<?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-3588820464983519251</id><updated>2011-09-28T12:09:23.130-07:00</updated><category term='School/Campus Life'/><category term='My Solace'/><category term='Western Movies and Songs'/><category term='The Other Things in My Life'/><category term='My Article for &apos;Revealed&apos; Magazine'/><title type='text'>UNINTENTIONALLY TYPED</title><subtitle type='html'>Here they are.. My thoughts are spilled here..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-1429132545351505458</id><published>2010-10-17T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:54:57.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><title type='text'>College (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Uuuuuu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I'm sorry for not updating my blog for a long time (again). I got bunch of assignments which were quiet difficult to finish. Among other were, we had to make a summary about the 1st chapter in Public Relations subject, making an advertisement in Advertising subject (whereas I'm not a good drawer and not really able to make persuasive remarks. Hihi..), and making presentations as well (most of assignments are making presentation, among other were in Civics and Marketing subject). D'oooohhhhh (-_-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Btw, I've just finished doing my last assignment in Advertising subject. We had to make an opinion about the strengths and weaknesses of promotional mix in advertising. We also had to print an advertisement and make an opinion about the goods and bads of that advertisement. Well, in college, apparently we have to check our e-mail routinely because all materials are sometimes sent through e-mail. Unlike in high-school, where each subjects were usually told by the teachers directly to the students in every meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Mmmmm.. About the student club, btw I got rejected by the TV club in my college (also known as LSPR TV). Yeah, I didn't pass the interview. When I ask my sophomore from Twitter, she told me that I got rejected due to my answer when they asked me whether I'm available to work until midnight. But I answered that I couldn't do it for Tuesday and Thursday because I have an English course. But it's okay. I also just finished joining the audition of choir club in my college. But I don't know whether I'll be accepted or not, because during the audition, we had to read a gamut, and adjust our voices with that gamut. But I couldn't do it, so I did it randomly, and it sounded so bad -_-". But above all, I have joined News Club in my campus, so at least I've got one of the student clubs. My next target is, if I get rejected by my campus' choir club, I'm gonna join English society or Radio club. English society is not a club actually. It is a batch of students in my campus, who are interested in doing anything using English as their language. They make a drama, travel, and so on. This club is made by English division in my campus. About the radio, I'm really interested with speaking. So I think it will be great for me (although I have to be tired of making a script for my radio announcing). Beside, I had seen many of my friends who have joined radio club, and when I saw their on-air, it was very interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Above all, owing to the assignments, I had to sacrifice my sleeping and watching-movie time so much. I really had to be able to sleep only for 3 or 5 hours every night to finish my assignments. But I really enjoy it! Btw, thanks a lot for some of my classmates who had make me feel comfortable in my campus. I haven't considered them as my best friends actually, but luckily, I have been comfortable to share my stories, and so on. Fyi, if I can feel one day without any assignments, it's such a heavenly life for me hihihi.. :D. Sometimes, I also sometimes took a chance to meet and have a reunion with my best friends in high school, and share stories about our each campus life. It was utterly favorable ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Btw, tomorrow is Monday. It means that I have to do my obligations as a college student again. Ow, I also have a gathering for the members of News Club. It will be tiring, but KEEP SPIRIT!!!!! *cheering myself up by myself ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-1429132545351505458?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/1429132545351505458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=1429132545351505458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1429132545351505458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1429132545351505458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/10/college-again.html' title='College (again)'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-4962753180022048420</id><published>2010-09-01T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:50:41.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mmmm.. I’m sorry for not updating my blog for a long time. Such a bad blogger huh? Actually, there’s nothing special in my life nowadays. Because technically, anything in my life recently has been my daily regimen. Haha.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I’m confused which one I should tell, because there are lots of stories I haven’t got to tell you. Okay, how about my college. I’m gonna tell you about my first experience of becoming a college student :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in August 30th, it was my first time of becoming a college student in The London School of Public Relations (LSPR). Absolutely, everything is totally different than becoming a high school student. But luckily, college was not obnoxious as I thought. I thought it would be boring because the students’ attitude were more indifferent. Well, it really was! But, they still cared enough with the others. If we hadn’t got to note the lecturers’ teachings, they could have lent their notes to us. So I conclude that there won’t be a bad rivalry among my classmates and I in reaching high GPA. I mean, we compete for each other in reaching high GPA, but we compete well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is in 14-12A. 14 means my batch (my generation is the 14th generation in my campus), and 12A means our class is number 12 and A means in the second shift of the morning class (there are 3 shifts in my campus schedule. Morning, afternoon, and evening shift. Each shifts are divided into 2 schedules. In the morning, the 1st schedule is started in 08-00 AM until 12.00 PM, and the 2nd schedule is started in 09.00 AM until 13.00 PM. I took the 2nd one :D with 24 credit units in the 1st semester). Actually in campus, especially in my campus, we mustn’t be arrogant w&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TIc1sUbiabI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sWRVIwkUmS0/s1600/58883_1586909240820_1478481871_1507520_2987955_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ith anyone. You can’t brag your intelligence because there are still many people who can speak 3 languages, or even knowledgeable. You can’t brag your wealth either, because there are also some people who go to campus using Porche, and so on. But fortunately, those smart and rich people are not arrogant to me. They are so indifferent about the trivial things (our wealth, our intelligence, and our physical appearance whether it’s too stylish or even not stylish at all), as long as we don’t show off our excellence openly and are not obnoxious, they are still willing to be our friend. And in my opinion, it’s better than becoming ‘too caring’ until talking about other people’s condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We also took some picture, because one of my friend, Adit (whose high school was same with mine), is a photographer. And coincidentally, he brought his camera. Here they are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TIczSb8eRcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/AzlqZoTUuJE/s1600/41010_1586905840735_1478481871_1507495_7301087_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514432660570523074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TIczSb8eRcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/AzlqZoTUuJE/s320/41010_1586905840735_1478481871_1507495_7301087_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TIczdpTefSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bPpTKd7AGY8/s1600/41010_1586905960738_1478481871_1507498_7835033_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514432853135228194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TIczdpTefSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bPpTKd7AGY8/s320/41010_1586905960738_1478481871_1507498_7835033_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the pictures when we were waiting for our class started. In Thursday, our schedule was supposed to be started in 11.00 AM, but we came as usual in 09.00 AM. Haha.. Lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514781501191213378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TIhwjohl0UI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9LeojKbcK4s/s320/47855_1586908200794_1478481871_1507515_5455895_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514781729557216082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TIhww7QSe1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/WEcx_Md0jcs/s320/47855_1586908280796_1478481871_1507517_1566447_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514437279593541330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TIc3fTJYLtI/AAAAAAAAAY0/H4uS7I-GnIg/s320/58883_1586909240820_1478481871_1507520_2987955_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And these are the pictures of my classmates (look at the second one. In that picture there were 2 cameras, that's why some of us look at the right side, and some of us look at the left side. Haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At the first time, it was sort of difficult for me in socializing. Because in my class, there are only 7 boys among 36 students, including myself, and the class is very narrow (I didn’t even feel like attending a college, I felt like attending a course haha..). Moreover, I’m not a kind of sociable person, so it was kinda difficult for me in socializing. I also have promised that I don’t wanna show my womanliness in college. I have to be more mature, unlike in high school where I was still childish, and I was more quiet at the first time of attending college. So, like I’ve said, it was pretty hard for me to socialize owing to the lack of the guys, my quietness, and my classmates’ nonchalance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The hardest part of becoming student here, are the lecturers and the subjects. In my college, English has an important role (maybe because English is an international language, so they use English and Indonesian as the intermediate language). Perhaps, because this college is an institute of communication which plans to bear communicators who have a good quality in communicating. That's why most of lecturers here are native lecturers and the local lecturers who really emphasize English. Most of local lecturers here explain their courses using English (except for Indonesian subject). But luckily, not all of native lecturers are from 'English country' like USA, UK, Australia, Canada, and so on. But there are some of them who came from Philipine, Singapore, India, and the other Asian countries. The can speak Indonesian as well, and 40% curricula in here are local (from Indonesia), and the other 60% curricula are international (from UK). Oh, speaking about native lecturers who can speak Indonesian, at the first time in here, there were 2 women, one Indian and another one is Canadian, they offered student exchange program registration to abroad, which will be beneficial for our 7th semester (we can be sent abroad for the internship in 7th semester), but they had offerred it from the 1st semester. Those woman spoke Indonesian a little, and in my opinion, it was quiet funny because it was the first time of me seeing foreigners speak Indonesian. Haha.. But I wasn't interested to join it, because it needs 15.000 S$ or about 90 million Rupiahs. Geeezzz..!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apparently, 4 days from August 30th to September 2nd (in one week, my college schedule is only 4 days from Monday to Thursday. How exciting it is!) was only the ‘pre-colllege’. So we just learned some general knowledge of communication. The most subjects I like were Communication Skills, English writing skills (of which lecturer is from Philippine, Mrs. Giselle, and luckily her English speaking is still understandable) and Indonesian writing skills. The lecturer of Communication Skills is Ms. Renata Tirta. She is such a beautiful lecturer and also still young. I like the way of her in teaching us. In this Communication Skills subject, we learn how to communicate with the others well, including communicating in the smallest thing. In order to communicate with the others well, we have to be able to ‘manipulate’ them first, especially if we want to lie other people haha.. lol. I mean how to use our gesture and body language in communicating in order not to be boring while presenting or talking in front of many people. We also learned how to apply communication in business field. Oh yeah, about lying, in order to know whether someone we ask to converse is lying or not, we have to see his/her eyes sharply first. If he/she cannot look our eyes sharply back or cannot stop playing his/her hands, he/she might lie to us. The other subjects which I like as well are English and Indonesian writing skills. In these subject, we learn how to make an article in the newspaper. I mean about the use of punctuation mark, how to develop our sentences to be a good paragraph, and so on. In my opinion, they are very important for me who wants to be presenter and journalist (AMIN). And about the student club, I will choose TV club and Choir club. TV club is a club which discusses how to work in broadcasting world, both behind the camera and in front of the camera (and I will choose in front of the camera as a presenter or news anchor. Hihi..), and Choir because I like singing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we go to the most important post of this post, about GETTING THE ALMA MATER JACKET hihihi. Well, I had been waiting for this for a long time. BTW, at the first time after getting that jacket, I was pretty freak because I was kinda proud of becoming LSPR student. So I went home soon after my class finished, and since I hadn’t prayed Dzuhur, so I went to the mosque close to my high school and wore that jacket. Badly, it didn’t fit well in my body. I mean it was kinda tight in my body. But since I didn’t care with that, so I kept wearing it, and I went to the rest room and took some pictures through my cellphone hihihihihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I was let taking communication major (my chosen major since I was in junior high) because my parents had known about my skills which are more available in speaking, writing, and foreign languages proficiency (English and French, and I’m learning Chinese as well at the moment). Before going to college, my father wanted me to be an accountant so much because there are lots of job opportunities for accountant in Indonesia. But my mother really understood me. She had known that my ability is more available in speaking, writing, and foreign languages proficiency. I also kept adoring Prabu Revolusi, Tommy Tjokro, Indra Mulana, and Alfito Deannova (news anchors and journalists of Metro TV and TVone). Then, she persuaded my father to let me choose LSPR as my college and take mass media communication major. Moreover, when they knew that my college has Career Center (a facility to help LSPR’s graduates looking for a job), and job opportunities in communication field is getting wider recently. Also, there are lots of graduates from my college who have succeeded working in their field both domestic and abroad, since my college has been internationally recognized as an institute of communication in Indonesia. So, I wrote ‘MAKING PARENTS PROUD AS A SUCCESSFUL JOURNALIST’ on the top of my priority list, and then ‘BRIGHT FUTURE (JOURNALIST)’ as the second one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-4962753180022048420?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/4962753180022048420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=4962753180022048420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/4962753180022048420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/4962753180022048420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/09/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TIczSb8eRcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/AzlqZoTUuJE/s72-c/41010_1586905840735_1478481871_1507495_7301087_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-6942842143988668461</id><published>2010-08-20T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T08:33:51.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><title type='text'>Cheering Me Up ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the last meeting in my English course (EF), I learnt about proverbs. Actually, I had been very impatient to learn about proverbs, because in my opinion there are lots of proverbs which can cheer me up well. Apparently, I was right. I got some proverbs which are really tranquilizing. There are some proverb that I just meant:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Every cloud has a silver lining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: in every problems there must be positive sides (it inspires me so much to be more patient in facing my problems)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Look before you leap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: means that you should think carefully about the possible results or consequences before doing something (it really inspires me not to decide anything hastily)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't look a gift horse in the mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: means that if you are given something, a present or a chance, you should not waste it by being too critical or examining it too closely (so we have to be thankful with anything that people have given to us)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't put off until tomorrow what you can do today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: means we have to be diligent in doing our obligations, even if we could, we have to do it all right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The patient dog gets the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: means we have to be patient in pursuing or dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Where there's a will there's a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: means if we intend to do something, there must be a path for you to do it, even for the negative deeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't judge a book by its cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: means do not determine anything only based on its appearance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let sleeping dogs lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: means we shouldn't disturb a situation as it would result in trouble or complications (so we mustn't start trouble if we don't need to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't count your chicken before they hatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: means if we don't wait until things ready, we may have different result than we expect (same as the fifth one, that we have to be patient in pursuing our dreams)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pretty is as pretty does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: means if a good-looking person doesn't do good things, being good-looking has no value&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alhamdulillah, in my level of English now, I have started learning English in specific subjects, such as idioms (as I've said in my more previous post), adage, proverbs, and so on. Btw, my teacher got these proverbs and their meanings from the Internet, so don't call it as a plagiarism. Well above all, though this post might seem unimportant, but I wish there are several readers got this an inspiration too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-6942842143988668461?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/6942842143988668461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=6942842143988668461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/6942842143988668461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/6942842143988668461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/08/cheering-me-up.html' title='Cheering Me Up ♥'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-6027660111630438859</id><published>2010-08-06T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:51:45.