the door window, bleeded head of 12th \u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eyears old boy and an adult man. But frankly, I didn't see their hug each other as the news said. Maybe that was because of the car that became just in a half, so it make that the victims were look very  close from back to front, but no hug at all.  \u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eOops, what a\u003c/span\u003e\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/Rk1qUjvdNvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qr3dYZ41s1c/s1600-h/Honda3.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;\" src\u003d\"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/Rk1qUjvdNvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qr3dYZ41s1c/s200/Honda3.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065822057285891826\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e view! Look like that Jazz just flew away from the 6th \u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003efloor of that ITC. From the news I heard that that fami\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003ely just had their prayer from a church on the 8th floo\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003er, then the  wife who just learnt to drive a car for 2 month tried to drive the jazz. Unfortunately, she hadn't used to drive through the spiral road of that ITC. So, th\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eat was why that car thrown away down by crashing the wall.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eWow, I took the pictures and recorded th\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003ee situation when the victim\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e being tried to  be evacuated, but unfortunately then my husband ask me to stop rec\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eording to get into the ITC, cause he didn't want our son saw that \"bleedy\" condition.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/Rk1sIzvdNwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LmcIw9VsFBY/s1600-h/Honda1.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;\" src\u003d\"http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/Rk1sIzvdNwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LmcIw9VsFBY/s200/Honda1.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065824054445684482\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eI was a little shaking with that witnessing experience,\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e but anywa\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003ey I thank god that\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e the Jazz was  not thrown down on me, when we passed that place to get to the motorcycle parking field!\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-2195803579963923941?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/2195803579963923941/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d2195803579963923941","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/2195803579963923941"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/2195803579963923941"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/05/crashed-honda-jazz.html","title":"Crashed Honda Jazz"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/Rk1tpjvdNxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/l35pxCxgSfM/s72-c/Honda2.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-4752684858080120330"},"published":{"$t":"2007-05-16T17:44:00.001+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-05-16T18:13:05.008+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"experience"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Date habit"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eOne of my uniqe habit is I usually give a  date to every stuff of when that things I bought, such as refrigerator, phonecell, standfan, dispenser, cupboard or even my son's bath tub. I do it in order to know what's the age of everything above whenever it got to be repaired. I write the date at the hidden place of the stuff it self, usually in hidden place at the corner. \u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eBut for now, I'm a little lazy to write the date of when those are bought, maybe because now I think it's not necessary to always write the date, or I already bored with this habit, which  I think is not very useful for my life. So, this is a useless story too huh?!\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-4752684858080120330?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/4752684858080120330/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d4752684858080120330","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/4752684858080120330"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/4752684858080120330"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/05/date-habit_16.html","title":"Date habit"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-8057749257200283557"},"published":{"$t":"2007-05-16T05:27:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-05-16T12:31:00.718+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"inspirations"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"The Rain"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eIn the several days, Jakarta get alot of rain, especially in the morning. Most people hate rain, but I'm not. I love rain, even it hard rain that's drop all over Jakarta, cause I think Jakarta's weather that's alway warm also always need to be refreshed.