<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800</id><updated>2012-01-25T06:20:27.765+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Riawan's Page</title><subtitle type='html'>And I'll be the greatest fan of your life....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-5559339752007372221</id><published>2008-05-15T18:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:48:41.924+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More about to come...</title><summary type='text'>Let say that I am eager to make new improvement on whichever I had in the future. Still on rough plan I guess but still I had to stick into it if I want to make it really happen. What I need is more concentration on what I had in front of me. Whatever it is, I really hope that the best effort I can put on it to make it happen.Meantime, still I am facing the same problem with her. Whatever I say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/5559339752007372221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=5559339752007372221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/5559339752007372221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/5559339752007372221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-about-to-come.html' title='More about to come...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-114377652600226741</id><published>2006-03-31T14:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T14:42:06.073+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about...</title><summary type='text'>There, finally that I have time to post something again. Maybe this is not as matter as other thing in this world but I feel an urge desires to somehow spills out some feeling inside me. Makes me feeling better after that. Well, there is no concrete progress yet on my plan to move into my new place, but sure, it is working. slowly. I hope that before too long it will be in motion for me to make a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/114377652600226741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=114377652600226741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/114377652600226741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/114377652600226741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-113748164897053496</id><published>2006-01-17T18:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T18:07:28.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's near...</title><summary type='text'>Rather than fulfilling my wish to move in quickly, I’ve been present with the looks that they haven’t move out from the house. Make me feeling so desperate on how to tell them in the right way  that the place I want it to be emptied very soon. Of course I know already how complicated it was the process because I’ve been there too. Jerks…!!! All I want is that they can keep their promise and not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/113748164897053496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=113748164897053496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/113748164897053496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/113748164897053496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-near.html' title='It&apos;s near...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-113581859121968169</id><published>2005-12-29T11:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:09:51.230+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Approaching...</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's near the time!!! Time for new era, new page in our life:D Maybe, for all of you are already preparing something cool to celebrate this event, or maybe doing nothing and accept it as an everyday go.Whatever it is, I'd like to say that the time is never coming back again, it'll pass your life and will be like that forever. Never regret it though:DOk, maybe next year will bring another(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/113581859121968169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=113581859121968169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/113581859121968169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/113581859121968169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-years-approaching.html' title='New Year&apos;s Approaching...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-113521279393757567</id><published>2005-12-22T11:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:59:05.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection...back over my life!!!</title><summary type='text'>Hi,there:D Probably, after it takes so long until I went to this whole story-writing again, I’ll take one step at a time again to tell everything that I’ve been through. Of course, there’s some reason behind this to happen again. Some are sad, some are quite “touchy”…But, on top of all, I’m happy to be here again:DMaybe, because this time is near the end of current year, I’ll take an attempt back</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/113521279393757567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=113521279393757567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/113521279393757567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/113521279393757567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/12/reflectionback-over-my-life.html' title='Reflection...back over my life!!!'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-113512647559658607</id><published>2005-12-21T11:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:54:35.606+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live....to myself:-)</title><summary type='text'>I know that I've almost lost in track with this "thingamajig"...(This word is cool eh??...look in the Dict...for the you who don't know the meaning:D)....I'm Back..that's for sure...:D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/113512647559658607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=113512647559658607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/113512647559658607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/113512647559658607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-liveto-myself.html' title='Long Live....to myself:-)'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-111535664950847407</id><published>2005-05-06T14:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:17:29.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It comes...very fast!!!</title><summary type='text'>Time is flying very fast for me now. Everything is come and go as they have no intention to make me stay in total control for them. Now, I think the time for me to make a new move, or I think that I should make a new one before it is too late to realize that I had already pinned down here forever. That's true that the hardest part in the process is to make a new step. Its needs a lots of courage </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/111535664950847407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=111535664950847407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/111535664950847407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/111535664950847407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-comesvery-fast.html' title='It comes...very fast!!!'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-111336848293137922</id><published>2005-04-13T14:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T15:01:22.933+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go again...</title><summary type='text'>I come back here again. After days of entertaining myself with a kind of dreams that I've thought I had it, I cannot avoid it that I must come back to the real world again. I think that's enough for me. Now I must deal with the real world with just myself in it [sigh]. Now, so many little things to do but until now everything in front of me is still unclear. Not until I discuss this with them. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/111336848293137922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=111336848293137922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/111336848293137922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/111336848293137922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I go again...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-111284463597486405</id><published>2005-04-07T12:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T13:30:35.976+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one...???</title><summary type='text'>Few days after, I felt a jaded feeling, that I don't know what I really want most after all of this. I feel that everything is so demanding for me after I arrive here. I need to choose from so many choices, eventhough that all choices are all important for my future. Once I choose from those options, I must stay on the course so I can get the result from my usaha. And that's I can't do it right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/111284463597486405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=111284463597486405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/111284463597486405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/111284463597486405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/04/which-one.html' title='Which one...???'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-111260159744833168</id><published>2005-04-04T17:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T17:59:57.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>First move...</title><summary type='text'>Everything seems like running very fast around me without giving  me any chance to preparing my next move. Some is good, others not. That's fine with me although until now I still cannot making any distinctive result over my own plan. And now, I'm here again, in a  place where I can't express my plan into a real action. Before I arrive, I felt a great desire to see her again. And that's makes me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/111260159744833168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=111260159744833168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/111260159744833168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/111260159744833168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-move.html' title='First move...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-111241004436689442</id><published>2005-04-02T12:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T12:47:24.366+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Era...</title><summary type='text'>New life! It's always not easy for us to adapt with it eventhough that in past we already live in it! That's life! Whatever! I must not going down with this but I must take this chance as a start point into my own future life.For everybody who think that I'm in a "break time" with this blog, that's partly true. I'm still in a transformation into a new surrounding, trying to put myself into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/111241004436689442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=111241004436689442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/111241004436689442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/111241004436689442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-era.html' title='New Era...