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><title type='text'>Freshmen Orientation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Couple days ago, I attended my campus freshmen orientation day. Actually the orientation was kinda boring and trashy, because all students were commanded to come to the venue (my campus) on 08.00 AM, but apparently it was started in 09.00 AM, and most of the events in that orientation were used for presenting presentations about my campus. All students were divided into 6 groups, if I wasn't mistaken. There were 4C, English Society, Modelling &amp;amp; Advertising Society, Sports, Public Speaking, and Marketing, and I was in Modelling &amp;amp; Advertising Society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503070459926217458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TF7VbUHZAvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RGLGxUoAcTE/s320/4077270868_af3875453f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The orientation day was started by some presentations. All students were commanded to go to the auditorium which is veeeery wide and huge. Then we all had to sit on the floor. In my opinion this was the most tedious thing in this orientation. Because, just imagine if you are forced to sit on the floor with cross-legged legs for 5 hours?! Geeez..!! I couldn't straighten my legs because we all sat closely and tightly. After that, thank God! We had a break,, we had lunch :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another thing that I didn't really like from my campus' orientation was the 'fashion police'. Hehe.. Frankly, there was a woman, she wears eyeglasses, but I forgot what her name is (sorry for my carelessness, because at that time, I really wanted to go home. Huhhuu..). She always paid attention to all new students whether we wore a wrong costume or not. Badly, I was wearing jeans at that time. Whereas, we were prohibited to wear jeans. But I didn't really care about that because I thought it would be okay. But apparently, it wasn't okay. Rrrrrhhh.. When we were having lunch, that woman came to our room. I was a bit nervous because I thought I would be punished. The punished student had to make an essay about the inference of all presentations, d'ooohhh... Luckily, she mentioned name 'Michael'. It was so relieved actually, but in my opinion, there was nothing wrong with Michael's appearance. But it was okay, at least I didn't get punished. After that, we all had to gather in the auditorium again. I hid myself numerous times from person-in-charge (the sophomores and upperclassmen who were assigned as person-in-charge), because I was scared if they knew that I wore jeans. Fortunately, most of guys in my group had a big body. So I always walked next to them tightly. Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, we all gathered together in the auditorium, and our dean gave us games. First, there was random puzzle. All we had to to was matching that puzzle to the right form. The puzzle was an emblem of our campus. We had to match that puzzle in silence. We didn't have to speak at all while matching our group's puzzle. The second game was '&lt;em&gt;lingkaran ruwet&lt;/em&gt;' (&lt;em&gt;complicated circle&lt;/em&gt; in English). We had to hold our hands for each other randomly, and then, we had to make a circle with our complicated hands to be normal circle, and we didn't have to release our hands with the other. But due to the complication, we cheated. We released our each hands and formed it to be a normal circle. Khikhikhikhikhikhik.. But we didn't win. But it was our luck, because if we had won, we had had to show our way in releasing our complicated hands to be a right circle in front of the stage. Also, we had to make a little drama. Since we all were in Modelling &amp;amp; Advertising Society group, we had to make a drama according to the advertisement. Because advertisement usually needs model, right? So they're really related. Our decision fell on Mie Sedap advertisement, where some of us were supposed to act like a model in Mie Sedap advertising. So we made a drama with a little action from Mie Sedap advertisement. But thank God I wasn't chosen to play the drama :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, the orientation was closed (thank God). We closed it jointly by singing LSPR's almamater song, and giving ID Card and goodie bag. But my friend, Keisha, told me that she has got her almamater jacket, but why I haven't? Ggggrrrhhhh... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503072001738680834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TF7W1D0IKgI/AAAAAAAAAXE/vP5YvsTokCU/s320/england_flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really reeeaaallllyy wanna go to 'real' London, not London in Indonesia version *kidding. khikhikhikhikhik..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sounds grumbling? I really did! Well, above all, there were some advantages I got from attending this orientation day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got a lot of new friends. Though some of them were arrogant and busy for BBMing (dang!), but at least, there are some people that I have known because we cooperated in playing games. So I wish I could socialize with the others easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got many information of becoming LSPR students. Like how to see our exam scores and our GPA through Internet, rules of dressing, student club in LSPR, and so on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The class will be started in August 30, 2010 (Geez, it is in fasting month! Can you imagine how it feels like if you have to go from Ciledug to Karet Tengsing using motorcycle while fasting? How tiresome it is!). And I'm so freakin' confused whether I sould choose News Club or LSPR Television Club. Because they both are teaching about my future. I want to be a news anchor (which is learned in LSPR Television Club), and I wanna be a journalist too (which is learned in News Club). If I choose both, Geez! I'm gonna be so freakin' tired. Besides, I still have EF as an activity outside campus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's all I think, Btw, I'm sorry for not installing the picture. Because I didn't get to capture anything because during the event (except for LSPR logo above. Khikhikhikhikhik..), we couldn't turn on electronic tools, such as camera, cellphone, and so on. So just enjoy reading these complicated and full-grumbling sentences. Khikhikhikhikhik... *I'm sorry for the wrong grammars and vocabularies. I have forgotten some things about English due to my laziness in learning it. Lol :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-6027660111630438859?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/6027660111630438859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=6027660111630438859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/6027660111630438859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/6027660111630438859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/08/freshmen-orientation-day.html' title='Freshmen Orientation Day'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TF7VbUHZAvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RGLGxUoAcTE/s72-c/4077270868_af3875453f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-8411483554384000992</id><published>2010-07-29T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:52:20.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Commentator and Sycophant in Social Networking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ever asked @unfollowr in Twitter in order to know people who had unfollowed me secretly. Usually @unfollowr will give us direct message about people who have unfollowed us. So, in order to know it, I asked @unfollowr like this, "&lt;em&gt;@unfollowr I need your DM&lt;/em&gt;". Suddenly, there was my friend, @herdaprabadipta, mentioned me like this, "&lt;em&gt;@masmandaa do not ever mention @unfollowr and asked it people who have unfollowed us, because if your other followers know this, you would be insulted as @ABGJakarta.&lt;/em&gt;" I didn't think that I was an ABGJakarta, so I didn't feel being alluded. But I was very curious about @ABGJakarta, so I opened its Twitter account. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503320694416332946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TF-5A4O92JI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gvxmbgaRPs8/s320/twitter_logo_trans.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, all @ABGJakarta's status are always about allusion to other people. I was angry when I knew that. Because actually, I really don't like people who always comment what other people do. It was such the worst thing! Helllooo... think twice before you do it!! Have you done anything well?! Do you think you're perfect?! I'm sure there is nobody perfect in this world, but how dare you comment what other people do! Beside @ABGJakarta, there is still another twitter account which comment what other people do. Oh! not commenting, but alluding. It is @TWEETSINDIR. If you opened its Twitter account, all posts in it are always about allusions. What do you thing about that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The most confusing thing of them is the followers. I'm just confused why they got a lot of followers. Personally, I never intend to follow them. The worst thing is, they even ever mentioned people they considered bad openly, and that is the only thing that I extremely hate! Okay, back to the first topic, about the followers. I'm confused why they got a lot of followers even up to more than 20 thousand followers, and most of those followers are Indonesians. Due to many Indonesian followers, I reckon that most of Indonesian citizen like looking for trouble to other people. What are Indonesians going to be if they keep looking for trouble just because of the trivial thing?! If you intend to follow @ABGJakarta or @TWEETSINDIR, go ahead! As you're still able to take a risk, because if you have a mistake in writing your status, you would be alluded soon :( (but don't ever hesitate to follow me, @masmandaa khikhikhikhikhik..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If there's something you don't like, why don't you try to make it as the trending topic in Twitter, right? Twitter has been kind to us by giving trending topic facility, but you still try to allude, insult, disparage, even vilify something you don't like by making a fake account on it and do something bad to something that you just don't like. Gggrrrhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another social networking that I regret because of making account on it is Formspring. I mean, I don't mean to hate Formspring, but I just don't really like people who try to harass people that you wanna ask. You know what? Ask me anything! Yes, you do ask me anything but I think you mustn't HARASS me at all!!! Even not only me, but also some of my friends had ever been harassed in Formspring. First, I was ever asked by someone whom I didn't know (he anonymously asked me), he asked me whether I'm GAY or not. It hurt me so much! Then my female friends in high school, Keisha and Nemon. There was ever someone asked me if there were only 2 girls in the world, Keisha and Nemon, which one I would choose. When I told Keisha, she was extremely angry. I could see what she felt at that time. She had to be angry so much, because of feeling being harassed. There was also another bizarre question. There was someone asked me which Aldo or Kurkur who's handsomer. Luckily when I told Kurkur about this, he wasn't mad because he such a kind boy, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503321692291971250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TF-569nDuLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/DlewGHW5vtw/s320/formspring.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well above all, I conclude that many Indonesians like looking for trouble. Unlike people in the other country who always try to keep being indifferent with the trivial things. Whereas, those Indonesians who like looking for the trouble are so chicken-hearted. Because they use Internet as media for revenging and expressing their conscience. I even used to be like that. But when my friend told me not to do that any longer because that such a poltroon, I stopped doing that. Actually, in my opinion, using Internet as a media for expressing your offense is not such a poltroon as we use it in the right web site, like blog. You are allowed to express you conscience through blog because it is used by yourself, and you let other people read your posts. But I suggest you NOT TO DISPARAGE OR VILIFY anything through your blog. Ooookkkaaaayyyy...!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-8411483554384000992?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/8411483554384000992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=8411483554384000992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/8411483554384000992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/8411483554384000992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/07/commentator-and-sycophant-in-social.html' title='Commentator and Sycophant in Social Networking'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TF-5A4O92JI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gvxmbgaRPs8/s72-c/twitter_logo_trans.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-5196717563999441897</id><published>2010-07-14T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T07:30:41.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>FWC’10, TOEIC, and Chain on My Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TD2j2qGaMqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YzHlzM3B3GU/s1600/FWC+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493727279871308450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TD2j2qGaMqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YzHlzM3B3GU/s200/FWC+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly, I feel pretty sad when I knew that FIFA World Cup 2010 was about to end. Because it had been my biggest fondness in 2010. FYI, I’m still in holiday and watching FIFA World Cup always became my consolation all night long (in Indonesia World Cup was always televised from the evening until midnight). Moreover, my laptop has been broken, so I lost one of my consolation, and I think, FIFA World Cup had entertained my life from my sadness (that laptop has been my ‘best friend’ since I graduated from my junior high, it’s no wonder if I feel sad if I cannot ‘keep in touch’ with it any longer). Sometimes I think, only for watching FIFA World Cup, I have to wait until 4 years. Another FYI, 2014 would be a year of my graduation from college (AMIN). But luckily, the last result made me happy so much.SPAIN WON!!! And I really like Xabi Alonso and David Villa in Spain due to their dexterity (actually I like all footballers from Spain, but I like them more than the other footballers. And I consider them as the stellar of Spain). So I keep installing and rebloging Spain’s pictures of their victory in my Tumblr (riskyramanda.tumblr.com). I also never stop listening World Cup’s official songs such as K’naan – Wavin’Flag, Akon &amp;amp; Keri Hilson – Oh Africa!, and the sexiest and most cheerful one is Shakira – Waka Waka, and I have downloaded those songs’ videos from YouTube to my computer as well. The greatest part is, I’m not only theone who supported Spain, but also all of my friends. Yiiippeee... Spain all the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TD2kNP1dRgI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AGtV--Zgltw/s1600/TOEIC.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493727667957876226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TD2kNP1dRgI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AGtV--Zgltw/s200/TOEIC.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, yesterday I went to my mother’s office to attend their social event called as ‘&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;How to Solve TOEIC&lt;/span&gt;’. It's free for all employees who have a child who joins EF from any EF's branch. It discussed about the methods of answering TOEIC queries, and since I was interested with that, so I noted those methods to my notebook. But I’m sorry, I can’t tell you what the methods are, hehe.. (call me smug, but there are some people who cannot share their knowledge of something in order not to be defeated, right? :P). But they told me that TOEIC queries could be easier or even more difficult that TOEFL. But I wish it wouldn’t be more difficult. I actually had ever tried the try-out test of TOEFL, but I only scored 525. It actually has been able to be mentioned as the high score (it has been enough if you want to work as the national employee), but it hasn’t been enough for you if you want to study abroad, especially USA and UK. They need score 550 minimum, as I know. But for TOEIC, I haven’t got a chance to join its try-out test, because there’s still few English course place in Jakarta which provides try-out test of TOEIC. Most of English courses in Jakarta provide try-out test for TOEFL and IELTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a embarassing story as well. This afternoon, I went to ‘warnet’ (a place which provides and rents computer for using internet. That’s why its name is ‘warnet’ which means ‘warung-internet’ or ‘internet stall’). But then I went out for a while for praying Ashar in the mosque behind that warnet, but suddenly my motorcycle couldn’t be turned on. I got panicked so much! I even started crying (geez.. mama’s boy, as usual XP). So I called a guy who usually looks after the motorcycles, and he told me that he installed a chain on my motorcycle’s wheel due to too many motorcycle theft around that warnet’s circumstance. Well, I felt relieved, but I couldn’t hide my embarassment because of started crying (T_T). I felt so embarassed. Hahaha... XP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-5196717563999441897?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/5196717563999441897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=5196717563999441897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5196717563999441897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5196717563999441897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/07/fwc10-toeic-and-chain-on-my-wheel.html' title='FWC’10, TOEIC, and Chain on My Wheel'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TD2j2qGaMqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YzHlzM3B3GU/s72-c/FWC+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-2423370731041927399</id><published>2010-07-10T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:53:53.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Idioms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;As usual, every Tuesday and Thursday, I have en English course at EF (English First) Pesanggrahan. And yesterday’s lesson was about idioms. I was such a curious person in learning something new of English (I don’t mean to brag, but it’s true), so I was a bit excited to learn it. Apparently, it was very difficult. Every idioms must have meaning but its meaning can be very different with the idioms’ sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned it by playing games. First, there are only 4 students in my class, then we were divided into 2 groups, so each groups had 2 members. I worked with Virra, and then our teacher, Mrs. Maya, gave us 20 small papers (for each groups). On those 20 papers, there were 10 idioms and 10 meanings of those idioms. All we had to do was matching those idioms into their each meanings. So Virra and I strove to match them correctly, but badly, all of our answers were wrong. Huhhuu.. T_T. Meanwhile, another group, Fitri and Deborah, got 2 answers correct. That was fun! And yet very impressive. Hahhaa.. XP. I mean, it was very creative, because we tried to learn English by playing games. Oh yeah, anyway, these are our idioms. They are about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Pin money&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I have a part-time job to get a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;pin money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;): A small amount of money that you earn and spend on things for yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Pots of money&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bill Gates has &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;pots of money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;): A lot of money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Throw money around&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;my neighbour doesn’t work, but he has plenty of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;throw around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;): To spend money, especially in obvious and careless was on things that are not necessary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Blood money&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The assassin was paid with &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;blood money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;): The money that has been gained from the death of another person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Easy money&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;some people think that making a website for business can be &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;easy money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;): Money earned with very little work or effort&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Funny money&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;she was caught because of paying something with &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;funny money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;): Counterfeit money, or money from dishonest activity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Go for broke&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;she really needs to pass the English exam, that’s why she &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;goes for broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;): To risk everything in order to achieve the result you want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;To be broke&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I can’t go out tonight, because &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I’m broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;): Having no money at all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;A cash cow&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;People magazine has 40% &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;cash cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;): A business or a part of business that always makes a lot of money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Hard cash&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;we can’t pay it using credit card, we need a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;hard cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;): Money in the form of coins or notes paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The sentences inside the brackets are the examples of those idioms’ usage. Beside those idioms, my teacher also gave some additional idioms related to money. Among other are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Split the bill&lt;/span&gt;: it’s like you and your friend buy something, and you pay it half from your money, and the other half from your friend’s money (in Indonesia known as &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;patungan&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Foot the bill&lt;/span&gt;: it’s like you and your friend buy something, and all prices are paid by your money or your friend’s (same as treat, in Indonesia known as &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;traktir&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;In the red&lt;/span&gt;: It’s used for your bank account, if there’s no money at all in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, actually there’s still the other idioms related to other things like color, preposition, and so on, but I still try to learn them deeper and memorize them included their meanings. Despite their difficulties, but I think it’s kinda worth to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By the way, yesterday was an obnoxious day. When I was on the way of going to EF, there was a deep flood in front of Joglo Police Headquarters. But I just went through it, because I didn’t know that that flood was deep. When I went through it slowly, there was 'angkot' (public transportation using car) in front of me, and suddenly it stopped. So I was forced to put my legs down and let it soaked into the flood. So I arrived at EF and joined its class without wearing footwear. The administrators and foreign teachers laughed at me. I felt so embarrassed! Well, above all, I wish I never experienced it anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-2423370731041927399?