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eAs today, Jakarta in showered by continuously rain since in the early day l , I enjoy it, even my son has to go to school and he want to go by riding  his bicycle, and he doesn't want to be accompanied. So, I covered him by a rain coat, then watch him from distance, not to let him alone  in any bad journey possibility.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eBut dear rain, tomorrow is the beginning of a long weekend,please cancel your daily arrival till night, cause I don't want to miss this weekend just by staying at home.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-8057749257200283557?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/8057749257200283557/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d8057749257200283557","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/8057749257200283557"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/8057749257200283557"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/05/rain.html","title":"The Rain"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-1726687190993382695"},"published":{"$t":"2007-05-14T15:48:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-05-14T18:05:38.978+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"about friend"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"inspirations"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"friend"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eFriends, wise men say that we  will not ever get enough friend for our life. A good friend is a person to whom we can share about anything such as stories, happines or mostly, if I could say that is for most, our sadness. Cause we do never can deny that one of the therapy in losing our sadness is by sharing it with to a \"listenable\" fellow.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eBut, to get a real friend is not that easy as we shake our hand to introduce ourselves by telling our name to be a friend, cause not everyone who knows us will be able to be a good one to talk with as friend.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eI think one of the difficulties to have a friend or being a good friend  is have to be built inside ourselves mind first,  just like can we just understand people as we want to be understood by them? Can we listen to another as we want to be listened by them? And then, if we do finally find a kind of someone who's sharedable about anything, we  cannot always telling them our pityness life story cause it's gonna make our friend very bored to be our  friend.  I know it's very easy  to talk  about those perfect friend theories, but it is must be pretty hard to be done, cause every human has his egos which sometimes, or mostly,  wanna be the only one to be understood by all people around.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eAnd so, in my life, I never think I'm already a good friend, cause sometimes I hate another just because of their habit that is different with mine,  and that's a very bad ego habit right? So for now on, hopefully I'm not only can write this cheap wrote, but also can do the theory above to be a  good friend for another. Amin..\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e \u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-1726687190993382695?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/1726687190993382695/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d1726687190993382695","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/1726687190993382695"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/1726687190993382695"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/05/friend.html","title":"friend"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-6192611768697785399"},"published":{"$t":"2007-05-12T15:20:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-05-16T18:35:42.270+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"experience"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"When I was a kid"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eWhen I was a kid, I am such a very lazy girl. I didn't like to help my mother in every girly job at home such as cooking, mopping, washing and so on. My mother was usually upset  for this my  laziness, and sometimes of my careless, and so she used to always reminded me that I was gonna be a housewife in the next period of my adult life, that I had to be so diligent in doing any home job, but still, I was pretty difficult to be that nice girl. Maybe this bad habit  was because I have two elder brother who didn't ever had helped my mother either, so I became a little boyish who didn't like any girly tasks at home.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eAnd then, when my parent moved to another city when I was in high school, I realized that I had to turn my those habit to be 90 percent changed than before, cause from that time there were no more adult who could watch and taking care of us  in every second in every what we did. In that cause, I started to upgrade my daily activity schedule, since in what time  that I had to be awaken, taking care of my house, clean it up, off course, cooking, even just cooked a very easy meal, school,till every tiny  things that used to be done by my mother,  as washing my own clothes,  ironing it, and so washed my own used glasses and dishes.