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110828004666435434</id><published>2005-02-13T18:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:34:06.663+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Romantic Event</title><summary type='text'>Really confusing. Heading to a time that considered by most people (Really?) a time where all romantics feeling are filling up the air, I've got a bulls-eye type of questions that I didn't expected to come at this time. It's not that I didn't want to answer nor deny anything related to it, I just realize that I am really have no idea from where she can gather that kind of information and asking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110828004666435434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110828004666435434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110828004666435434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110828004666435434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/02/upcoming-romantic-event.html' title='Upcoming Romantic Event'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110721003230411484</id><published>2005-02-01T09:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T09:20:32.303+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It must be mean something for me! </title><summary type='text'>Well, we must become somewhat familiar with something that we faced everytime at last. There no reason to become worry too much about it. First time of doing it will be a big obstacle for sure. Mistakes is just a sign that we are just being a human, though. If we just take a lesson from it, a never give up attitude is a worthy prize.Although many problems seems not clear yet, I think that it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110721003230411484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110721003230411484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110721003230411484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110721003230411484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-must-be-mean-something-for-me.html' title='It must be mean something for me! '/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110681629734058959</id><published>2005-01-27T19:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:58:17.340+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow progress...</title><summary type='text'>I must say that I felt little bit distressed now, Helpless, too. I didn't want this to happen but it happens. What can I do about it? By the time is running out closer to the final day I stay here, much energy I spend on it. I want to change this to way I want but looks like that little changes happen. Also, not much progress I made about it. If I can say that I made a real progress (sigh...). </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110681629734058959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110681629734058959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110681629734058959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110681629734058959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/01/slow-progress.html' title='Slow progress...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110570542528894690</id><published>2005-01-14T23:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T23:23:45.286+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It sucks...!!!</title><summary type='text'>It's true, nothing will be happen if we're not start of doing it!...(Sigh.....). That's the hardest part actually...Hope that everything will be OK!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110570542528894690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110570542528894690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110570542528894690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110570542528894690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/01/it-sucks.html' title='It sucks...!!!'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110561818710267990</id><published>2005-01-13T23:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:09:47.103+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knows about it?</title><summary type='text'>Everything that we do in our life must be affects us in some way either its bad or good influences. Mostly we know it long after we experienced something important in our life that change the way we life. Of course not only these things that change our life. Many thing actually. How can we know that whatever we do in our life will brings good or bad into our path of life? We can't! But what we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110561818710267990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110561818710267990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110561818710267990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110561818710267990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/01/who-knows-about-it.html' title='Who knows about it?'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110551760958673964</id><published>2005-01-12T19:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T19:13:29.586+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Our life....is mean something!</title><summary type='text'>I think that the time you spent with someone special to you is worth every second of it. Even if when you spend your time with them the plan isn't going very well but its still worthless. Like your friends. With them, you can share on almost anything you can have with them. I've had the kind of great time like that, too. It's sad when you realize that sometimes you know that the great time you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110551760958673964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110551760958673964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110551760958673964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110551760958673964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/01/our-lifeis-mean-something.html' title='Our life....is mean something!'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110491956461773052</id><published>2005-01-05T21:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T21:06:04.616+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Our life, our story...goes on.</title><summary type='text'>Well, new year is already come. But for me, it's still the same feeling that I've had before. I almost cannot think anything when the news about the tragedy struck me in the eyes through blistering news and update info about it. That's enough! Though that I didn't have any real involvement the relief effort, I wish that everything will be run well even if it will takes years to mend it. From the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110491956461773052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110491956461773052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110491956461773052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110491956461773052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2005/01/our-life-our-storygoes-on.html' title='Our life, our story...goes on.'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110418389364178807</id><published>2004-12-28T08:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T08:44:53.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I ready or not?...</title><summary type='text'>Something that make me thinking about this is that they're already a step ahead of me about one thing. And that's makes me somehow think that what happen with me? What's wrong? Am I scared or not ready yet to move forward? Somehow they are affects me with their attractiveness that makes me somehow thinking that I am lucky enough to know them in such way that brings me some happy and sad moment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110418389364178807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110418389364178807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110418389364178807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110418389364178807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/12/am-i-ready-or-not.html' title='Am I ready or not?...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110371024733934540</id><published>2004-12-22T21:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:10:47.340+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The best you ever had...in your life!</title><summary type='text'>Is it our life now is the reflection from the past? What would you ask for if you have the chance to select what your life is in the future? Probably the best thing that you can do is asking to become the better person from what you are now. I cannot tell you why but I think that what we have now is the best thing that can happen in your life. For now. So, enjoy your life. Never regret on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110371024733934540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110371024733934540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110371024733934540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110371024733934540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/12/best-you-ever-hadin-your-life.html' title='The best you ever had...in your life!'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110358193964190175</id><published>2004-12-21T09:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:32:19.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad moment...</title><summary type='text'>It's very difficult for me now to handle this by myself. It is not that I didn't want them to be here but it just that what I've should do to make the time they'll spend here is worthwhile. And that's difficult to be done especially with my situation right now. And I feels like that they think that everything will be OK once they've get here. They just want to come here. That's all. But it's not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110358193964190175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110358193964190175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110358193964190175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110358193964190175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/12/sad-moment.html' title='Sad moment...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110301394036637206</id><published>2004-12-14T19:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T19:45:40.366+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Going...going...gone!</title><summary type='text'>After all, it's not good to keep waiting until the very last minute to do something, right? Well, that's not exactly what was happen to me lately, but yeah, some event has had to do with it. I cannot be there when it happens, mostly because right now I live here. Not there. I thought that with the time that I've got here, I still can manage to prepare something special for them but in reality, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110301394036637206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110301394036637206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110301394036637206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110301394036637206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/12/goinggoinggone.html' title='Going...going...gone!'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110268231322465700</id><published>2004-12-10T23:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T23:58:37.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing...huh?