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/2423370731041927399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=2423370731041927399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/2423370731041927399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/2423370731041927399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/07/idioms.html' title='Idioms'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-4788530355806803209</id><published>2010-06-16T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:17:53.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><title type='text'>Songs For Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my God! Have I told you that I actually have a lot of problems this time? You know, recently, I'm always being terrorized by someone who admits himself as a student of Binus University. He always asks everything unimportant and he keeps calling me every morning and every night before I fall asleep. He really frightens me!!! Perhaps, he's a gay! Eeewww.. Also, I'm still faced by one university entrance test. Its name is SNMPTN, and it's done nationally. Not only in Jakarta. Then, I'm running out of money due to my spendthrift character, my laptop is broken (until I cannot entertain myself anymore by watching DVD with that laptop), and so on.. OH MY GOD!!! Why am I destined badly during my long holiday???!!! But luckily, there's still iPod. This is my one and only amusement to entertain myself inside those problems. Listening to the songs using headset is the best way to divert my thoughts from the bad thing to the good thing. So, I really appreciate all singers who have successfully entertain me through their songs. Here they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBnEi8pyr4I/AAAAAAAAASs/XEYFY7lB4kc/s1600/owl+city2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBnEi8pyr4I/AAAAAAAAASs/XEYFY7lB4kc/s200/owl+city2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483630125976301442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBnFErsBopI/AAAAAAAAAS0/G_MZpi-P-vU/s1600/adam+young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBnFErsBopI/AAAAAAAAAS0/G_MZpi-P-vU/s200/adam+young.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483630705537819282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Owl City is my genuine indulgence. Especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam Young&lt;/span&gt; (look at the right picture, that's Adam Young). Not only me who likes Owl City, but also my friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kurkur&lt;/span&gt;. He's a big fan of Owl City's songs. The best thing I like from Owl City is his music of his songs. It seems like an electrical-pop music and that's very rare to use as a music of song. The greatest songs in my opinion are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fireflies&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello Seattle&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strawberry Avalanche&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tres Bien&lt;/span&gt;!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;World Cup Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBnHUPws5rI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wkq-VKRfGtI/s1600/world-cup-trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBnHUPws5rI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wkq-VKRfGtI/s200/world-cup-trophy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483633171942401714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBnIgUltEvI/AAAAAAAAATE/K8GCrfsZ5mc/s1600/world+cup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBnIgUltEvI/AAAAAAAAATE/K8GCrfsZ5mc/s200/world+cup1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483634478908510962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm actually not a World Cup buff, but I really like listening to the music of it. Even for the music of World Cup 2006, such as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Herbert Gronemeyer - Celebrate the Day&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shakira - Hips Don't Lie&lt;/span&gt;. Because, in my opinion, World Cup's music is very rousing, but the lyrics depicts about  solidarity and sportsmanship of football. There are 3 other songs of World Cup that I often listen so far since Celebrate The Day and Hips Don't Lie. They are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K'naan - Wavin' Flag&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akon &amp;amp; Kerri Hilson - Oh Africa!&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shakira&lt;/span&gt; (again) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- It's Time For Africa&lt;/span&gt;. By the way, I also supported Spain in World Cup this year, but unfortunately they lost last night. Huhhuuu.. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBnJUiT9RrI/AAAAAAAAATM/OPufyKZbdqU/s1600/boyslikegirls3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBnJUiT9RrI/AAAAAAAAATM/OPufyKZbdqU/s320/boyslikegirls3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483635375945369266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also like Boys Like Girls' songs. Their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Drunk&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two is Better Than One&lt;/span&gt; (featuring Taylor Swift) entertain my thoughts and tranquilize my minds so much.  Although Love Drunk is a rock music, but it makes me unable to stop dancing and moving my body in my house. Lol.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBxEjpvphDI/AAAAAAAAATc/lwONNR6dTnA/s1600/mika-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBxEjpvphDI/AAAAAAAAATc/lwONNR6dTnA/s200/mika-300x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484333825522238514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBxEy5CWd2I/AAAAAAAAATk/UHfRcO1uVTY/s1600/mika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBxEy5CWd2I/AAAAAAAAATk/UHfRcO1uVTY/s200/mika.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484334087325251426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other entertaining songs with cheerful musics are Mika's songs. The most-played songs that I can't stop listening are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grace Kelly&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lollipop&lt;/span&gt;. After feeling tired because of dancing, I usually listen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relax (Take It Easy)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Ending&lt;/span&gt;. In my opinion, I think these songs are intertwining. You have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RELAX&lt;/span&gt; in confronting your problem(s) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE IT EASY&lt;/span&gt;, then you have to think that your problem(s) will be solved and end with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY ENDING&lt;/span&gt;. It's kinda worth to try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Your Guardian Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBxG-akge4I/AAAAAAAAATs/-m4DmN0jim0/s1600/Red_Jumpsuit_Apparatus-+YGA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBxG-akge4I/AAAAAAAAATs/-m4DmN0jim0/s200/Red_Jumpsuit_Apparatus-+YGA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484336484328700802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song which I like from Red Jumpsuit Apparatus is only their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Guardian Angel&lt;/span&gt;. This might be unimportant, but by only listening to one song, I can tranquilize my mind well. Especially when they say "... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's okay&lt;/span&gt;...". When they say it, I usually keep telling my mind that in facing my problems, everything will be okay. Although this song doesn't discuss about confronting problems or pursuing dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sara Bareilles - Love Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBxIMtNELfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MZikYAyTaTs/s1600/sara+bareilles+love+song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBxIMtNELfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MZikYAyTaTs/s200/sara+bareilles+love+song.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484337829360446962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Bareilles' song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Song&lt;/span&gt;, is also very entertaining. I really like her voice and her piano music in this song. The video clip is also unique. It's kinda worth to listen. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay guys, those are my favorite songs during confronting my problems. I suggest that you listen to them too. I think you would be entertained. Bye fellas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-4788530355806803209?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/4788530355806803209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=4788530355806803209' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/4788530355806803209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/4788530355806803209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/06/gratitute-for-entertainers.html' title='Songs For Minds'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBnEi8pyr4I/AAAAAAAAASs/XEYFY7lB4kc/s72-c/owl+city2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-3187453094157225757</id><published>2010-06-11T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:55:04.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Social Networking Resenment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi guys! Wondering my blog's changes? Well yeah, I have changed my blog to be more good-looking actually because I need little changes in my life. Started from the biggest one, like becoming more spiritual-minded and altering my appearance to be better (as a future reporter, journalist, and news anchor. AMIN!), until the littlest one, like my blog. I have also changed my Twitter updates' tittle on my blog's sidebar, from TWITTER-RIFIC UPDATES to be TWITTER-RIBBLE --&gt; (kidding!). Because, I really feel that Twitter has become more tedious and obnoxious since there's a bad trending topic from Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, as I've mentioned that in my opinion, Twitter has become more tedious and obnoxious. Actually the tedious thing is only about my tweets. I'm not a kind of person who uses Blackberry for updating my Twitter, so I just update it from my computer. So I never update it from Twitter's special widgets, such as UberTwitter, Mobile Tweete, Tuitwit, API, and so forth. Besides I'm not a kind of person who has many friends from whole of the world. So, due to these things, my Twitter account becomes boring for me. My tweets are rarely increased, and I also seem like an out-of-date tweep, because I can't be like the others, who have tried to update their Twitter account by using Twitter's special widgets anytime from their cellphone (my friend said that we can even update our Twitter from the old-fashioned cellphone, but as I'm not an up-to-date person, so I don't understand how to use it) and expand their networking easily and rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the obnoxious thing in Twitter is about the trending topic. Okay, I'm gonna tell you one secret (rumor) in Indonesia. In Indonesia there's a band, Peter Pan, whose vocalist is Ariel. Ariel has a girlfriend, Luna Maya, who is a beautiful and funny model and presenter. One day, there was a rumor that their 'intercourse' video (porn video) was circulated on Internet. I actually didn't really give a damn with it, but couple days after that rumor revolved, there was another rumor about Ariel's porn video again. But he wasn't with Luna, but he was with Cut Tari (another funny and beautiful presenter), and their face in that video were clearer than Ariel with Luna. Those things became a trending topic on Twitter soon, and people talked it by entitling it as ARIEL PETER-PORN. Geez!! What are Indonesians going to be, if they keep doing anything unimportant such as those things. I actually don't really know whether those videos are true or not (I mean the illustration to slander Ariel, Luna, and Tari), and I don't really believe that people in those videos are Luna, Ariel, and Cut Tari. Even though when one of my friend in Twitter sent me a link to see Ariel-Cut Tari's porn video (I have watched it but I can't just believe with it). And suddenly, there was a news program on television, televised a news that Paris Hilton tweeted her Twitter, that she wanted to try to 'sleep' with Ariel (if I hadn't been mistaken, she tweeted that). I felt so upset when I knew that. I think Indonesia would be worse than before due to its own citizens, who keep doing unimportant thing (politicians included, because most of them did corruption. That is my another resentment. Gggrrrhhh..!!! But I promise that I won't be a bad person. AMIN!). Such as slandering other people and corruption (as I just said), also implementing a cult (as I said in my more previous post). What do you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, I've just got 2 my favorite news anchors' blog. They are Alfito Deannova (TVone) and Indra Maulana (Metro TV). Look at my blog's left sidebar, which is named as '&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn Politics Through News Anchors' Blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'. I really wanna be like them both in the future. Fresh, handsome, and smart! I also have a bad news, MY LAPTOP IS BROKEN! Huhhuuuu... T_T. The DVD-ROM is fractured, and the battery has been 'leaked'. Whereas, all of my importances and necessaries are inside there. But, it's fine! I will try to survive in spite of losing one of my consoles! Bye fellas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-3187453094157225757?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/3187453094157225757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=3187453094157225757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3187453094157225757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3187453094157225757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/06/kidding.html' title='Social Networking Resenment'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-1325057994561264498</id><published>2010-06-09T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:37:31.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><title type='text'>Things I'm Willing to Devote My Life For</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spending my time to learn English (moreover if someone who teaches me are people I like and love. khikhikhik..). I don't mean to be smug that I'm smart in English, but I just like learning it and deepening my English proficiency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spending my time to watch western movie(s) I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spending my time (and life) for people I love. Such as relatives, best friends, girlfriend, and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spending my time to play Internet, especially blogging, facebooking, twittering, and watching my favorite idols' life on YouTube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spending my time to do anything I like. Such as eating my favorite cuisine(s), reading books I like, and listening to music I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spending my time (and life) BY MYSELF! Because I'm a kind of person who doesn't really like over-crowded place and I'm not really capable in socializing. I really like tranquility, and I like enjoying it by myself! (I'm really willing to devote my life for this at all. Khikhikhikhik..).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Actually, there are still lots of it. But I can't mention all of them! That's all. Thank you for reading this unimportant post     ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-1325057994561264498?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/1325057994561264498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=1325057994561264498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1325057994561264498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1325057994561264498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-im-willing-to-devote-my-life-for.html' title='Things I&apos;m Willing to Devote My Life For'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-3354903040397158185</id><published>2010-06-03T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:55:54.