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eAs a beginner in that time, I was shocked and exhausted by the difference situation that I had to get without my mother. But fortunately, in the spirit of getting the maturity to prove to my parent that every thing is ok without any parents around and near us, then I finally could change myself became so tidy, dicipline, and manageable in every my daily things without them.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eI finally  really thank god that the moment when my parent moved to another city has really changed me become a good home care taking  girl, I think, cause since few years after my parents moved and when since I got married, I have never get any difficulties in doing my home job as a housewife and a mother.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-6192611768697785399?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/6192611768697785399"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/6192611768697785399"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-i-was-kid.html","title":"When I was a kid"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}]},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-5270622406539639253"},"published":{"$t":"2007-04-24T17:02:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-04-25T08:48:04.628+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"inspirasi"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"ego"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;\" \u003eSeringkali\u003c/span\u003e dalam kehidupan, orang gak pernah puas dengan hasil yang didapatnya, dalam satu sisi, ini berarti dia mempunyai semangat dalam mencari peningkatan mutu, tapi dalam sisi lain yang agak melenceng, ini bisa juga berarti dia \u003ca href\u003d\"http://noviantoagam.wordpress.com/2007/03/13/komsel-cowok/\"\u003etidak konsisten\u003c/a\u003e dengan sebuah pilihan.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;\" \u003eHal\u003c/span\u003e bagus kalo orang gak cepet puas adalah kalo dia ingin terus memperbaiki mutu kehidupannya, seperti pendapatan, kedisiplinan, lebih - lebih kalo iman. Tapi bakal ngaco adalah kalo orang selalu merasa ingin \u003ca href\u003d\"http://ayo-kumpul.blogspot.com/2007/03/tips-untuk-mendapatkan-pasangan-hidup.html\"\u003epasangan hidupnya\u003c/a\u003e bertipe sempurna  sesuai dengan harapannya.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;\" \u003eTapi\u003c/span\u003e kadang, kita sebagai manusia, perasaan memang gak bisa menipu, ada saja godaan - godaan yang membuat kita pengen \u003ca href\u003d\"http://my.opera.com/joozuzuzu/blog/show.dml/694207\"\u003eCCP\u003c/a\u003e lagi biar udah terikat ikrar, terutama kalo kita lagi bt atau ngedapetin kekurang sreg-an ama pasangan kita. Tapi juga, kadang hanya karena kejenuhan, kita bisa juga jadi ngelaba orang- orang baru yang lebih \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style: italic;\"\u003ekinclong\u003c/span\u003e, minimal CCP juga pada orang yang kira - kira bisa membuat hidup kita jadi lebih ber\"variasi\", apalagi kalo semasa singlenya ni cewe atawa cowo sudah hobi bikin 'cabang'. Misalkan kalo pada cowo, dia mendapatkan pemandangan ada orang laen yang lebih bahenol yang menggoda iman dan imin pada lingkungannya daripada dengan pasangannya, atau kalo pada cewe, dia mendapatkan ada orang lain yang lebih perhatian dan atau lebih ganteng daripada pasangannya\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:180%;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: rgb(255, 0, 0);\"\u003eKalo\u003c/span\u003e \u003c/span\u003eudah begini, lagi2 kita harus kembali pada komitmen awal sejak kita sudah bersumpah atas \u003ca href\u003d\"http://my.cypherhackz.net/archives/2007/03/24/5-tips-dalam-berpasangan/\"\u003ekesetiaan pada pasangan kita\u003c/a\u003e, yah kalo gak mampu menenangkan hati kalo bertemu pandang ama orang tipe idaman, minimal gak meneruskan perasaan mendua itu lah ya...\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-5270622406539639253?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5270622406539639253/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d5270622406539639253","title":"3 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/5270622406539639253"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/5270622406539639253"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/04/ego.html","title":"ego"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"3"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-4546027676991380384"},"published":{"$t":"2007-04-23T13:12:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-04-23T17:52:41.460+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"pengalaman seru"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"curhat"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"14 digit"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eSuatu ketika, gue beli 2 voucher isi ulang hp senilai 50.000 dan 100.000 perak, dan sesampe dirumah, gue langsung mengisikan pulsa yang 50.000 perak ke hp gue, dimana  waktu itu gue menggosok panel penutup 14 digit kode pulsa dengan menggunakan kuku , maklum pemalesan mo \u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003enyari logaman dulu neh, dan pengisian pulsa no. gue pun sukses. Akan tetapi, ketika melakukan hal yang sama pada panel penutup voucher yang 100.000 untuk gue isi'in ke no. laki gue, lo kok 14 digit yang dicari gak ada?! Gue panik agak tidak kepalang, lantaran ada sedikit kengerian bahwa voucher yang gue beli emang gak ada kode pulsa nya.