</title><summary type='text'>At last, one step in my life is completed. Of course I am happy with this. Although this kind of situation is already happen to me once, several years ago, believe me or not, this is also surprises me in a way that still I can reach this point. It happen because of my sense of stupidity that leads me to say blatantly that I want to further my knowledge through this way. Silly isn't it? I 'll tell</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110268231322465700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110268231322465700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110268231322465700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110268231322465700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/12/amazinghuh.html' title='Amazing...huh?'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110245835764317869</id><published>2004-12-08T09:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T09:25:57.643+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about...!</title><summary type='text'>Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone. And I never see my old friends face, For life is a swift and terrible race, He knows I like him just as well, As in the days when I rang his bell. And he rang mine if, we were younger then, And now we are busy, tired men. Tired of playing a foolish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110245835764317869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110245835764317869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110245835764317869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110245835764317869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/12/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about...!'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110241754795593515</id><published>2004-12-07T22:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T06:44:09.773+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New commenting system installed</title><summary type='text'>Just want to say that I've changed the old commenting system with a new one but it is also deleting (change?) all the old comments for each posting. I don't know how to make it appear again. Is anyone know howto do it? Sorry:D Thanks to Micko for his suggestion for this changes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110241754795593515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110241754795593515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110241754795593515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110241754795593515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-commenting-system-installed.html' title='New commenting system installed'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110224521169431624</id><published>2004-12-05T20:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:13:31.696+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What the f... is this?...</title><summary type='text'>What do you feel if there is something bothering you but you cannot do anything to fix it? What will you do if this will cause you feels irritating with everything around you? Well, don't tell me your answers yet because I am also feels much the same as your feeling about it. Not that I cannot deal with it but it just that make me didn't think clearly about the real problem ahead of me now. While</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110224521169431624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110224521169431624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110224521169431624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110224521169431624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-f-is-this.html' title='What the f... is this?...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110206664960463174</id><published>2004-12-03T20:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T20:42:55.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You believe this?...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110206664960463174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110206664960463174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110206664960463174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110206664960463174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-believe-this.html' title='You believe this?...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110192762568313802</id><published>2004-12-02T06:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T06:07:22.293+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is coming...</title><summary type='text'>First day on summer has passes. Started with cloudy and windy day. This will gradually change though. Seems to me that usual situation will not change as planned but who knows? I did not say that I'm not happy with this but it seems to me that it will takes more times to solve it. And I am already decided to change this situation by starts looking for new place. It wont happen now but yeah, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110192762568313802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110192762568313802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110192762568313802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110192762568313802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/12/summer-is-coming.html' title='Summer is coming...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110137945799202775</id><published>2004-11-25T21:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T21:44:17.993+11:00</updated><title type='text'>And now...</title><summary type='text'>Something is happen. It is not that I am expecting this to happen onto me, but this is really unexpected! And I don't know the result from this occurence upon my life:D (Sounds like it's really important eh?). Actually it can happen to everybody at any time and at any place. I've lost something when I think that it'll never happen upon me (that's true...until now!) I cannot say aboutwhat was I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110137945799202775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110137945799202775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110137945799202775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110137945799202775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-now.html' title='And now...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110077541151161044</id><published>2004-11-18T21:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:56:51.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So...confusing!!!</title><summary type='text'>Let just say that I'm not happy with this situation right now. Something bother me and I cannot sure which one. Of course that I know already what problems that happen lately but that it's not enough to draw the conclusion that it was the source for this situation occurs. Still, there are some other things that makes me feel angry and helpless about this situation but I cannot find the right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110077541151161044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110077541151161044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110077541151161044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110077541151161044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/11/soconfusing.html' title='So...confusing!!!'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110034841394283884</id><published>2004-11-13T23:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T23:20:13.943+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why???......</title><summary type='text'>Got pretty tired because of what I did in last couple of days but its nothing compared with something that might comes up later. I still don't understand why someone's good deed is being deliberately misused? Did he doesn't have a heart all all? I don't say that I am a good person too, I don't care about whatever people say about me, but still I have sensitivity over someone's circumtances. If I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110034841394283884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110034841394283884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110034841394283884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110034841394283884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/11/why.html' title='Why???......'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-110008783184727139</id><published>2004-11-10T22:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T04:06:09.173+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...What's Next?</title><summary type='text'>Start to rev up my body and my mind again, although it's not completely successful. Well, sort of...:D Maybe in next few days, I can get a clear view about what I am going to do next after this and this time, for sure. Want to make a phone call to someone, but I think I'll wait 'til everything is clear. She'll be there anyway but I'm not sure whether this news will change the situation between us</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/110008783184727139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=110008783184727139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110008783184727139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/110008783184727139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/11/hmmmwhats-next.html' title='Hmmm...What&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109999970898148454</id><published>2004-11-09T22:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T13:31:05.473+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this the end? Or....</title><summary type='text'>Pheewww....I must say that I am very relieve to feel that all (almost actually...*with devilish grin*) my weight is just like being lift up from my shoulder. I'm not too happy nor too sad. I don't know exactly what happen. Little bit blank of everything. There is no joy feeling like used to be. I didn't say that I am not happy with this condition, but I just want to say that actually this is just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109999970898148454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109999970898148454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109999970898148454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109999970898148454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/11/is-this-end-or.html' title='Is this the end? Or....'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109981980965336747</id><published>2004-11-07T20:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:30:09.653+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Duuuu..duuuu...duuuu....!!!</title><summary type='text'>It's almost came...Can I make it?Or....Well, It came to me anyway...No worries, mate!Take care everyone, ciao!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109981980965336747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109981980965336747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109981980965336747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109981980965336747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/11/duuuuduuuuduuuu_109981980965336747.html' title='Duuuu..duuuu...duuuu....!!!'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109917549187376021</id><published>2004-10-31T09:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T10:15:00.696+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Saving Time...</title><summary type='text'>It's came again! Daylight Saving Time. Although it was common in this area, not all of us will have the opportunity to experience it at first hand, or even know anything about it:D Checkthis and this out as well...I never realize that this occurence will have so many purpose,take care everyone,Ciao!