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Article for &apos;Revealed&apos; Magazine'/><title type='text'>Cult</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Indonesia, if there is a group, either groups under the pretext of religious cults or anything with some characteristics related to religious things but different with the scripture, we can conclude it as a CULT. Cult usually comes from the application of the wrong teachings of one religion. That’s why there are lots of terrorists in Indonesia who are very strange by installing bombs in public place as a purpose of omitting infidel people. And if that group has characteristic more than one, we really have to impeach it as a cult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The easiest object to be proselytized to the cult is a person who has high spirit of learning religion, but has a little knowledge about that religion that he/she wants to learn. So, he/she could be deceived (illegally proselytized to be exact) easily. Besides, he/she has low knowledge of specific fanaticism. This fanaticism means some people who implement a credo which is not according to scientific method or scientific arguments from their own scripture. Because, basically we have to be more ‘sensitive’ in implementing our religious rules in order not to go to the ‘dead end’ of our religion. Take Islam as example, as I’ve said that there are many terrorists in Indonesia who declare their selves as the real Mohammedan and uphold Islamic religious rules (but those rules are actually nonsense) because they have been influenced by an Islamic cult. Just imagine it, they consider by installing bombs in their body and detonate it in a public place in order to eliminate the infidel people, they have done a good thing and been able to go to heaven after their death. I actually don’t really know exactly what the causes are, but as I know, it is induced by the application of the wrong teachings of religion, and it really frightens many people especially tourists. Most of terrorists are Islam, and they usually have been influenced by TBC (Takhayul – Bid’ah – Churofat) or SIPILIS (secularism – pluralism – liberalism) which are always related to Islam’s progenitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Most of characteristics of cult in Indonesia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They emphasize the hadith(es) in preaching you and relate it to your religion by telling you that those hadithes are inherited by your religious progenitors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They try to uphold your religious teachings while preaching you to be proselytized (so that you won’t have suspicious on them that they’re a cult), but actually they preach those teachings with their own volition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They implement and deflect your scripture verses with their own desire, not based on the real definition of your scripture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Their teachings are confidential, not open to public, teaching is closed, only for their own group, etc. (if they have stonewalled their credo to public, their characteristics as a cult are getting more suspicious actually)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They obligate you to hand some money and declare it as money for their religious construction, moreover if they obligate you to hand your money in huge amount, like 20% from your salary, and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They are not brave and able to preach their teachings publicly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They consider people who has the same religion with theirs but are not included to their group are infidel people, and they promise that those infidel people are about to go to the hell after death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They consider all religions are the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They consider that their country doesn’t have to apply their teachings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They do some rituals which are very strange, like taking a flower-bath as a way to purify yourself from your sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They support people who use bomb as a way to eliminate infidel people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My suggestion is, we have to implement our religious teachings well and keep praying to God. Because God is the only one who can show us the good way and protect our self and life. By the way, the easiest way to know a group as cult or not is by looking at their characteristics on the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th point. But it would not be that easy I think. Because, if you are about to be proselytized to the cult, people, who proselytizes you, will never stop contacting you in order to brainwash you profoundly to their credo. They would do you a favor first. Then, if you have been influenced, they will take you in to their group. So, be careful guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-3354903040397158185?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/3354903040397158185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=3354903040397158185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3354903040397158185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3354903040397158185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/06/cult_03.html' title='Cult'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-2197434703454828991</id><published>2010-05-21T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:57:09.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Learn English Profoundly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, FYI guys, I’m officially becoming a temporary unemployment now. Because I’ve been graduated from my high school and my college time will be started at September (I got 4 months for holiday season since last June. Hoooaaaa…How tedious it is!), and owing to go to the '&lt;em&gt;London&lt;/em&gt;' (London in Indonesian version to be exact, I mean, my future college), &lt;strong&gt;The London School of Public Relation&lt;/strong&gt; most of which lecturers are from overseas, especially that London itself, I think I need to learn English deeper since I still have some difficulties in it. You know, how if I go to 'London' without having a good English proficiency, I won’t be survive there! Since Londoners have a British accent (or Scottish? I don’t know!) in speaking English. Besides, LSPR has an international exam and if I can pass that exam, I'll be given the international certificate, so that I can apply job in any country I want (remember -&gt; USA). Okay, let's start it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474328218057907122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_i4gpU9G7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/eYRMKXBZYQw/s320/4077270868_af3875453f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Next destination. Khikhikhikhikhik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still don’t understand, why there are still some Americans say “he/she/it/people’s name &lt;strong&gt;don’t&lt;/strong&gt; … “ in negative sentence. Whereas, as I know, if the subject is he, she, it, or people’s name, they are supposed to say ‘&lt;strong&gt;doesn’t&lt;/strong&gt;’ for the negative form, right? This is, in my opinion, is kinda worth to learn in order to do conversational English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t know the usage of English in Indonesian sentence with prefix ‘&lt;strong&gt;ber-&lt;/strong&gt;’. I’m still confused whether I should use the passive form (to be + V3) or active form (V1 directly after subject) for Indonesian sentence which uses that prefix. For example for word ‘&lt;em&gt;bertunangan&lt;/em&gt;’. I don’t know if I should say ‘&lt;em&gt;engaging&lt;/em&gt;’ or ‘&lt;em&gt;be engaged&lt;/em&gt;’?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have no idea about the Indonesian meaning of words ‘&lt;strong&gt;thingy&lt;/strong&gt;’. I had been looking for it in any dictionaries, even Oxford English dictionary, but I didn’t get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The use of &lt;strong&gt;Idioms&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Abbreviations&lt;/strong&gt;. The most difficult grammars in English which are hard to understand, because there are lots of forms of them. Also, they do not exist in dictionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The use of &lt;strong&gt;Derivation&lt;/strong&gt; for suffix ‘&lt;strong&gt;-sy&lt;/strong&gt;’. I only know about ‘outdoorsy’ and ‘artsy’. I also still don’t memorize all the words of Derivation (in any forms). I think I should memorize all the words in my dictionary. (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The use of &lt;strong&gt;Subjunctive&lt;/strong&gt; for words ‘&lt;em&gt;as if/ as though&lt;/em&gt;’ and ‘&lt;em&gt;if only&lt;/em&gt;’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The difference between &lt;strong&gt;Anecdote text&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Spoof text&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Report text&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Description text&lt;/strong&gt;. Heellooo..!!! It’s totally worth for my IELTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still &lt;strong&gt;cannot speak/translate English spontaneously&lt;/strong&gt; (to Indonesian). Whereas, besides wanting to be news announcer, reporter, or presenter, I also wanna be an interpreter as my freelance job (and fireman too, but it isn’t related to English. It's kinda bizarre because the womanly guy like me wants to be an 'unsung' hero) special for English and Indonesian language, in case if I have to interview somebody from the overseas. But now, I try to learn it by translating Indonesian subtitle in every western movie I watch directly. But it’s still quiet difficult for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still don’t understand either about some grammars, such as &lt;strong&gt;Gerund &amp;amp; Bare Infinitive &amp;amp; To Infinitive&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Noun Clause&lt;/strong&gt;. I haven't learned about it, but some of my English teachers told me that I've used these grammars in my blog. But I don't know what they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh yeah, another information, I feel so envy with &lt;strong&gt;Putra Nababan&lt;/strong&gt; (one of handsome news announcer in Indonesia) who had successfully met and interviewed Mr. Barrack Obama directly from American white house. Wow! I really intend to do that! I wanna interview personage from America too! Moreover, Mr. Obama ever spent his childhood in Indonesia. See? Indonesia and America are related for each other, right? Hahaa..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474323035820517202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_izy__R51I/AAAAAAAAARs/7-IpEXYo8og/s320/Wall+Street+Institute+Logo+%28Kania%29_named.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I wish someday.. My tongue could be like this, as an evidence, that my English proficiency has been the same with Americans'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The picture above, is a girl from Wall Street Institute; School of English. Her name is &lt;strong&gt;Kania Indhiara Dewi&lt;/strong&gt;, and her tongue means that her English proficiency has been the same with Americans'. For WSI, I don't mean to 'steal' your logo, but I just wanna be smarter in English by 'applying' your logo to my English proficiency. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess that’s all. If I have any difficulties in English again, I’m gonna type it in my blog anymore. Bye guys…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-2197434703454828991?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/2197434703454828991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=2197434703454828991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/2197434703454828991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/2197434703454828991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/05/learn-english-profoundly_21.html' title='Learn English Profoundly'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_i4gpU9G7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/eYRMKXBZYQw/s72-c/4077270868_af3875453f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-7807472564018496400</id><published>2010-05-20T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:57:44.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Article for &apos;Revealed&apos; Magazine'/><title type='text'>Several Things I hate About Jakartans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Couple days ago, I was hit by ‘Ninja’ (a huge motorcycle) when I was driving my motorcycle. Meanwhile, my motorcycle was only ‘Vario’ (an automatic motorcycle of which body is not really huge). That Ninja veered across the road while overtaking the traffic jam, without being careful. So when I stopped behind the car, he hit me strongly (I considered him as a stupid people because he didn’t realize that his motorcycle was huge) until we fell down and wreaked the din. As that thing happened to me and I can't take Jakartans' bad behaviour anymore, so I express my madness by creating this post. Check these out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Traffic Jam Causer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_UgioyreAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nv8s5pDuDWM/s1600/Jakarta+Macet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473316701576329218" style="WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_UgioyreAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nv8s5pDuDWM/s200/Jakarta+Macet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_UgwlnzdsI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FcmETmXNdD8/s1600/razia-pkl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473316941243578050" style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_UgwlnzdsI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FcmETmXNdD8/s200/razia-pkl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The left picture is Jakarta's condition while traffic jam, and the right picture is about the cadgers who induce a traffic jam. WHAT THE F*CK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, the first thing I hate about Jakarta is the traffic jam. Of course, traffic jam must be caused by people, right? Both the vehicle drivers and the other people, like pedestrians even the cadgers alongside the road. Like I said in the first paragraph, I was hit by a huge motorcycle strongly. I used to see when there was a long traffic jam in the road next to my school. Apparently, there was a big truck whose way was dissuaded by a vegetable cart alongside the road. Stupidly, the trader didn’t want to turn aside his cart, so it took a very long time. It was completely obnoxious. But fortunately, I could turn around and went home through the other way, so I didn’t come home late. Relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Fanatic People (Who Induce a Chaos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_UjtuDygmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XZm0m5DXDL8/s1600/jakmania2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473320190503715426" style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_UjtuDygmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XZm0m5DXDL8/s200/jakmania2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_VOlzGysfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/p6X56RUtQvE/s1600/they+burnt+PWG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473367333419528690" style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_VOlzGysfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/p6X56RUtQvE/s200/they+burnt+PWG%27s+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_VO4MnzypI/AAAAAAAAARE/mVCf8qX_GLg/s1600/sketching+the+public+facilities.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473367649506544274" style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_VO4MnzypI/AAAAAAAAARE/mVCf8qX_GLg/s200/sketching+the+public+facilities.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The left one, is Jakmanians' demonstration in front of cop headquarters, and the right one and below one, are PWG haters' chaos (they burnt PWG poster and sketched road unauthorizedly). For high school students' illegal group, I can't install the picture because it seems like vilifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Another thing is about the fanatic people who usually induce a din. There are many kinds of groups of fanatic people in Indonesia. Usually groups which is from lower class people is worse than group from people in the upper class (like a group of fashion buff, and many more, because they never wreak the din). The worst groups in Indonesia, in my opinion, are &lt;strong&gt;Jakmanians&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;PeeWee Gaskin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(a group band)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;haters&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;high school students’ illegal groups&lt;/strong&gt;. Persija is national football club from Jakarta. There are lots of people like Persija (people from the lower class, absolutely), until they make a group named as The Jakmania. Jakmanians’ trademark is orange shirt, with remark ‘&lt;em&gt;Gue Anak Jakarta&lt;/em&gt;’ (&lt;em&gt;I’m the real Jakartan&lt;/em&gt; in English). They also often held a campaign in order to support Persija if there’s a football match (usually in Senayan). But their campaign is usually goddamn rude and wreaks the din too. Then, absolutely, cause the traffic jam again, especially in the highway. Badly, most of cops in Jakarta are pretty coward. They are not brave to intercept or detain Jakmanians, so they do not set the street well. And then, there is PeeWee Gaskin haters. I ever saw their pictures on internet, they sketched public facilities (road, wall, and so on) with bad pictures and remarks without thinking of the effects. Also, there's high school illegal group. In every school (especially high school) usually has a name for their batch at their school (my former school included, but I’m not included as a member of it). They usually write their name in public facilities too, because of being proud with their batch’s name. Heeellllooo… you may be proud with your batch, but you may not be proud of it by writing your batch’s name in public facilities. I ever saw my former school batch’s name in Kota (Central Jakarta), whereas my former school is located at Srengseng, West Jakarta. Sh*t!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Egoistic people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_VQR_hiExI/AAAAAAAAARk/oGKuALLomws/s1600/egoistic+people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473369192178782994" style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_VQR_hiExI/AAAAAAAAARk/oGKuALLomws/s200/egoistic+people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even securities can be so egoistic in Jakarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don’t like people who only prioritize their own self anytime. That’s what usually happens in Jakarta. Most of Jakartans are egoistic. They do not care about anything that happens around them. They only care about their self, even for the people in the lower class. I ever experienced when I was parking my motorcycle at the mall. Unluckily, the motorcycle parking lot was too small. The worst thing is, there was a security who just stood up without directing me to park my motorcycle (maybe, he didn't want to be tired. What a 'fake' security!). So I got angry, and I parked my motorcycle arbitrarily, then I left it. Then, that security called me rudely and asked me to park my motorcycle well, and I scolded him why he didn’t direct me well when I was parking my motorcycle. So he apologized to me and directed me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually there are still many things I hate about Jakartans, but I'm sorry, I can't mention all of them. Besides, I don't remember them all. So, I wish this could be useful for anybody who hasn’t known about it. Bye…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-7807472564018496400?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/7807472564018496400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=7807472564018496400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/7807472564018496400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/7807472564018496400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/05/several-things-i-hate-about-jakartans.html' title='Several Things I hate About Jakartans'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_UgioyreAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nv8s5pDuDWM/s72-c/Jakarta+Macet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-8899779173676425149</id><published>2010-05-17T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:58:06.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Additional Post: Expressing My Nervousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Do not read this if you don't want to waste your precious time! (but you'd better read it. Hehe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please help me how to overcome nervousness! My graduation day will be held 2 days from now (May 19, 2010), and I feel completely nervous because I'm performing singing. I'm so nervous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my pictures when I was joining Newscasting competition in my facebook account. Well, I became the third winner due to my nervousness (that's what the judges said to me when I was being commented). I read the script with a bit of 'shiver', so I didn't get the requirements of becoming the winner. Whereas, while audition, I got the second rank from 20 finalists, and I didn't feel so nervous. But when I was performing at the final day, I couldn't read it well. FYI, when I was walking toward the seat (which was put in the middle of my school field), there were many friends supported me. They mentioned my name numerous time by saying &lt;em&gt;'come on, dude! You can do it!&lt;/em&gt;' But when I sat on the seat, I slowly became so nervous. Huhuu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_EcpzziKsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8_ZUpJHI8BA/s1600/11565_1197295608146_1101160708_30575787_758102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472186526838434498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_EcpzziKsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8_ZUpJHI8BA/s320/11565_1197295608146_1101160708_30575787_758102_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;This is me when I was doing my Newscasting, sitting on the seat, in the middle of my school field. I read the script with a bit of 'shiver' because I was so nervous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;That's all what I wanna say. I just wanna express my nervousness because I don't know to whom I can tell this. Thank you, I feel quiet relieved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-8899779173676425149?