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eLangsun\u003c/span\u003e\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://www.web-culture.de/images/v5.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;\" src\u003d\"http://www.web-culture.de/images/v5.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eg waktu itu gue balik lagi ke tempat pembelian voucher, ngelaporin apa yang t\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eel\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eah terjadi \u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003edengan si voucher dengan sikap yang tetep dibuat ten\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eang dan terkendali, khas gue, pada si petugas. Setelah dia per'ati'in, ternyata dia mendapatkan bahwa ada kesalahan cara penggosokan pada panel penutup, yaitu  diawal dengan menggosok  terlalu kuat  dari bagian sisi luar panel, sehingga menyebabkan plastik yang memuat 14 digit kode pulsa ikut terangkat dengan bersihnya.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eAgak2 nyesel n malu juga gue dibikinnya, gara2 sok tertib ngegoso\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003ek dari sisi paling luar dulu, bukan langsung dari tengah panel. Lalu si petugas voucher pun ngasih solusi supaya gue dateng langsung ke  kantor cs operator no. gue dengan membawa voucher yang terhapus tersebut, dimana untungnya lokasi kantor operator itu masih terbilang dekat dengan tempat tinggal gue.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eKeesokan harinya, sesudah ngater anak gue ke sekolah, gue berangkat ke kantor CS tersebut, disana gue dilayanin dengan cukup \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style: italic;\"\u003efriendly\u003c/span\u003e dan menenangkan, dimana setelah si CS mencatat \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-style: italic;\"\u003ebarcode\u003c/span\u003e yang ada pada voucher, dia berjanji akan mencarikan kode yang hilang, lalu akan menghubungi no.hp. laki gue untuk memberi tahukan no. kode tersebut paling cepat selama 24 jam dari sejak gue melaporkan hal itu. Maka setelah mendeng\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003earkan penjelasan tersebut guepun pulang dengan hati tenang, lalu memberitakan hasil pelaporan itu ke laki gue.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eTapi kebingungan sempat kembali terjadi ketika  di sore hari laki gue pulang dia bilang bahwa dia sama sekali belum mendapatkan telpon dari CS tersebut. Mendengarnya gue lagi2 deg2an karena dari sejak awalnya gue sudah merasa salah, gue jadi tambah ngerasa salah dengan pertanyaan2 yang cukup \"mendalam\" dari laki gue tentang pertem\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003euan gue dengan si CS hari sebelumnya, dan pada akhirnya kami berdua pun pasrah dan bertawakal aja atas kode pulsa yang tidak kunjung diberikan dgn menyisakan rasa gak enak ke pikiran gue.\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eAkhirnya pada siang dihari berikutnya, gue mendadak dapet telpon dari laki gue, dia lapor bahwa ternyata pihak operator akhirnya nelpon juga memberikan kode voucher itu secara jelas, seksama n dapet dipertanggung jawabkan, karena ternyata setelah dicoba memang benar bahw\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003ea kode yang diberikan memang kode pulsa senilai Rp.100.000, haaah leganya, karena kembali lagi Allah SWT mengabulkan do'a gue di kala subuh di hari itu, dengan permohonan agar si CS operator no.cdma itu cepet nelpon n ngasih no.kodenya, hihihi...hebat ya gue.....\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eMaka sejak saat itu, gue selalu ngegosok panel penutup kode pulsa dari arah tengah panel, yah daripada ilang lagi no.kodenya.. mendingan gue cari aman..\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-4546027676991380384?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/4546027676991380384/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d4546027676991380384","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/4546027676991380384"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/4546027676991380384"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/04/14-digit.html","title":"14 digit"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-6056972262933693691"},"published":{"$t":"2007-04-20T13:00:00.003+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2007-04-20T14:03:02.450+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"kesenangan"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"bingung"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;\"\u003eBeberapa waktu ini, anak gue demen banget ama lagunya andra \u0026 the backbone, musnah. Saking demennya, tiap dia pulang sekolah dia selalu minta diputerin  video  lagu  itu. Alhasil, supaya dia senang n gue juga aman, sesudah  mandi ,makan dan  ngerjain  PR, baru  dia boleh nyetel video itu.