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109917549187376021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109917549187376021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109917549187376021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109917549187376021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/10/daylight-saving-time.html' title='Daylight Saving Time...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109658806561884218</id><published>2004-10-01T09:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T09:47:45.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stop it...</title><summary type='text'>  From now on, I don't know exactly how I'm feeling over this one. With every single day is come and go, and the time is running fast (I feel it like that in some way...) and just pass over me like nothing happen, it seems that it makes me going to think. What happen with me? Of course I look OK, in fact, nothing strange thing happens over me. I live in normal way. Wake up every morning, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109658806561884218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109658806561884218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109658806561884218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109658806561884218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/10/cant-stop-it.html' title='Can&apos;t stop it...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109608367279430210</id><published>2004-09-25T13:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T11:03:22.270+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Gmail...interested?</title><summary type='text'>Just want to say that 3 (three) Gmail invitation available from me:D If you're interested, just put some comment on this post and I'll put you in it. What do you think? First come, first to be served. So, hurry up, place is limited. Many thanks to Enda who also make this happen for me. Take care everybody, have a nice weekend. Ciao!PS: Don't forget to put your email address in....:D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109608367279430210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109608367279430210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109608367279430210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109608367279430210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-gmailinterested.html' title='It&apos;s Gmail...interested?'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109590312010668776</id><published>2004-09-23T11:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T11:32:00.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wait...and see what happen, ok?</title><summary type='text'>Whoa... What a stressful and upsetting days for me lately! That's why I found it is difficult to write something into this blog and update it. Maybe this is also happens to all of you but anyway, life is goes on, right? Whatever we say or do to avoid it, it'll always comes back to you again until you have some courage to conquer it and get the good from it. Be positive of everything even if it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109590312010668776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109590312010668776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109590312010668776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109590312010668776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-waitand-see-what-happen-ok.html' title='Just wait...and see what happen, ok?'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109529812715800563</id><published>2004-09-16T11:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T11:28:47.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Get started...again</title><summary type='text'>Well, I think that afer sometimes I've never put anything new on this page, I'll start to write something even though that there's nothing important or interesting happen except that for more than 5 days I felt helpless over my project. No new progress so far makes me thining that there's something happen and something must be done to fixing this up. But what? Well, maybe tomorrow I'll start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109529812715800563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109529812715800563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109529812715800563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109529812715800563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/09/get-startedagain.html' title='Get started...again'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109471956768143689</id><published>2004-09-09T18:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T21:36:21.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Riawa(n) Race...</title><summary type='text'>Wow....I think that I am sure to be the luckiest man in the world by (almost) not becoming one of them right now, even in the future (maybe)...:D I wonder how they're look a like? Any idea? Ciao...!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109471956768143689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109471956768143689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109471956768143689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109471956768143689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/09/riawan-race.html' title='Riawa(n) Race...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109452714747669280</id><published>2004-09-07T13:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T13:19:07.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus man...focus!!!</title><summary type='text'>It hit me again yesterday… I don't know why I feel so mad and annoy about everything around me. Not that I express it forcefully, I just feels it inside my heart but it makes me cannot think clearly. It makes me a headache too. Damn… C’mon, why I still feel so uncomfortable about it? The idea of they’re still stay in the house almost make me to loose my desire to eat. With everything will back to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109452714747669280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109452714747669280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109452714747669280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109452714747669280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/09/focus-manfocus.html' title='Focus man...focus!!!'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109442650226934696</id><published>2004-09-06T08:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T09:22:50.846+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a rollercoaster...</title><summary type='text'> There's always a sad feeling when you realize that at the moment you find someone special in your life and starts to manage your relationship, you have to leave her for some reason that you cannot understand and starts thingking why on earth I have to do this. At the moment you think that the world is not fair to you and many unpleasant feeling leave you in a jaded situation when you already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109442650226934696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109442650226934696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109442650226934696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109442650226934696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/09/life-is-like-rollercoaster.html' title='Life is like a rollercoaster...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109408331314895313</id><published>2004-09-02T10:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T11:25:18.366+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be the greatest fan of your life...</title><summary type='text'>"I'll Be"The strands in your eyes that color them wonderfulStop me and steal my breathEmeralds from mountains thrust toward the skyNever revealing their depthTell me that we belong togetherDress it up with the trappings of loveI'll be captivatedI'll hang from your lipsInstead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above[*]I'll be your crying shoulderI'll be love suicideI'll</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109408331314895313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109408331314895313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109408331314895313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109408331314895313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/09/ill-be-greatest-fan-of-your-life.html' title='I&apos;ll be the greatest fan of your life...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109392030960136363</id><published>2004-08-31T13:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T20:19:23.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reflection to myself...</title><summary type='text'>It is true that as we are human beings, we may do something wrong sometimes. But it is also true that we’re able to change it into a better situation. So, if I reflect that with my current situation, I believe that this time I’ll do whatever silly and stupid things this time even choose not to do my project. But also I’m aware of the costs from it and therefore, after I take some times to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109392030960136363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109392030960136363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109392030960136363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109392030960136363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/08/reflection-to-myself.html' title='A Reflection to myself...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109351113918340071</id><published>2004-08-26T18:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T22:13:46.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday </title><summary type='text'>Birthdays should be a special time as everyone should know.It means living another year, another year to grow.Birthday should be a special time for each to then reflect,on the past and on the present and what the future might expect.Birthdays should be a special time for Pande Made Riawan Suarjaya to start anew,setting goals and working to make each and every dream come true.Happy birthday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109351113918340071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109351113918340071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109351113918340071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109351113918340071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday '/><author><name>anggraeni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v166/anggra263/0403-drop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109343929127908256</id><published>2004-08-25T22:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T23:10:50.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, Go, Go...!</title><summary type='text'>Nothing is more distressing than have no money in the pocket and lost keys that will upsetting your life. It's happens to me right now. Always ring the neighbor every time I want to enter the apartment leave a spite that I have to accept although they never mind to open the door as long as they are at home and knew who we are. Well, the cost for that key is not cheap and although usually we know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109343929127908256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109343929127908256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109343929127908256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109343929127908256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/08/go-go-go.html' title='Go, Go, Go...!'