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/8899779173676425149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=8899779173676425149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/8899779173676425149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/8899779173676425149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/05/additional-post-my-nervousness.html' title='Additional Post: Expressing My Nervousness'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S_EcpzziKsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8_ZUpJHI8BA/s72-c/11565_1197295608146_1101160708_30575787_758102_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-819262961794898644</id><published>2010-05-12T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T02:30:40.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Movies and Songs'/><title type='text'>No Boundaries From Mr. Lambert and Allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;First of all, I don't mean to copy or be inspired by Denita Biyanda Utami's post, entitled as No Boundaries. I actually don't know exactly whether the 'real' singer is Adam or Kris, but the first time I heard this song, it was sung by Kris Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tittle-tattle-chit-chat.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-boundaries.html"&gt;http://tittle-tattle-chit-chat.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-boundaries.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! I really appreciate American Idol because they had Kris and Adam. I don't mean that I'm a gay and I love them. But, since I heard his song, No Boundaries, which tells people not to give up in reaching something. FYI, I heard this song in the radio when I was having a problem with university entrance test (I've got rejected by 2 state universities, whereas I had studied hard). He said, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Just when you’ve almost gave up on your dreams. Then take it by the hand and show you that you can. There are no boundaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" It really supported me to reach my goal and not to give up to pursue my dreams although there are still some odds. So, I downloaded these songs soon (both Adam's and Kris' version), and now, I can't stop listening it in my iTunes by imagining Kris' or Adam's face. Once again, I don't mean to be a gay! I imagine their face because it seems like being supported. Moreover, if people who support us are famous people like Kris Allen or Adam Lambert. Haha.. For Kris and Adam, thanks a lot for creating this song. I really like you! You know what! I'm gonna sing your No Boundaries song in my high school graduation (I’m asked to sing in my graduation day by myself, but I'm gonna sing it in Adam's version because the music will be played by piano). By singing it, I could advise all of my friends in my high school batch from the stage, maybe. Haha.. Because, It's like telling all my friends not to give up to pursue their each aspiration after 'releasing' their white-gray uniform (high school students in Indonesia usually wear white-gray uniform), I mean after finishing their high school. Well, I'm gonna keep my fingers crossed that Kris Allen or Adam Lambert will read my blog and knows about my gratitude to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S-uZ-P-OyMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1VkOwgwHG3E/s1600/adam-lambert-no-boundaries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470635467090086082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S-uZ-P-OyMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1VkOwgwHG3E/s320/adam-lambert-no-boundaries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470386014536703170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S-q3GMy5nMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/aaFk7GXivck/s320/kris-allen-no-boundaries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the song lyrics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Kris Allen - No Boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seconds, hours, so many days&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want, but how long can you wait?&lt;br /&gt;Every moment last forever&lt;br /&gt;When you've lost your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my chances were already gone?&lt;br /&gt;I started believing that I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;But you give me one good reason&lt;br /&gt;To fight and never walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, still holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every step, you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breathe, it's harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;you'll make it through the pain, weather the hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;To get to that one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think the road is going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Just when you almost gave up on your dreams&lt;br /&gt;They take you by the hand and show you that you can&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought to the limit, to stand on the edge&lt;br /&gt;What if today is as good as it gets?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where the future's heading&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've jumped every bridge and I've run every line&lt;br /&gt;I risked being safe but I always knew why&lt;br /&gt;I always knew&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, still holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every step, you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breathe, it's harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through the pain, weather the hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;To get to that one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think the road is going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Just when you almost gave up on your dreams&lt;br /&gt;They take you by the hand and show you that you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go higher, you can go deeper&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries above and beneath you&lt;br /&gt;Break every rule cause' there's nothing between you&lt;br /&gt;And your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every step, you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, it's harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every step, you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, it's harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through the pain, weather the hurricanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are no boundaries (3x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Once again, thanks a lot Kris and Adam for creating this song. Bye..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-819262961794898644?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/819262961794898644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=819262961794898644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/819262961794898644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/819262961794898644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-boundaries-from-mr-allen.html' title='No Boundaries From Mr. Lambert and Allen'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S-uZ-P-OyMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1VkOwgwHG3E/s72-c/adam-lambert-no-boundaries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-1739724117421113778</id><published>2010-05-04T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T06:13:48.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Movies and Songs'/><title type='text'>Last Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, that is actually the last movie I watched, so I don’t actually mean to tell about my last holiday. Precisely, the holiday has just been begun. That movie is utterly great for me. Because the plot is very understandable, has a great moral value, and the stars are very great too. Such as Queen Latifah as a main character, LL Cool J, Alicia Witt, and so forth. And I’ve copied it to my laptop (I’m used to copying good movies to my laptop after finished watching it, actually). I know, it’s kinda same with pirating DVD, but I never ‘burn’ it (the name of copying file to CD in computer) to be published, and sell it illegally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467434965974730658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S-A7IkN5R6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/KKPgt-38kC0/s320/last-holiday-box-cover-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story (I copied this synopsis from Wikipedia, because I had been too tired to re-think about the plot, and that's why there are no grammatical errors and wrong vocabularies in this synopsis), about a woman, named as Georgia Byrd, an employee in the cookware department at Kragen's Department Store in New Orleans, is a shy, unassuming woman who longs to cook professionally, and who records her dreams of a better life in a journal labeled "Possibilities." While flirting with a co-worker Sean Williams (LL Cool J), she bumps her head on a cabinet door and is taken to the store's health center for a CAT scan. There she is told by company physician Dr. Gupta she has several brain tumors resulting from a rare neurological disorder called Lampington's Disease. Since her HMO plan will not cover the exorbitant cost of an operation, Georgia resigns herself to the fact she has only a few weeks to live, quits her job, liquidates her assets, and sets off on a dream vacation at the deluxe Grandhotel Pupp in the spa city of Karlovy Vary in the Czech Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Free of inhibitions and determined to live life to the fullest, Georgia checks into the Presidential Suite, buys a designer wardrobe in expensive boutiques, makes extensive use of the hotel's spa facilities, attempts snowboarding and base jumping off of a dam, enjoys succulent meals prepared by world-renowned Chef Didier, and wins a small fortune playing roulette in the casino. She impresses the hotel's staff, with the exception of cantankerous guest services manager Miss Gunther (Susan Kellermann), with her naive manner and forthright kindness, and mingles with some of the other guests, including Matthew Kragen, a self-help guru and coincidentally the owner of the store where she works; his assistant/mistress Ms. Burns; pandering Senator Dillings from her home state of Louisiana; and prominent Congressman Stewart (Michael Nouri). Kragen is skeptical about Georgia's origins and suspects her of trying to sabotage his business, but the rest are charmed by her free spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kragen bribes Miss Gunther to dig up information about Georgia's background, she finds a letter Georgia has written providing instructions for the disposal of her remains after her death. Miss Gunther is moved by the letter and realizes Georgia's self-confidence and sunny optimism have touched everyone who has met her since her arrival. She confesses to Georgia she found the letter and urges her to return home and spend her last days with those she loves. Georgia takes Miss Gunther's advice and heads for the airport, only to discover an avalanche has blocked the road. Unbeknownst to her, Sean - having learned of her diagnosis and ready to acknowledge his feelings for her - is in a taxi on the other side of the snowdrift, trying to reach her at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia returns to the hotel, and Sean starts across the snow on foot. At a New Year's Eve party that evening, Kragen exposes Georgia as a saleswoman in one of his stores, but his colleagues, disgusted by Kragen's insensitivity, embrace her and abandon him. Dejected and embarrassed, Kragen goes up an upper floor of the hotel and sits on the ledge contemplating suicide. Georgia tries to persuade him to come down, suggesting if he were nicer and less driven and greedy, he would be a happier person.Sean arrives at the hotel and joins Georgia and Kragen on the ledge. In the lobby, Miss Gunther finds a fax from Dr. Gupta, in which he tells Georgia she was misdiagnosed due to X-rays generated by a broken, outdated CAT scanner. Miss Gunther rushes up to the ledge to announce the good news. Georgia and Sean return to New Orleans to get married and open a restaurant, where they are visited by Chef Didier and Georgia's long-time inspiration, Emeril Lagasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After watching it, I feel that movie is kinda worth to watch. Because, I still remember when there is one waitress told her not to be dead soon, and if she thinks that she will be dead soon, she shall be with people she loves. Also, I’ve also learned that we have to be grateful about anything which is given by God and not to be arrogant if we have felt that we have been so lucky until we can’t accept if there’s somebody better than us, until we get spendthrift and dissatisfied to get what that person have got. I could see it from Matthew’s attitude when he turns green with envy because he considers that Georgia is better than him until he feels unlucky anymore. Hmmm.. what an inspiring movie. I like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-1739724117421113778?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/1739724117421113778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=1739724117421113778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1739724117421113778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1739724117421113778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-holiday.html' title='Last Holiday'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S-A7IkN5R6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/KKPgt-38kC0/s72-c/last-holiday-box-cover-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-6710371431135498592</id><published>2010-04-23T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:58:50.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Post-Exam’s Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, for a long time not typing my story to my blog, I really miss this. After exam finished, there are heaps of information to share. Okay, I’m gonna tell you one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’ve lost my hope about The International Program of University of Indonesia and Islamic State University, Syarif Hidayatullah since I wasn’t accepted at Diponegoro University. The entrance test was sooooo difficult. Especially for integrated social science. Whereas, Diponegoro University is not considered as a great state university in Indonesia, but I’m not accepted at it! Besides, I’ve also lost my desire about University of Indonesia since it's willing to be bribed by a course place initialized as ‘SR’. You should know, by only paying 40 million rupiahs, you can be accepted at University of Indonesia and passed the National Exam, even if you’re dumb. Because you will be given the answer key of National Exam and entry test of UI. So it seems like ‘selling’ your own brain as 40 million rupiahs and 5 million rupiahs per month. Helllloooo… how stupid you are if let your brain paid as 40 million rupiahs and 5 million rupiahs per month. So I decide to only continue my college time at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;London School of Public Relation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (International College of Communication in Jakarta). Well, at least I've got one of my wish in my '&lt;em&gt;wish list to do&lt;/em&gt;' post on the first point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Students’ National Exam results will be announced at April 26th via Internet. Huaaaa.. wish me passed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My School graduation for 12th graders will be held in May 19th. And you know what, I get a seat next to Obiel, from the class next-door, whom I’m really afraid of. Because he likes outwitting and doing prank to other people. But you should know that he has been accepted at University of Indonesia because of joining SR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In April 14, 2010, my sister asked her friends to come along to my house and one of them was one guy. You know what, he asked my cellphone number and asked me to go out together. He also kept asking me when I was on-lining. And if I answered something, he always agreed. Like, “Do you like watching football? What is your favorite team?” and I answered “MU” he said that it’s same with his. Well, he seemed like a gay. Eeeeewwwhh.. just think about if there is a person whose sex is same with yours, who tries to be close to you. How lame it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My sister is pretty tawdry by coloring her hair to be brunette and coloring her nails with shocking pink nail polish. Cringe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My headset has been broken. That’s why I can’t listen to the music from my iPod anymore. Huhuuu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After eating pecking duck with the so-hot chili, I got bloated until I farted numerous times. And it was so… eeeewwwhh… foul-smelling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my neighbors bought a dog which is very similar with Hachiko in Hachiko movie. I can be really close with this ‘counterfeit’ Hachiko. But unfortunately, my religion doesn’t allow Islamic people to be too close with dog. Because it is considered as a forbidden animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indonesia’s condition is getting worse. The traffic jam, vehicle drivers (I still remember when I was driving my motorcycle and almost being crashed by another motorcycle because he drove from the opposite direction), Jakartan’s bad behavior, even for the Jakarta’s hotness which might burn your skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-6710371431135498592?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/6710371431135498592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=6710371431135498592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/6710371431135498592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/6710371431135498592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-exams-highlights.html' title='Post-Exam’s Highlights'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-808684762036523701</id><published>2010-04-06T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:59:18.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><title type='text'>Casual post</title><content type='html'>Oh my God! You know what, I'm typing this post directly from my BlackBerry while I'm still inside the class, waiting for the bell rung and time to go home. FYI, I'm a 12th grader now, and my studying time (not only for me, but also for all of 12th graders at my school) has been done since all exams have been through. In my class now, there are only 18 students who come to the school. But some of them aren't inside the class. There are only me, Kieky, Iqbal, Nongky, Tito, Dana, Ai, Novin, and Fernando who have a little chit-chat at the corner, Nemon who is busy with her BlackBerry, also Keisha and Ilung who're listening to the music together. Added by Abu from the class next-door, whose appearance is like a total crap. Okay I know it sounds lame and unimportant, but I'm just expressing my boredom by creating this post. Wish the bell rung soon and quickly, so I could go home. This school is like a total crap because it's very unimportant. B-O-R-I-N-G!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-808684762036523701?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/808684762036523701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=808684762036523701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/808684762036523701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/808684762036523701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/04/casual-post.html' title='Casual post'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-4263240378433149106</id><published>2010-03-28T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:59:42.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Prepare for The International</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since UN a.k.a National Exam has been finished (wish me passed from my high school, pleeeaaasssee..), I think it’s time to focus on university entrance test. Also, I have to focus on TOEFL and IELTS test because I’ve enrolled the International Class Program of 2 state universities (so that I can get the International Degree after finishing the college). That’s why I need to expand my English proficiency and my general knowledge (especially in Social and Political Science). So, I borrowed these books 2 months ago from my cousin who ever joined TOEFL and IELTS test in America. Believe me, he got 675 TOEFL score! Holy mackerel!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S69ELqU0cUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/a9ZTCCJUbJI/s1600/TOEFL+iBT+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453652640899821890" style="WIDTH: 154px; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S69ELqU0cUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/a9ZTCCJUbJI/s200/TOEFL+iBT+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S69Evaif6GI/AAAAAAAAAOc/u71uCu0g0p0/s1600/TOEFL+essay+book.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453653255137519714" style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S69Evaif6GI/AAAAAAAAAOc/u71uCu0g0p0/s200/TOEFL+essay+book.