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cobject height\u003d\"350\" width\u003d\"425\"\u003e\u003cparam name\u003d\"movie\" value\u003d\"http://www.youtube.com/v/XggO3XrtyuQ\"\u003e\u003cparam name\u003d\"wmode\" value\u003d\"transparent\"\u003e\u003cembed src\u003d\"http://www.youtube.com/v/XggO3XrtyuQ\" type\u003d\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" wmode\u003d\"transparent\" height\u003d\"350\" width\u003d\"425\"\u003e\u003c/embed\u003e\u003c/object\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eSetiap dia  nyetel lagu itu, dia  pasti  berusaha untuk  menirukan  gaya si vokalis, salah satunya dengan menempelkan telapak tangannya yang mengepal ke dekat mulut, serasa mikrofon. Tapi payahnya peniruan ini termasuk dengan kekencangan suara sang vokalis. Dan tentu saja pemutaran video ini gak cuma sekali - duakali aja, kalo gue belum ngomel karena keberisikan atau kalau belum selesai nyuci, lagu si Andra dan Tulang punggung itu bakal terus diteriakkan ampe terdengar di seluruh rt 03.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eTapi jangan salah, meski dia sudah bisa menirukan nada - nada lagu itu dengan benar, tapi dia mengubah abis lirik aslinya, sehingga terciptalah suatu lagu parodi yang mungkin kalo didengar membuat Andra sendiri jadi bingung. Dari awal lagu, dia mencoba menyamakan lirik yang bisa didengarkannya, tapi coba bedain antara yang asli dengan versi anak gue waktu waktu reffrain;\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eAsli ;                                                         Anak gue;\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eSakit hatiku /                                               Sahira bingung  \u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e        Remuk jantungku/                                         Nyamuknya tubruk                                        \u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e        Untuk membencimu/                                      Nyamuknya sibuk\u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e        Musnahkan cintaku/                                       Musnahkan cintamu                                       \u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eTapi bagaimanapun juga pemutaran terus2an video lagu si Andra ini ada  untungnya, yaitu anak gue bisa mempunyai kegiatan baru dirumah , nyanyi, walau bikin kuping sakit, yah paling gak supaya dia gak ngerasa garing atau cuma main game perang - perangan mulu di komputer. Yah, mudah2an juga nanti ada lagu lain yang kira2 lebih beraliran santai -lah yang bisa nggantiin lagu musnah ini, supaya gue gak pusyiiing lagi. \u003c/span\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-6056972262933693691?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/6056972262933693691/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d6056972262933693691","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/6056972262933693691"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/6056972262933693691"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/04/bingung_6065.html","title":"bingung"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19563697.post-1344010259970765536"},"published":{"$t":"2007-04-19T12:45:00.000+07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2008-12-11T16:05:42.778+07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"pengalaman seru"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"hobi"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Roda fitri"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: verdana;\"\u003eSemasa gue kecil, gue termasuk anak yang pemalu abiss, introvert n pendiem. Sejak gue masuk TK, gue jarang banget ngobrol ngibrit ngalor ngidul ngutara ngelatan  ama temen - temen seangkatan gue\u003c/span\u003e.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eSemasa tk gue inget, gue paling takut \u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003editinggal pulang dulu ama nyokap gue, alhasil kalo ketahuan bahwa nyokap gue pulang dulu, gue bakalan ketakutan n nangis ampe guru2 paling bingung n m\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003ea\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eti2an untuk bisa mengibur gue.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RicWCPX8TDI/AAAAAAAAACU/3SaeCkdsJTE/s1600-h/kindergarten-killer-big.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src\u003d\"http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RicWCPX8TDI/AAAAAAAAACU/3SaeCkdsJTE/s200/kindergarten-killer-big.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055033334489173042\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eKepemaluan gue berlanjut ampe SD, disini gue sampe hampir gak pernah  mau maju kalo disuruh guru seni musik untuk nyanyi kedepan kelas, malah gue juga gak mau ikutan senam pagi rame2 ama temen2 yang lain, karena rasanya gue kok jadi diliatin semua orang, malu! Saking pemalunya juga, akibat ada salah satu temen sekelas gue yang pernah n\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003egeledekin gue waktu gue kepaksa ikut maen voli, gue jadi gak mau lagi ikut pelajaran olahraga praktek lagi selama berbulan -bulan, untung sedari kecil gue bisa berenang, jadi nilai pelajaran olahraga gue bisa terdongkrak jadi selalu  dapet nilai bagus.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RicY_PX8TEI/AAAAAAAAACc/M0M4Pse-0YY/s1600-h/sealion_swimming.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src\u003d\"http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RicY_PX8TEI/AAAAAAAAACc/M0M4Pse-0YY/s200/sealion_swimming.