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109321813110820671</id><published>2004-08-23T09:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T09:42:11.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I've pass it.....Damn!</title><summary type='text'>Damn...Finally, one thing that I've been waiting for for some time has become a reality. I pass that subject with good score:D....and I dont think that I'll repeat or follow the online lecture or submits the assignment anymore...ever! Or, maybe I should check it first with the coordinator? Anyway, glad that the result is beyond what I've expected...and I'm very happy with that. One pressure on my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109321813110820671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109321813110820671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109321813110820671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109321813110820671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-pass-itdamn.html' title='I&apos;ve pass it.....Damn!'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109300261734907856</id><published>2004-08-20T21:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T03:25:59.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's because of....</title><summary type='text'>Do you still thinking about some sweet memories that you ever have with someone from your past that you care, love and think a lot of long time ago? Do you still have a strong desire to repeat it? What would you do to then? Make a phone call to surprise him/her or send a romantic cards tells that you still thinking of him/her? Well, let's see it from different point of view. Do you think that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109300261734907856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109300261734907856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109300261734907856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109300261734907856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-because-of.html' title='It&apos;s because of....'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109278759642541602</id><published>2004-08-18T09:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T10:06:36.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is running very slow...(maybe...)</title><summary type='text'>I don't know exactly what happen in the last 2 days but it's like everything around me is running very slowly... work, home, school and also money...:D just little progress or nothing new! Well, not all actually, because I've receive one call yesterday about today's job at Bunnings :D and tomorrow they ask me to make phone call to them again about available possible jobs during following weeks. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109278759642541602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109278759642541602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109278759642541602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109278759642541602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/08/time-is-running-very-slowmaybe.html' title='Time is running very slow...(maybe...)'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109231755854410756</id><published>2004-08-12T22:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:32:38.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><summary type='text'>We're never know from where we'll learn about the greatness of friendships. Lots of unexpected ways leads us to know and learn about its greatness. Most of you must be agree that true friend are rare. But even from the person whose we never met, we can find it. Like my experience in the last two weeks, my new habit of blogwalking have found this place whose her writing attracts lots of pro's and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109231755854410756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109231755854410756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109231755854410756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109231755854410756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109209513691224113</id><published>2004-08-10T08:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T09:45:36.913+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Celebrate...</title><summary type='text'>Mmmm... It's been a while since I'm not sending any posts into my blog:D It is not because I have no mood to write, it just that I have no idea about what I'm going to write down and publish here. My mind is full of other thing that suddenly block my idea to write. Although I have a wonderful weekend last week, well... not a weekend actually because I spent about 2 days and 1 night here on last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109209513691224113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109209513691224113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109209513691224113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109209513691224113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/08/lets-celebrate.html' title='Let&apos;s Celebrate...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109153345614318796</id><published>2004-08-03T20:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T21:44:16.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is impede me!</title><summary type='text'>How's your feeling when something didn't fit your original thought? Well, quite annoying isn't it? Although it just a little plan for your big picture, but sometimes it will hinder your progress toward something you're after for! Maybe, that happens because you're not put a complete actions to make it happens or because something forcing it to make it impossible to you to get the result quickly. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109153345614318796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109153345614318796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109153345614318796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109153345614318796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/08/something-is-impede-me.html' title='Something is impede me!'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109149838581445995</id><published>2004-08-03T11:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T15:57:02.193+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think about this?</title><summary type='text'>When doing my blog-walk, I found this place from her blog...anyway, give it a try! I've been try it myself and voila....What do you think?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109149838581445995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109149838581445995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109149838581445995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109149838581445995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-do-you-think-about-this.html' title='What do you think about this?'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109141024771829693</id><published>2004-08-02T11:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T11:33:59.743+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My reading, What yours?...</title><summary type='text'>You cannot be in two places at once.Yet no matter where you find yourself,you keep wondering whether you ought to be somewhere else.Your attention is divided, your loyalty is torn andyou do not seem able to draw on your normal ability to establish clear priority.Yet you really will not make a wrong choice no matter what you choose.Unless you elect to keep seeing your goalsand objectives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109141024771829693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109141024771829693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109141024771829693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109141024771829693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-reading-what-yours.html' title='My reading, What yours?...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109110958021194323</id><published>2004-07-29T23:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T23:59:40.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, this picture shows a one view of Melbourne CDB (Central District business) from south bank of Yarra River on a clear-afternoon day in the winter. Enjoy! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109110958021194323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109110958021194323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109110958021194323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109110958021194323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/07/well-this-picture-shows-one-view-of.html' title=''/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109092066759699655</id><published>2004-07-27T19:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T22:18:24.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My recent visit to my previous campus, La Trobe University and also the very final stay for Dimas (middle) in Australia.Posted by Hello</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109092066759699655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109092066759699655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109092066759699655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109092066759699655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-recent-visit-to-my-previous-campus.html' title=''/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109075720041260865</id><published>2004-07-25T22:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T22:09:22.133+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold War Part Deux???....</title><summary type='text'>Starts from tomorrow morning, my life are changed a little bit. No more, wake up in the dark-cold-freezing morning again, although I am starts to enjoy it a little bit. I think that if it is possible, I will start to look for the same job again in another place. Let us see it, OK? Today, it is almost a week since the uncomfortable situation happens with them and I assume that I will be fine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109075720041260865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109075720041260865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109075720041260865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109075720041260865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/07/cold-war-part-deux.html' title='Cold War Part Deux???....'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109054587504820803</id><published>2004-07-23T10:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T11:26:30.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'>We're not living alone...</title><summary type='text'>Do you know why we are always trying to speak about someone's bad attitudes or habits on their back? Never trying to speak directly to them? Are we afraid they will not like us anymore or we just do not want to hurt their feeling? Many answers will rise from these type of questions for sure:D Why don't we just ignore it and continues our own life? Well, whatever we choose and do about all of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109054587504820803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109054587504820803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109054587504820803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109054587504820803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/07/were-not-living-alone.html' title='We&apos;re not living alone...