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S69MqB8m5UI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MHljfuTwa7s/s1600/IELTS+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453661958729819458" style="WIDTH: 149px; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S69MqB8m5UI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MHljfuTwa7s/s200/IELTS+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S69M368aq2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/YICqyuQWFzk/s1600/SAT+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453662197368138594" style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S69M368aq2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/YICqyuQWFzk/s200/SAT+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I’ve just said the International Class Program of 2 state universities, and I haven’t told you what kind of universities and academy I register. The first state university is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;University of Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Psychology &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;study program (I actually wanted to register International Relation or Communication major, but unfortunately they don't have the International Class Program. Cringe!!). It needs 500 TOEFL score of paper-based, 173 score of computer-based and 62 score for internet-based. Also, it needs minimum 5,5 score of IELTS. The worst part is, it also needs 1100 score of SAT test (in 1600 basic scale). Geez! I’m not really smart in computational things like Economical Science, Accounting and Math. Or probably, I’m quiet stupid at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I enroll the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Islamic State University, Syarif Hidayatullah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;International Relation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;study program (International Class Program). But its requirements are not really hard to be fulfilled. First, I just have to pass its entrance test such as UMB or SNMPTN (it’s a kind of national university entry test in Indonesia, held by government of education), and then it will take your TOEFL, IELTS and SAT score at the 2nd semester. Above all, you just have to have an English ability, because in the middle of 4th semester, you will be sent to its related university in overseas. Just FYI, I really want to go to U.S because that is my utmost destination since I was kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay fellas. I really need your encouragement and support to confront their International Program entry test. Wish me luck and accepted. Also, wish me got the easiness while doing it and I’ll be able to go to study abroad. Bye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-4263240378433149106?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/4263240378433149106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=4263240378433149106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/4263240378433149106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/4263240378433149106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/03/prepare-for-international.html' title='Prepare for The International'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S69ELqU0cUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/a9ZTCCJUbJI/s72-c/TOEFL+iBT+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-1059769715741173173</id><published>2010-03-17T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:00:04.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>What’s Up For Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today, I woke up earlier because my parents would have a destination to Bali as an employee vacation from their office and I had a chance of holiday as a ‘quiet day’ before UN. That’s why I had to wake up earlier because I had to help them to take their stuffs and suitcases to the car luggage. Also I had to open my house’s gate to let my sister take the car out of the garage. After everything had finished, I apparently couldn’t sleep because I didn’t feel drowsy anymore. So I did anything I wanted to, like..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, I went to my bedroom to tidy up my bed, and I saw myself in the mirror. I just knew that for a long time I hadn’t washed my face, so it looked so dirty. Also, I hadn’t got to shave my mustache and beard, so I looked so messy. I felt like 5 years older than my real age. O-M-G..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, I went to the kitchen to have a coffee and turned on the television and I soon chose Metro TV channel. Apparently, there was my favorite news announcer, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, performed at Metro Pagi (it's a kind of News Program at Metro TV channel) and he was talking about smoking prohibition for Indonesian in a public place. He also said, that smoker who smokes in the public place will get a sanction. Geez! I’m a kind of smoker! But, I can’t smoke in a public place. Should I smoke in my home? No!! I don’t want my parents know that their son is a smoker. Ck ck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Third, I went to the yard to give my hamsters and rabbit some foods, and I suddenly saw my ‘beloved’ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (it’s actually my motorcycle. I really love it, and I named it as ‘Bario’. It’s a short-name of ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blue-Vario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’. Haha.. LOL..) hadn’t been washed for a long time. It looked so dirty with lots of dirt in its body. Also, its gasoline was about to be empty. What a pity it was..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, I took my laptop to online, but I just knew that there was a barrage of virus inside it. That’s why it was very slow in loading. It was very obnoxious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That’s all about my holiday resentment. Thanks a lot for making me fed up! Screw today!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-1059769715741173173?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/1059769715741173173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=1059769715741173173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1059769715741173173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1059769715741173173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-up-for-today.html' title='What’s Up For Today?'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-8806108072736711043</id><published>2010-03-14T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:00:32.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Does Cat Really Have Nine Lives?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, when I had just finished renting DVD from the video rental close to my house, I saw a strange thing happened. The one of animal I really like, cat, was almost crushed by one of public transportation named as 'Angkot', but it didn't get killed. Well, it was the most terrible yet most bizarre thing I ever saw. Just imagine it, can living creatures keep living although they have been crushed? Even for the cat, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S50AjqRyA1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZlMf7u1_6yc/s1600-h/cattish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448511736832459602" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S50AjqRyA1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZlMf7u1_6yc/s200/cattish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've ever heard about the superstition that cat will never be dead even if they have been slammed or even crushed. That's because they have nine lives. But I can't agree with that superstition easily because I'm not that superstitious person. How about you? Do you agree with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all about my curiosity. I think that's quite trivial and unimportant. Just neglect it if you feel the same. Bye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-8806108072736711043?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/8806108072736711043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=8806108072736711043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/8806108072736711043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/8806108072736711043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/03/does-cat-really-have-nine-lives.html' title='Does Cat Really Have Nine Lives?'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S50AjqRyA1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZlMf7u1_6yc/s72-c/cattish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-3936684642461776418</id><published>2010-03-12T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:00:59.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Sophisticated Cellphone Can be A Catastrophe in Cheating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like I said in my previous post that I'm faced by many try-out tests in my school because National Exam a.k.a UN will be implemented less than 9 days from now. Absolutely, sometimes, students have to cheat in exam in order to get a good score even the best. In cheating, we can't just use a little paper to note the answer key, and give it to the others. Because we need a media to be able to keep contact to the others while cheating, without having to be seen suspicious. Yeah, of course, we really need a cellphone to do it. Recently, I've seen many kinds and forms of cellphone. Begun from the cheapest one like Esia Huawei, even the biggest and the most expensive one like Blackberry, Nokia E63, and E71. In my opinion, using a cellphone as a media of cheating is the best way, but I think, using a large cellphone with Qwerty style is not the best answer to cheat. Take some of my friends for example. In the last try-out test implementation, some of my friends, who own Blackberry were caught red-handedly by the supervisor because of their suspicious movements like looking down to their thigh numerous times (because they texted for each other by using their each cellphone). I could see that they were using it hardly because using large cellphone like that is a kind of hard thing to do in some situations. You can see that Blackberry and E71 has a very small keypads, also, in texting others, the words are very tiny. So, I conclude that having a blackberry can give a havoc to human being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S5z4Q7EcRDI/AAAAAAAAANs/J4ly_hjJ1nc/s1600-h/rim-blackberry-bold-smartphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448502618829374514" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S5z4Q7EcRDI/AAAAAAAAANs/J4ly_hjJ1nc/s200/rim-blackberry-bold-smartphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S5z4idGcUZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nIJSE6JyNLw/s1600-h/e71.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448502920022348178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S5z4idGcUZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nIJSE6JyNLw/s200/e71.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blackberry and Nokia E71 are not really good as a media of cheating because of too big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, is about touch-screened cellphones. There are also some of my friends who own touch-screened cellphone like Samsung Star and I-Phone. In cheating, I was ever texting my friend while cheating but she replied it so long. After the try-out finished, I asked her, and she answered that it was hard for her to reply my SMS because her cellphone is too big and its shape is touch-screened. So, it was hard for her to typing words. After that she promised me to use her mother's cellphone while UN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S5z5lUb5rAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8Lb-uobldFE/s1600-h/apple_iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448504068747668482" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S5z5lUb5rAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8Lb-uobldFE/s200/apple_iphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S5z52hGFocI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JbOrPgCyWgc/s1600-h/samsung1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448504364203614658" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S5z52hGFocI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JbOrPgCyWgc/s200/samsung1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Even for I-Phone and Samsung Star. They're not really good either as a media of cheating because of their complication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;From it, I can conclude that being sophisticated can give a catastrophe. I know, it's kinda trivial and nonsense thing, but I do believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-3936684642461776418?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/3936684642461776418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=3936684642461776418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3936684642461776418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3936684642461776418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/03/sophisticated-cellphone-can-be.html' title='Sophisticated Cellphone Can be A Catastrophe in Cheating'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S5z4Q7EcRDI/AAAAAAAAANs/J4ly_hjJ1nc/s72-c/rim-blackberry-bold-smartphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-7782226771460641091</id><published>2010-03-12T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:01:27.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>- List of Burdens -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi folks, I really want to share my problems which really impose my mind and also intuition. Because I extremely need an enjoyment from you. Well, I have a barrage of burdens in my life nowadays. At the last time of my high school, even when I will be confronted by many exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; First, I'm really hit by financial problem. Well, I'm a kind of spendthrift person. That's why I'm running out of money now. For example, If there's an addiction which I really want, I can casually buy it even if I have to sacrifice my savings. For example, yesterday, I really wanted to watch Alice in Wonderland. Apparently, at CBD Ciledug, it had existed. So I went there soon, and watched it by myself. Even sometimes I used my salary of teaching from &lt;em&gt;LIA&lt;/em&gt; and writing article to '&lt;em&gt;Revealed&lt;/em&gt;' &lt;em&gt;magazine&lt;/em&gt; for the useless things. Whereas, I have planned everything that I want to do with my money before and after UN (National Exam). Like treating my friends as my birthday celebration (because I haven't got to treat them in my last birthday) and buying a fee for my cellphone as a media for cheating in UN. Although this problem isn't related to my family, but I'm really dizzy to think about it. Because it pushes me so much to be more diligent in managing my finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Second, on the first point, I mention 'UN' a.k.a National Exam. Well, that's actually my main problem. I have never scored well since the first time of UN try-out test implemented, especially for Math, Economic, and Geographic. Although I've never failed in it, but I really worry for the UN's 'real' queries. Just FYI, UN will be implemented less than 10 days from now, but I haven't been ready to do it. I haven't even had any preparation of it. I'm just forced by many try-out queries from my school and my course place. But like I said, I hardly scored well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Third, is about my, with one of my friend's friendship, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Since my ass-hole friend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wildan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, asked her whether her bra size is 38 B or not and told her that he just knew it from me, it made her mad so much. Hence, she began to stay herself away from me and never talked to me until now. I'm trying to explain, but she always avoids me. Actually at the last Thursday, I had spoken to her privately and she told me that she's not mad at me anymore. But I think she didn't forgive me whole-heartedly because she said it reluctantly. And today, I passed into her, but she didn't regard at me at all. So I bet she's still mad at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all about my burdens. Wish me able to solve it well and be patient while solving it. Thanks a lot guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-7782226771460641091?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/7782226771460641091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=7782226771460641091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/7782226771460641091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/7782226771460641091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/03/list-of-burdens.html' title='- List of Burdens -'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-4809369392603308771</id><published>2010-03-08T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:02:03.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>New Blackberry.. Testing..</title><content type='html'>It's time to blogwalking by blackberrying. I just wanna test whether I can type my story from my blackberry. Not from my old 'EJI' a.k.a E71. Haha.. Well, that's all. Thanks a lot for reading this unimportant post. Lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-4809369392603308771?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/4809369392603308771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=4809369392603308771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/4809369392603308771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/4809369392603308771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-blackberry-testing.html' title='New Blackberry.. Testing..'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-3654162207176465591</id><published>2010-02-25T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:03:02.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Article for &apos;Revealed&apos; Magazine'/><title type='text'>Human Metamorphosis (Inspired from Reva's)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've just finished reading my friend's post, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, in her blog, entitled as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'A Metamorphosis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mimbelwimbel.blogspot.com/2010/02/metaphore.html"&gt;http://mimbelwimbel.blogspot.com/2010/02/metaphore.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By reading it, I just knew that a methamorphosis in every living creatures can be changed for a better or even worse. She gives Britney Spears as an example who has a worse metamorphosis, and Butterfly which has a better metamorphosis. I do really agree with her statement that every living creatures has a metamorphosis and it can be better or even worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Back to my previous article (I mean '&lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt;' in my blog, but '&lt;em&gt;article&lt;/em&gt;' in Revealed Magazine) entitled as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Little Bad Things can Be a Big Crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' which discussed about my friend, initialized as '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'. Just FYI, first time I saw him at the 10th grade in my high school, he seemed like a good guy. Because one of my friend,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Yanuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, was a close friend of him (but now, they're just a schoolmates, they're not close for each other anymore). At the 11th grade, It was the first time I knew him because I was a classmate of him. He was good to be asked to chat, and also a good guy to be a friend of my studying group. Also he was dilligent in doing homeworks and school assignments. At 12th grade (now), I become a classmate of him again. He sat with me at the first time of 12th grade and he always wanted me to teach him english because he thought that he's not really good at it. Well, I gladly taught him. But now, at the 2nd semester to be exact, his goodness has been '&lt;em&gt;away&lt;/em&gt;', because of being influenced by the other scoundrels' bad behavior.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, from it, I conclude that it's really unfortunate to metaphore ourselves to be worse by demolishing our positive sides (inside ourselves). Well, as a human being, we really have to be 'a Butterfly' by 'expanding' ourselves to be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-3654162207176465591?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/3654162207176465591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=3654162207176465591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3654162207176465591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3654162207176465591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/02/human-metamorphosis-inspired-from-revas.html' title='Human Metamorphosis (Inspired from Reva&apos;s)'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-4076060068406995199</id><published>2010-02-25T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:03:59.