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055036581484448834\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eMasuk \u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.google.co.id/search?q\u003dSMP+site%3Akoeaingpisan.blogspot.com\u0026start\u003d0\u0026amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ie\u003dutf-8\u0026oe\u003dutf-8\u0026amp;client\u003dfirefox-a\u0026rls\u003dorg.mozilla:en-US:official\"\u003eSMP,\u003c/a\u003e disini gue mulai belajar nekat, melihat temen - temen seangkatan gue yang pada berani diukur daripada gue, gue coba -coba ikut pramuka, selain karena pengen nyobain, waktu itu waktu itu gue diem2 ingin menunjukkan juga pada dunia terutama abang2 gue  bahwa gue juga bisa kayak orang lain yang pada pemberani, lagi2 bila diukur daripada gue. Gue latihan baris, semaphore, morse, dan aneka militerisasi ala anak - anak lainnya.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eProgram pembuktian diri ini agaknya berhasil merubah sifat2 gue masa kecil yang apa2 isinan. Malah dengan mulainya gue sering ngumpul, organisasi, kongkow gak keruan ama temen2 r\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e senior, gue yang awalnya adalah anak rumahan berubah jadi anak sanggaran ( dulu base camp pramuka smp gue dinamain sanggar ). Yang awalnya dulu pulang sekolah langsung kerumah, berubah jadi ke sanggar dulu, sekedar untuk bertukar gosip, kira2 sejam, baru pulang ke rumah. Aduh jadi kangen masa2 SMP niiih..\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003ca onblur\u003d\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href\u003d\"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RicZ4fX8TFI/AAAAAAAAACk/DD2s-DuKBYA/s1600-h/04sn00.jpg\"\u003e\u003cimg style\u003d\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src\u003d\"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RicZ4fX8TFI/AAAAAAAAACk/DD2s-DuKBYA/s200/04sn00.jpg\" alt\u003d\"\" id\u003d\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055037565031959634\" border\u003d\"0\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003eMeningkat lagi ke \u003ca href\u003d\"http://www2.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d1344010259970765536\"\u003eSMA\u003c/a\u003e, disini gue gabung ke suatu perkumpulan pernafasan. Di perkumpulan ini gue menemukan bahwa ternyata para pelatih juga manusia, karena  diluar waktu latihan, mereka sama aja rumpinya..maka dikala SMA, tempat nongkrong gue adalah Sekretariat pernafasan ini. Tapi diam2, selain untuk ngobrol2 sana sini ternyata sekretariat ini juga jadi  tempat gue untuk mengharapkan kedatangan seseorang..hihiihiii...cinlok gitu, ama seorang pelatih yang juga seorang mahasiswa Teknik Sipil ITB, umur boleh agak jauh man, tapi yah namanya udah \u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.google.co.id/search?q\u003dcinta+site%3A+koeaingpisan.blogspot.com\u0026amp;start\u003d0\u0026amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ie\u003dutf-8\u0026oe\u003dutf-8\u0026amp;client\u003dfirefox-a\u0026rls\u003dorg.mozilla:en-US:official\"\u003ecinta\u003c/a\u003e..Uhuy..\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eMasuk kuliah, gue mulai banyak tugas dari dosen, maklum kuliah paket, jadwal kuliah sama dengan jadwal kerja, dari pagi ampe sore. Jadi untuk tempat nongkrong, paling di tempat kos temen kalo sedang wik en, or kalo lagi jam istirahat kuliah.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eNah, selepas nikah n punya \u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.google.co.id/search?q\u003danak+site%3Arudyprasetyo.blogspot.com\u0026amp;start\u003d0\u0026ie\u003dutf-8\u0026amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;oe\u003dutf-8\u0026client\u003dfirefox-a\u0026amp;rls\u003dorg.mozilla:en-US:official\"\u003eanak\u003c/a\u003e, sekarang gue kembali jadi orang rumahan, ya karena selain dah repot ngurus anak, rumah n suami, itu lo ongkosnya man, kalo misalkan gue masih aja kegatalan ngariung sana sini, minimal butuh duit untuk beli teh dingin yang dikemas dalam botol itu. Yah, namanya hidup, dia berputar ya.. kalo ada orang yang gak percaya dengan perputaran semodel gini dimasa hidupnya, dia mungkin gak bakal bisa mencapai ketenangan jiwa. Idup gue juga gitu kan, ya gak siiih..\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family:verdana;\"\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19563697-1344010259970765536?l\u003dfitrizen.blogspot.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/feeds/1344010259970765536/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID\u003d19563697\u0026postID\u003d1344010259970765536","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/1344010259970765536"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19563697/posts/default/1344010259970765536"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://fitrizen.blogspot.com/2007/04/roda-fitri.html","title":"Roda fitri"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"ms.f"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"09556636062312726601"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dxlTO3zpdL0/RicWCPX8TDI/AAAAAAAAACU/3SaeCkdsJTE/s72-c/kindergarten-killer-big.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"xmlns$thr":"http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0","$t":"2"}}]}});