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109029817755914860</id><published>2004-07-20T14:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T14:58:09.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Blue...</title><summary type='text'>I must say that one little unexpected thing can turn a whole thing upside down! There no given sign of that happens but the effect of it can make your darkest nightmare comes true!:D Well, I just want to say don't underestimate a tiny little thing that happens in your life. Sometimes it can make a big impact on your life! The way you cope with it will determines whether you are ready or not when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109029817755914860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109029817755914860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109029817755914860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109029817755914860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/07/out-of-blue.html' title='Out of the Blue...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-109005388317463728</id><published>2004-07-17T18:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T10:23:55.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold but good weekend...</title><summary type='text'>Well, last week especially weekend is the hardest day for each week. That because newspaper has a huge amount of papers inside it and also the weather is cold-bloody freezing in the early morning. Plus a cold-dripping rains and strong winds, make my days was completely "good":D 8 degree Celcius in the morning!!! and yesterday is almost 5 degree Celcius! Well, I'm sure everybody will choose to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/109005388317463728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=109005388317463728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109005388317463728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/109005388317463728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/07/cold-but-good-weekend.html' title='Cold but good weekend...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108998069623154904</id><published>2004-07-16T21:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T03:23:10.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The works takes it's toll on me...</title><summary type='text'>Damn it! I did it again...I am even didn't realize it! I must apologize you for this! Anyway the work really takes its toll on me today! It drains my energy to the minimum level and almost make me wake up late this morning to do another job. Fortunately, yesterday is the last day and thank god I made the right decision to leave early, otherwise I'll have a completely different story for today:D </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108998069623154904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108998069623154904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108998069623154904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108998069623154904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/07/works-takes-its-toll-on-me.html' title='The works takes it&apos;s toll on me...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108977886754883926</id><published>2004-07-14T14:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T14:21:07.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>which one is taller?Posted by Hello</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108977886754883926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108977886754883926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108977886754883926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108977886754883926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/07/which-one-is-tallerposted-by-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108951230213606134</id><published>2004-07-11T11:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T12:18:22.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs Better Understanding...</title><summary type='text'>As far as I can remember, for the past one week I've been through some of the emotional experience that I thought it's affect me in some way. I think all of that helps me to deepen my understanding about different types of human personality and how to deal with it. It's more frustrating when we're trying to confront it with our logical thought than we just accept it as it was. We're here not to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108951230213606134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108951230213606134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108951230213606134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108951230213606134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/07/needs-better-understanding_11.html' title='Needs Better Understanding...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108900155590187652</id><published>2004-07-05T14:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T14:10:17.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Unclear Sight...</title><summary type='text'>It is not easy every time when we are trying to make a prediction about what a good thing or bad thing that will happen to us today, as we are not have power over our destiny (or should we call it assurance?), isn't it? No, I'm not trying to be a psychic here or clairvoyant over my life. Let it happens naturally, although I wish I can know it beforehand. I hope that everything will runs as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108900155590187652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108900155590187652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108900155590187652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108900155590187652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/07/unclear-sight.html' title='Unclear Sight...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-10888066762840746</id><published>2004-07-03T08:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T08:17:30.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Recipe for...</title><summary type='text'>Do you know what the recipe to keep a relationship alive and last forever? Long enough to remember that we're still together with the same person? Well I bet we're not having the truest answers for that, right? Well, I'll not mention someone in particular although I want to do that but perhaps it is better to keep it out this way. I think a good understanding and willingness to listen to each </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/10888066762840746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=10888066762840746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/10888066762840746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/10888066762840746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/07/recipe-for.html' title='The Recipe for...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108805323190844717</id><published>2004-06-24T14:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T15:00:31.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I stupid? Or...</title><summary type='text'>Do you familiar with one situation when you have to help your friend because he/she desperately needs your help and you cannot say a no-word about it? Especially when they are needs a financial aid and nobodies can help them now except you? To make it worst, you instantly agree to help them because you feel sorry about their condition and beside that, at that time you have spare money to lend it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108805323190844717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108805323190844717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108805323190844717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108805323190844717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/06/am-i-stupid-or.html' title='Am I stupid? Or...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108787766623289900</id><published>2004-06-22T13:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T14:14:26.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been so long since my last post :)</title><summary type='text'>i think bono understand me :D, check this out:I have climbed the highest mountainsI have run through the fieldsOnly to be with youOnly to be with youI have run I have crawledI have scaled these city wallsOnly to be with youBut I still haven't foundWhat I'm looking forBut I still haven't foundWhat I'm looking forI have kissed honey lipsFelt the healing in her fingertipsIt burned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108787766623289900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108787766623289900' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108787766623289900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108787766623289900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-been-so-long-since-my-last-post.html' title='it&apos;s been so long since my last post :)'/><author><name>anggraeni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v166/anggra263/0403-drop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108752608761620025</id><published>2004-06-18T12:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T12:34:47.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay around...</title><summary type='text'>For last couple of days, my life is like a roller-coaster for me. Up and down, right to left, swing back and forth and so on. It happens because of new schedule for me every day. I need to wake up very early in the freezing and cold day, sometimes with strong wind and rains that feels like i'm living in the arctic! That's what I thought because after spend almost two year here, I'm still not get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108752608761620025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108752608761620025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108752608761620025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108752608761620025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/06/stay-around.html' title='Stay around...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108717955709563384</id><published>2004-06-14T12:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T12:19:17.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'>At last...</title><summary type='text'>There are some reason why you cannot perform well while you're expecting a good result from what you've done. Maybe the biggest cause from all of these reason is there is not enough preparation to handle unexpected problems that might comes up. What do you think the next reason for this? I think, undermining the real problem that lies beneath it. Yeah, that's right. You will get caught in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108717955709563384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108717955709563384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108717955709563384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108717955709563384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/06/at-last.html' title='At last...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108652864050138403</id><published>2004-06-06T23:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T23:30:40.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...???