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Article for &apos;Revealed&apos; Magazine'/><title type='text'>Little Bad Things Can be A Big Crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Well, nowadays, I see a lot of bad things (especially crime) around me. Begun from the smallest things in my school, such as stealing friend's stationery, until the huge one like the corrupt officials. Well, I think, the crime that happened around us, can happen easily if we familiarize doing it since we're kid. That's all what I see in my school nowadays which is usually done by scoundrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I wanna say that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I don't mean to vilify, disparage, or slander people who is discussed in my following remarks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But, It's true! First, let me tell you about the origin of story. Well, I take my classmates as the example, especially for the year book's committee in my class. They want to repeat doing the photo session of year book, just because they don't wannabe defeated by the other classes' pictures. Well I mean, they consider that the other classes' pictures, such as Social 1st's and Social 3rd's, are better than ours. So they don't want to be seen worse than theirs by repeating the year book photo session. The only thing I really resent is, the others who don't agree with the year book's repetition (myself included) have to pay its payment again and it's not cheap. Just FYI, we have to pay Rp55.000 and it's included to the robes. The most obnoxious guy in discussing it (who is included to the scoundrels), is initialized as '&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;'. Well, he always become full of passion and anger while discussing it. Added by his allusion for some people who mind with it and has told their parents about it. The worst thing I saw is, my friend, initialized as '&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;' said that he doesn't have any money again. But, the H said this easily; "&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;why don't you pawn something to yield money to pay this?!&lt;/span&gt;" Hearing it, I felt hellooo... how dare you saying that???!!! Do you think pawning something is easy??!! You precisely have done a corruption!! Frankly, I really have a suspicious on the year book's committee. Because, I'm afraid they will take the rest of our money to be stolen. That is really included to the corruption in the little scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From, it I could really learn a lesson. Well, some of the year book's committes are included to the scoundrels. They sometimes deal with teachers, included 'H'. It's no wonder if they raise the year book's payment to probably be stolen. And the lesson is, if we want to be a good person, do not start doing something bad since we're little. Because, It obviously will '&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;suppress&lt;/span&gt;' us to keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Not written to allude any people and I don't mean to be hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-4076060068406995199?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/4076060068406995199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=4076060068406995199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/4076060068406995199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/4076060068406995199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bad-things-can-be-big-crime.html' title='Little Bad Things Can be A Big Crime'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-3446254712229870398</id><published>2010-02-15T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:04:32.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><title type='text'>Last Week and So On..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week has become a time of implementing try-out test at my school as often as possible. Actually, this try-out test implementation has been done since 2 last weeks. But I just start typing about it now. Frankly, I really mind about my school's desicion, my principle's desicion for sure. He decided to make an intensive program for 12th graders (only focus on lessons of National Exam a.k.a UN) and implement try-out test as often as possible. The try-out test was started since 2 last weeks (actually it has been begun from the 1st semester. But I'm really lazy to tell the story about the try-out tests of it). Begun from try-out from the government of education in my country (I just passed in English; 8,0 and Indonesian; 6.4), followed by try-out of the extra lesson time from my school, and this week's try-out is from Gunadarma University. Frankly, I don't really like about the desicion of implementing try-out tests as often as possible. It makes me dizzy so much. Also, it makes me and my friends become afraid because of being imagined of difficulties while doing UN's queries. Just FYI, try-out lessons for today were Economics and English. They were very difficult to do. Especially for Economics. For each queries, they have a different codes with the others so that we couldn't cheat our friends' answers because the queries are different. But, I could still cheat my friend's answer, who had a same code with me, via SMS. Just FYI, while doing English queries, I really felt difiicult doing it. Secretly, I took its query without being known by my teachers. At the home, I counted the queries whom I couldn't do, and apparently, I had 19 queries that couldn't be done by me. Wow.. I was completely sad knowing it. Because, my score will be about 6,2 from 50 queris, listening section included. So, I really hope, in doing UN, I can do all of the queries, and my target of English score is 10,00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-3446254712229870398?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/3446254712229870398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=3446254712229870398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3446254712229870398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3446254712229870398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-week-and-so-on.html' title='Last Week and So On..'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-6808776602245366732</id><published>2010-02-13T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T06:04:39.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Article for &apos;Revealed&apos; Magazine'/><title type='text'>How to be not looking as ‘Alay’</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few days ago, I was just reading a note from one of my friend’s facebook account. Her note is entitled as ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’. I did really understand that the meaning of this AAA doesn’t have a same meaning of AAA in international medical world alias &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Age Atabile Antihipokratik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (like in the movie named as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anatomie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). But this AAA, according to the definition from adolescence, means &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anti Anak Alay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (which is also often called as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). Honestly, I don’t really understand why so many people (especially teens) in Indonesia seem hating Anak Alay. Whereas, I completely know that we might have ever become the one of this Alayers. Like texting other people by using large-small fonts and tawdry remarks (like “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KaMyuU uDacH Ma’Em bLom CaaYyy..??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”) or posing like shaping our forefinger to be 1-shaped, bloating our cheek, and putting our 1-shaped forefinger in front of it while being captured. But, as Alayers have defined as a loser in adolescence life, of course we don’t wanna be a part of Alayers, right? In order to do so, let me give you some suggestions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, one of Alayers trademarks is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;overacting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In doing something, don’t forget to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;keep yourself not to be so overacting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Like, becoming so excited when there’s Taylor Lutner while watching New Moon in the cinema because of being admired by his handsomeness. Because, It’s completely tawdry and we will be considered as the one of Alayers. How horrible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, have you ever watched L.A Lights advertisement about a guy named as Alex and he always changed his facebook’s status wherever he existed. Well, that’s the one of Alayers’ trademarks. I do agree with L.A Lights advert’s statement that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;if we want to exist, we don’t have to do it by altering our facebook’s or twitter’s status anywhere we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, while being captured, like I said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;don’t look so weird by posing with the bad pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Because, beside shaping our forefinger to be 1(or 2)-shaped and bloating our cheek, there are still many alay poses. If you’re chatting with Americans, do not ever tell yourself as the one of ‘emo’ person. Because emo has been considered as a bad credo, or according to Indonesian’s definition, it’s defined as Alay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, in spite of not really important, but typing the words; ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;plis repp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;’ at the end of your sentence of walling other people via facebook, is literally not a good idea. I know it from my friend’s note about that AAA. If you’re the one of American’s friends at facebook, do not ever type word ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;’ at the end of your sentence, because Americans have considered it as Alay (I know it from one of my American friends of my twitter, but I don't really know whether it's true or not). Also, if there’s some of your conservative friends who can’t accept revolutions, do not ever be tawdry by capturing in the mall, while shopping, while going to the party, and so forth. Because you will be criticized by them as Alay (again). Huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;physical appearance also has an important role to make yourself not to be so Alay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. If you go to the copious place. Just wear something interesting. For example, you wear flip flops while going to the luxurious mall. That’s a big word of ‘NO’ for your appearance. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, this is the last, the best, and the most beneficial suggest, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;expand your foreign language ability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Because I think, usually there are no Alayers who are smart in using foreign language. By expanding your foreign language, there will be few people who understand your remarks. Like entitling your facebook’s photo album in English sentence. I think, it will be the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, that’s all about my sugeestions. I hope you can get some informations by reading it. See you at the next article fellas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-6808776602245366732?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/6808776602245366732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=6808776602245366732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/6808776602245366732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/6808776602245366732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-be-not-looking-as-alay.html' title='How to be not looking as ‘Alay’'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-4624154964755854588</id><published>2010-02-13T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:45:51.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><title type='text'>Saturday Night Life by Celebrating Rizko’s Birthday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, at Saturday, February 06, 2009, it was the day of one of my best friend’s birthday. He is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rizko Fajarul Syamsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He invited some of his best friends, myself included, to be treated at Sky Dining, Plaza Semanggi as his birthday celebration. People he invited among other were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jeny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Medy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Medy’s boyfriend), and the last was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Actually, he invited &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too. But unfortunately, she couldn't come because she wasn't allowed by her parents to go out in the night (FYI, she has an Arabian descent. Arabian girl is not allowed to go out in the night). So, we went there without her presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he only had 200.000 Rupiahs, we were forced only to go to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Solaria Atmosphere Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But, because the preparation was very sudden, followed by raining in the afternoon started from 05.00 PM and I had just come home from my course, I didn’t give him any presents. Oooohh.. So sorry!! At the Sky Dining, it was completely crowd. It was a difficult time to find the seats. Luckily, there were some people who had just finished eating and Feby saw it quick. So, we soon went to the seats. That was so relieved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I told, the Sky Dining was really crowd. There were many various people with different characters. Most of people we saw are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sissy guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. There were many handsome guys but unfortunately they’re gay. How horrible!!! Also, there was a karaoke, showed on the small stage by some people. They wore an opened-everywhere clothes especially the girls. After we finished, we soon went to the elevator room. Inside the elevator, we were very freak by taking some pictures each other. If the elevator door opened, we stopped our ‘camerawork’ soon. That was so stupid and unforgettable, and we just arrived at our each home at 00.00. Wow, so embarassing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some pictures..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440713886397145986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S4FMdBs8o4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/dJryAmZpRW8/s320/Rizko%3B+The+Birthday+Guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rizko&lt;/span&gt;; The birthday guy. Happy 17th, dude. Haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440714711426265666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S4FNNDLN8kI/AAAAAAAAAMc/3Y9kErbHcB4/s320/Let%27s+Start+Partying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's start partying..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440719278632742162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S4FRW5WGLRI/AAAAAAAAANc/MaQPb0bWqQ8/s320/Medy+and+Acho.+Mmmm....jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Medy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acho&lt;/span&gt;. mmmm.. (living in the world for 18 years, I've never gotten a soulmate ever. Hiks..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440715775021643970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S4FOK9YHeMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/s7o8z41SIEo/s320/Adib%3B+So+Cooolll+haha...jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adib&lt;/span&gt;; so cooolll. Haha..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440716037656723842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S4FOaPxMwYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/sJy56Y2Q5h8/s320/Fooding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fooding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440716774544729858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S4FPFI4_ZwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RPKPS05TuV4/s320/Never+Stop+Fooding+and+also+SMOKING.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having fun by fooding and smoking. Hehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440717098137430770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S4FPX-XgKvI/AAAAAAAAANE/ddGffdKAXms/s320/Keep+Capturing,+even+Inside+the+Elevator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep capturing, eventhough inside the elevator &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440717945375008178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S4FQJSkrpbI/AAAAAAAAANM/3gVFokjBPLQ/s320/Ready+to+go+home...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ready to go home (pretty embarassing that we used motorcycle. Haha..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440718228208647362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S4FQZwNefMI/AAAAAAAAANU/tRABu5o8Mn4/s320/Jeni+and+I%3B+Ready+to+go+home+too.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jeni&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;; Ready to go home too..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, that was really impressive (and pretty embarassing becuse we used motorcycle to go). Partying with best friends will never be forgotten. See you at the next party or maybe celebration. Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-4624154964755854588?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/4624154964755854588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=4624154964755854588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/4624154964755854588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/4624154964755854588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-night-life-by-celebrating.html' title='Saturday Night Life by Celebrating Rizko’s Birthday..'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S4FMdBs8o4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/dJryAmZpRW8/s72-c/Rizko%3B+The+Birthday+Guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-5485205444634253487</id><published>2010-02-08T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T07:59:12.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Movies and Songs'/><title type='text'>Things I Learn From Watching ‘Joy Ride’ Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, watching western movie can give audiences a lesson. Unlike Indonesian movies which are not really beneficial because of being westernized by western’s bad culture like a porn scenes inside the movie without giving the moral lesson and clear main problem at its movie. The other movie that gave me a moral lesson since ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Confessions of Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;’ is ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joy Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’ movie. Well, I’ve just finished watching it, which is played by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Steve Zahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (roled as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Fuller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paul Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (roled as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leelee Sobieski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (roled as &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). In that movie, there are 2 boys, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. They’re brother for each other. Fuller is an older, and Lewis is a younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435883108159686130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S3Ai4uZnhfI/AAAAAAAAAME/OmjpftVe6g0/s320/joyride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the movie I mean..