</title><summary type='text'>I got the effect of continuous bad days that happens here. Get cold and cough and also headache for the last two days. What a mess! At first I don't think that I will get that easily but my body reacts differently. I think I will need a good rest to recover my condition as I need to finish the assignment quickly before its submission time. Hopefully that I can finish it quickly. Nothing special </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108652864050138403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108652864050138403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108652864050138403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108652864050138403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/06/why.html' title='Why...???'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108636020523384332</id><published>2004-06-05T00:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T00:43:25.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Days...</title><summary type='text'>I thought that to finish something is much more difficult than to start doing it, isn't? Maybe you think that's not true but, that's what I feel now. I need to finish it. To me, this time is like walking through a snowy road, slippery yet difficult to maintain pace with other. I don't say that I'm already quitting my war here but sometimes it is difficult for me to stay on track. Hopefully I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108636020523384332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108636020523384332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108636020523384332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108636020523384332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/06/gloomy-days.html' title='Gloomy Days...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108618240222118359</id><published>2004-06-02T23:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T23:20:02.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so...</title><summary type='text'>Another cold and cloudy day, and also windy.This morning and I thought that it would be better if  I just give up to wake up and continue to snuggle under my warm and smooth blanket all day:D But actually I cant complain about it, right? just enjoy the days before the real winter come. Well, that's only on your dream though:D The fact is, I had to wake up and prepare for the test which is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108618240222118359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108618240222118359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108618240222118359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108618240222118359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/06/not-so.html' title='Not so...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108580254076770908</id><published>2004-05-29T13:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T13:49:00.940+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Day...</title><summary type='text'>I think only a little bit people in our country know about Saraswati, am I right? Well, we're a Big Country with so many population and many religion so no wonder in particular area there are some special event that other people even do not know it is exist. I though just with this knowledge maybe we're can understand each other with more respect, something that missing in our social live </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108580254076770908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108580254076770908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108580254076770908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108580254076770908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/special-day.html' title='Special Day...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108558285750751032</id><published>2004-05-27T00:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T00:47:37.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Struggling...</title><summary type='text'>At last, I can submitted the assignment and also make a presentation session but with a minor problem, I cannot speak fluently! What a fuss! Still two to go and well, this time I think  will be difficult, less than two days to finish it and little information. Still having a jaded feeling from this morning presentation makes me like an idiot person, know nothing to do, everything is blank on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108558285750751032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108558285750751032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108558285750751032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108558285750751032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/still-struggling.html' title='Still Struggling...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108549394941602127</id><published>2004-05-25T23:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T00:05:49.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieve...</title><summary type='text'>What happen if you are running out of time while you still have a huge amount of task on your schedule? Stress, angry? I'm sure you are. What else? Confuse? Well, that's should be:D But what happen if you finish some of that on schedule? You'll feel really happy and relieve, isn't it? Like some of the heavy weight on your shoulder have been lifted and you can breathe with ease again. That's what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108549394941602127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108549394941602127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108549394941602127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108549394941602127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/relieve.html' title='Relieve...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108540357644446885</id><published>2004-05-24T22:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T22:48:35.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Day....</title><summary type='text'>Almost 11 pm when I'm arrived at home today, what a hard and long day. But I'll get used to it:D Ok, today, well as you thought, I'm trying to finishing my assignment with, still something missing and that's the problem. I don't know what should I do with some my data, what a mess! But gradually, one of my friend told me in the easiest way to do it and hopefully I can finished today before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108540357644446885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108540357644446885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108540357644446885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108540357644446885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/hard-day_24.html' title='Hard Day....'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108515098668174329</id><published>2004-05-22T00:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T08:28:31.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Progress...</title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am again. Not achieve something new though:D. Okay, today I've learned some thing new related to my knowledge other than Civil Engineering that, in some ways, helping me to understand how to work with computer programs:D Understand? Well, you can see over what I've done here, and don't forget to look in the bottom of this page...try it:DThis day, I've made some progress in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108515098668174329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108515098668174329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108515098668174329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108515098668174329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/little-progress.html' title='Little Progress...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108496799755048378</id><published>2004-05-19T21:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T10:19:36.463+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Will, Wit, Grit...</title><summary type='text'>I don't know if you ever feel like what I feel today. If you open your eyes over what happens around you, I am sure that you will find that you are not the only person who have problems. That's true! Very often that we feel or thinking why this is happen to me, can I make it, or the worst, why on earth that I am the only one who gets into trouble, what about others? It's not fair! I'm sure that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108496799755048378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108496799755048378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108496799755048378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108496799755048378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/will-wit-grit.html' title='Will, Wit, Grit...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108486271611216783</id><published>2004-05-18T16:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T16:45:16.113+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was a quite hard rain yesterday, I was complaining about everything that day, about the rain, about the air conditioner (gosh! its like a sauna inside the car), about my lecturer haven’t sign my recommendation letter and all my unfinished things that day, about traffic jam, when I suddenly saw some boys still in their junior high uniforms playing in the hard rain and the jump into a truck in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108486271611216783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108486271611216783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108486271611216783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108486271611216783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/it-was-quite-hard-rain-yesterday-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>anggraeni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v166/anggra263/0403-drop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108467488455748667</id><published>2004-05-16T12:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T12:34:44.556+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep going...</title><summary type='text'>I don't know exactly what happen with me for the past couple of days but what I know exactly is that I haven't finished almost all of my assignment. That's the fact! Well, I hope that with a new energy with, of course, a little bit of luck I can finished it. Well nothing much to say that this is really put a heavy pressure to me where I cannot avoid at the end, in fact, I must face it and finish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108467488455748667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108467488455748667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108467488455748667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108467488455748667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/keep-going.html' title='Keep going...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108437093690758021</id><published>2004-05-12T23:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T00:08:56.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I...?</title><summary type='text'>This morning I woke up with a great feeling about trying to finish all my task, well not all actually, but just trying to reduce the overwhelmingly weight in my back:D Everthing is going well until mid-day when it starts to dragged me down, slowing me down as I'm trying to finish it. I know I musnt complaining about it, after all it's my fault, I admitted! Right now I'm just trying to find the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108437093690758021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108437093690758021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108437093690758021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108437093690758021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/can-i.html' title='Can I...?'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108428686818809515</id><published>2004-05-12T00:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T19:32:31.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships? What t...?</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever feel that you are so lonely in this world? I'm not talking about we're having our parent, I'm talking about having friends. Is it true that we can get a real friend? Or it just a lingo that's everybody talking to impress others? Which one do you think is it true? I'm not pessimistic about this idea, let's take a few moment  to really think, when is the last time we're feeling so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108428686818809515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108428686818809515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108428686818809515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108428686818809515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/friendships-what-t.html' title='Friendships? What t...?'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108419776372558117</id><published>2004-05-10T22:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T00:02:43.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Organize...</title><summary type='text'>It's almost a while since my last post, but that's not because I'm forget about it, it just that many things comes up together in the same time and makes me looks helpless, that's true! Here I am, with all my stuff and disorderly feeling, trying to get all things done as quickly as I can. Well, hope that this will not make my day getting worse:D. What do you think about a promise? Do you often </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108419776372558117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108419776372558117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108419776372558117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108419776372558117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/be-organize.html' title='Be Organize...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108416434846928192</id><published>2004-05-10T14:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T14:45:48.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>u're right about the transparent wall, can see whats beyond but need a hard work to reach. hey..i study planning, knows enough about how to make goals, plan everything down to the last detail. its easy to make a plan, but its hard to implement it. i always make optimistic plans, i dont really think much about the result, just enjoy the process. sometime unexpected things happen during the process</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108416434846928192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108416434846928192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108416434846928192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108416434846928192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/ure-right-about-transparent-wall-can.html' title=''/><author><name>anggraeni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v166/anggra263/0403-drop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108394159727904954</id><published>2004-05-07T23:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T00:57:45.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth...</title><summary type='text'>You know why we are like know nothing when we are going to do something, feels like we face a transparents wall, we can see clearly anything beyond it yet difficult to reach what in the other side of the wall, is it that kind of feeling you experienced in this kind of situation? Maybe you feels the same as me or maybe you feels different than me, but that's not the matter. The point is that what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108394159727904954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108394159727904954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108394159727904954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108394159727904954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/truth.html' title='The Truth...'/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108390184143255953</id><published>2004-05-07T13:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T13:55:08.390+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello hello.. check 1..2..3…This is my first official post in our blog (or your blog? forgive my sense of belonging :D). I open this morning with an MP3 file from incognito “Positivity”  (J.P. Maunick), recognize the song? here’s some: It's early in the morningThe light outside is blindingYou don't want to knowYou're so tired of complainin''Cos your nine to five ain't workin'While your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108390184143255953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108390184143255953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108390184143255953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108390184143255953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>anggraeni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v166/anggra263/0403-drop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108385224232770055</id><published>2004-05-06T23:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T00:08:29.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello...I'm here again:D Well, today I think I got something to thank for again, friendships, yeah..that's true! I'm always thinking that I dont have any real friends for a long time. They always come and go. You can say that I have to live with that..yeah right,whatever! But I think we cannot live in loneliness, there's must a time where someone needs someone else,right? Whether they're happy or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108385224232770055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108385224232770055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108385224232770055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108385224232770055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108383514839309732</id><published>2004-05-06T18:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T19:23:34.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>helow ...its me.... here i am spellbound and speachless</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108383514839309732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108383514839309732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108383514839309732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108383514839309732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/helow.html' title=''/><author><name>anggraeni</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v166/anggra263/0403-drop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108376580285302482</id><published>2004-05-05T23:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T00:07:48.293+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmmm...Today is almost over! Just like other day, no special event unless one news that makes me quite surprise. I dont know whether I can make it up again like the "old times" long time before I'm here. This bring a weird feeling to me, can I make it someday? Who knows...yeah, right! I dont know yet either. That's gives me some ridiculous feeling about what happen next. Should I keep it this way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108376580285302482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108376580285302482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108376580285302482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108376580285302482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/mmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108367707392839078</id><published>2004-05-04T23:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T23:28:29.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...another day is passing by again with only little success.There's still many things to do left and hopefully I can make it:D. There's a always a way out to everything if you have a strong will and sscintillating wit, that's will make a difference in the end. Nobody's perfect but, hey...didn't we all just like that? Pretend to be perfect but actually we're not. Hope I can see it all at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108367707392839078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108367707392839078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108367707392839078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108367707392839078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/well.html' title=''/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108336486837301127</id><published>2004-05-01T08:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T08:45:26.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New day...new experience...yeah, but let's see what happen, some new news...some new thoughts...maybe useful,maybe not....but hey,don't take it too seriously...mate:D Have a nice and happy day....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108336486837301127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108336486837301127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108336486837301127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108336486837301127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/05/new-day.html' title=''/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108327585961459665</id><published>2004-04-30T07:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T08:02:15.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well....At least some of the techy stuff I've already know....not much though;)...well, what's next? should I continue?....Let's see what happen...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108327585961459665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108327585961459665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108327585961459665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108327585961459665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/04/well.html' title=''/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863800.post-108324484420680660</id><published>2004-04-29T23:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T23:25:01.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, This is really my first time here...so it's a bit akward:D......don't know anything to do ...just do it! Yes Just Do It!...Right???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/feeds/108324484420680660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863800&amp;postID=108324484420680660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108324484420680660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863800/posts/default/108324484420680660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riawan.blogspot.com/2004/04/ok-this-is-really-my-first-time-here.html' title=''/><author><name>riawan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/riawan/setengahmuka2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