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here’s the story. One day, Fuller got a custody because of his wilderness while driving his car. So, as a beloved brother, Lewis had to exempt him from his custody. At that time, Lewis actually wanted to go to his girlfriend’s, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Venna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, house at Colorado. On the way of going, they were completely bored. Because the way was very long, and they were just both. Finally, Fuller who was naughtier got an idea to play a prank to somebody else they don’t know from the radio in their car. Fuller asked Lewis to disguise himself as a woman. Apparently, they got a guy with mysterious sound, who mentioned himself as ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rusty Nail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’. Meanwhile, Fuller disguised himself as ‘&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Sheep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’ and Lewis disguised himself as ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Candy Cane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’ by altering his voice into so womanly. They were very satisfied after playing a prank to Rusty Nail until they arrived to the motel, named as ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lone Star Motel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;’. After that, Rusty Nail called them again from his radio and Lewis answered that he wanted to meet Rusty Nail at that motel. He said that they stayed at room 17. Conversely, they stayed at room 18. When they were impatiently waiting, Lewis suddenly heard something, someone for sure, who was angry rudely to someone else at the room next to theirs. So, he soon told Fuller, and Fuller finally was forced to see behind the door. Apparently, there was someone came to room 17. Fuller became so happy because he thought that it was Rusty Nail. I mean, he thought that their plan to play a prank to somebody else succeeded. After a while, suddenly they heard something strange like some people who fought rudely. They also heard sounds like someone who got smothered by someone else who’s stronger. It was like a big chaos at the next room. They kept sticking up their ear to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, while Lewis washed his face, there were some sheriffs in front of their room. They asked Fuller some questions about the occurrence at the next room of theirs. Apparently, it was a murder. Fuller didn’t want to be responsible because he thought that he didn’t get involved, so did Lewis. But the sheriffs didn’t believe them. So they were asked to go to the hospital to see the murder’s victim and go to the sheriffs’ office to be interviewed. After they arrived to the hospital and saw the victim. The murder’s victim looked terrible with many injuries on his body and scratch-marked on his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they were finished, they went home. It was evening. They were through a long lonely road. Suddenly, there was a big truck followed behind them. But they didn’t really care about it. Until finally, Rusty Nail called them again. He sounded like feeling confused by pretending looking for Candy Cane to Black Sheep (Fuller). Lewis who had been afraid, grabbed the radio and apologized to Rusty Nail that it was just a joke. He also begged Rusty Nail to stop interrupting them. Meanwhile, Fuller had been confused because of Lewis’ cowardice. Suddenly, Rusty Nail asked that there is something they have to fix in their car. Lewis got curious and asked him. Suddenly, the big truck behind them honked at them loudly. They got shocked. After that, Rusty Nail told that he would chase their car. Fuller and Lewis were completely scared, and the big truck behind them suddenly crashed their car strongly. They soon begged and pleaded forgiveness from Rusty Nail that they were just joking to him. And Rusty Nail laughed that he just did a joke too and his vengeance has been revenged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, from that movie, I get a lesson that we can’t play a prank to someone else too much. Because, nobody knows whether someone we played prank on is crueler than us or not. This thing actually often happens in my life. Some scoundrels at my school, especially &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robbil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, often interrupts me. But, for me, it’s hard to do revenge to him. That’s why I always keep it in my mind until it persecutes me so much..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-5485205444634253487?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/5485205444634253487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=5485205444634253487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5485205444634253487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5485205444634253487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-learn-from-watching-joy-ride.html' title='Things I Learn From Watching ‘Joy Ride’ Movie'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S3Ai4uZnhfI/AAAAAAAAAME/OmjpftVe6g0/s72-c/joyride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-1730861983765192025</id><published>2010-02-04T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:05:13.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><title type='text'>Bad Try-Out Test's Score..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, it's the first time of applying intensive program at my school because there were 3 people who failed in doing national examination at the previous generation before mine. Today is also the time of announcing the score of the last try-out tests. I was completely desperate hearing it. Because, for me, the last try-out was pretty difficult even for &lt;strong&gt;Indonesian&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Sociology&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the english lesson, my teacher announced the English score of each students. But, &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillahirabbil alamin&lt;/em&gt;. Apparently, I got 8,0 in my English test. Just FYI, when I did it, I felt that it was so difficult. Moreover, some of my friends who had a same queries' code, relied on me while doing it. I was very happy knowing it. But, when my class was studying accounting, the teacher, &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Darodjah&lt;/strong&gt; a.k.a &lt;strong&gt;Bu DJ&lt;/strong&gt;, announced the Accounting test score of each students, but I just got 5,5. After a while, when my class continued studying accounting, my PE teacher went to my class and told us that there are only 2 students passed at the last try-out test, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fiskia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hargyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, among all of students in social study program. She showed us the scores by sticking it up to the wall so that we could see it easily. Well, when I saw all of my test scores, I was very shocked that I just passed in English lesson (8,0). The worst score is Geographic score. I just got &lt;strong&gt;2,75&lt;/strong&gt; from 50 queries. It was totally bad. So, I think, I have to be more dilligent in studying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-1730861983765192025?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/1730861983765192025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=1730861983765192025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1730861983765192025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1730861983765192025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-try-out-tests-score.html' title='Bad Try-Out Test&apos;s Score..'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-5320593730649575539</id><published>2010-02-04T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:05:57.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><title type='text'>My Dizziness and Fear to Confront National Exam are Getting Worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well actually, my school life has become very boring and terrible now. Because it feels so frightening in spite of nonsense. Just FYI, I’ve become the students of 12th grade now, and everyday, teachers at my school often tell all 12th grade students (myself included) to get ready to confront National Exam a.k.a UN time by implementing try-out tests as often as possible. I really feel dizzy doing it. Because, things I can do in UN's lessons test are only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Indonesian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and some of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sociologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, once again, I don’t mean to brag that I’m smart in their stuff or anything related on it, but I just rely on them because I feel so stupid in doing the other UN’s lessons especially computational things such as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Accounting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and (some of) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Geographic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; queries like counting the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Population Density&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mortality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Birth Rate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Land’s Hectare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wet and Dry Climate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and so forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having been accepted at one of my coveted college, STIKOM – LSPR for sure, like I told in my previous post, I’m still afraid to face UN. Moreover, there were some of alumnus (girls) from my school who didn’t pass the UN exam whereas one of them had been accepted at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IPB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Institut Pertanian Bogor a.k.a Agriculture Institute of Bogor) in Industrial Engineer program. Because of it, she was soon erased as the student of it. How terrible!! Although they were all the students of science study program, but I still afraid to face UN. Moreover, at the last try out test, English was very difficult for me because the passages in it were too long and many of my friends relied on me in doing it. I completely don’t wanna be erased from STIKOM – LSPR as the candidate of the student just because of not passing in UN exam. It will be my worst nightmare if I be so. So, I really need and plead your support to me to make me be more accurate in doing UN later. Wish me and all of my friends passed so much, please..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-5320593730649575539?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/5320593730649575539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=5320593730649575539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5320593730649575539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5320593730649575539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-dizziness-and-fear-to-confront.html' title='My Dizziness and Fear to Confront National Exam are Getting Worse'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-8463479191414202926</id><published>2010-02-04T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:06:34.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Finally, STIKOM-LSPR is on my hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillahirabbil Alamin&lt;/em&gt;, finally I’ve been accepted at the one of my dream university. This is actually not a kind of university, this is a kind of college or maybe academy for sure. The name of it, is &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sekolah Tinggi Ilmu Komunikasi (STIKOM) – London School of Public Relation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. FYI, I got this college over PMDK program (without doing the entry test) and I've enrolled the International Class Program (if my IELTS, SAT, and TOEIC score are qualified for sure), that's what make me feel proud of myself. Also, this college has been my 'lifelong dream' since I was still at the 8th grade at junior high. I often heard about this college, and unexpectedly, I can reach my dream now. Do you still remember about my more previous post, entitled as 'Wish list to do'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it actually has a same level of private university, but this college has been internationally recognized (by &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Institute of Public Relation of Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Institute of Public Relation Malaysia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edith Cowan University from Perth, Australia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), and English has an important role for students in here (there are many lecturers who came from &lt;em&gt;England&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;America&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Canada&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;India&lt;/em&gt;, and so on.). Also, it has been certified by ISO 9001 – 2000 by URS from United Kingdom. The concentration I choose is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Mass Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Studies which is focus on mass media report such as news casting, journalism, mass media publicity, and broadcast plan. Because I really wanna be a journalist of The Jakarta Post newspaper or be a newscaster of Metro TV (like I told in my previous post entitled as ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Wish List to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;’ on the 1st point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469453684908787522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S-dnJeRwh0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ql2unIohC-k/s320/4077270868_af3875453f.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went there for the interview, I was with my friend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Keisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (whom ever I hired as my photographic object like I told in my previous post entitled as '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;STEP UP 2 in my photographic object&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;') who enrolled at there too (but she wasn't through PMDK program, she did entry test batch 14). There was a campus-tour which showed the places at campus B and campus C. I was very impressed with the concept of it. Its building concept uses UK-look and there are many facilities over there like &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Internal Radio Station&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broadcast Television room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which are usually used by the students of mass communication to practice presenting news, being a presenter, or being a radio announcer. Also, there is a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thesis Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (designed like meeting room, usually available at the companies), which is used for the students of Public Relation and Marketing program and presenting students’ thesis at the end of their studying period. Another advantage of STIKOM – LSPR is situated at the strategic place, or maybe Indonesians usually call it as &lt;em&gt;'the golden triangle'&lt;/em&gt; of Jakarta. The Campus A is located at Intiland (Annexe) tower at Jendral Sudirman Road, meanwhile the campus B and C are located at the Sudirman Park (close to Citywalk).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, above all, I have felt relieved by being accepted at there. At least, I’ve been accepted at my dream one. I really don’t mean to brag even be smug because I actually still covet on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;UNPAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Padjajaran University)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;UNDIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Diponegoro University)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at communication study program by using their &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personal Entry Test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a UM (Ujian Mandiri). So, Besides having to be focus on national exam a.k.a UN, I do have to be focus on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;SMUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;(Seleksi Mandiri Universitas Padjajaran)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UM UNDIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I’ve been registered as the member who wants to follow UM UNDIP test. Wish me luck and accepted, folks. See you later fellas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-8463479191414202926?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/8463479191414202926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=8463479191414202926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/8463479191414202926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/8463479191414202926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-stikom-lspr-is-on-my-hand.html' title='Finally, STIKOM-LSPR is on my hand'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S-dnJeRwh0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ql2unIohC-k/s72-c/4077270868_af3875453f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-7806225634073162323</id><published>2010-01-29T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:23:29.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><title type='text'>Impressive Year Book's Camerawork</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, year book photo session at the last Saturday night was not really obnoxious. That’s why I’ve felt pretty guilty since I wrote my previous post about my resentment of year book photo session. Well, when I went to the school after an extra lesson last Saturday, there was still a lot of my friends who hadn’t come. So, some of my friends (who had come) and I had to wait for them who hadn’t come to the school. After a while, I mean after all of my friends came to the school and we had been ready to go to the location for my photo session, apparently, the lisence letter had lost. It was in &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Togok&lt;/span&gt; who made it. So, he had to remake it. After it all finished, I just knew that the year book committee had altered the location to be at Taman Mini Indonesia Indah (TMII for sure). It made me upset so much, because it seemed so irregular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything had been fine, we went to TMII soon. Actually, I had promised to my friend, Meidy, to go to the camerawork location with her boyfriend’s car (her boyfriend named as &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Acho&lt;/span&gt;). But apparently, there were seven cars to use. And one of my friend, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Mona&lt;/span&gt;, didn’t have any passengers at her car, her father’s car for sure. So I had to ride her car with my 2 friends, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Keisha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Endah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we arrived there, we went soon to TMII's marketing office to change our coustume. After that, all of year book comittees asked us to change our robes into the camerawork's costume. So, we changed it soon. When we all had finished changing it, I felt completely impressive with all of my friends' appearance and style. You have to know that all of my friends stylized theirself by luxurious stuff. Such as &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Rizka Nur Fazria&lt;/span&gt; who looked so sexy with her sexy leather jacket and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Anisa Lestari&lt;/span&gt; who looked so graceful with her super-tall-high-heels (I bet its size is more than 7 cm), Even my boyish friend, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Ajeng Rain Uno&lt;/span&gt;, looked so different and beautiful with her 80's dress. In this photo session, we hired &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;mr. Rooseno Sonny&lt;/span&gt; (my art teacher who also officiated as photography club's leader at my school) to be our photographer of our camerawork season. I really agreed with that decision. It seemed cheap and creative. I mean, we didn't have to pay any payment for the photographer. After that, we soon went to Anjungan at Central Java palace to implement the photo session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our camerawork session finished at 08.30 PM. I felt completely happy and satisfying after doing it. Since that year book photo session implemented, I felt more loving all of my classmates. It has made me object to leave my classmates after graduation time. I really love you all of my classmates..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here they are, some of my camerawork's photos. I hope they can be an inspiration of your style..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434808180531142962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S2xRPs7yITI/AAAAAAAAALM/UM2jXrQswno/s320/18480_1312923859597_1125660549_30954733_6761298_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anisa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fiskia&lt;/span&gt;. But unfortunately, I didn't get to take a picture of Anisa's super-tall-high-heels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434809063833365378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S2xSDHfca4I/AAAAAAAAALU/biCicmYXyCk/s320/18480_1315519924497_1125660549_30960980_5061468_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rizka Nur Fazria&lt;/span&gt; with her sexy leather jacket. I really like her look, because it looks like a bitchy-naughty Harley girl (you get what I mean, don't you?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434809789849265586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S2xStYHH5bI/AAAAAAAAALc/lS3i_7MnqeQ/s320/18480_1313735719893_1125660549_30956481_5527224_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rooseno Sonny&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rizka&lt;/span&gt;, looks like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Robert T. Armstrong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sienna Miller&lt;/span&gt; (international photographer and model)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434812129159487058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S2xU1iuJHlI/AAAAAAAAALk/v8eit1N30W8/s320/18480_1315522844570_1125660549_30960991_7691815_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In spite of their simplicity, but I do really like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Novin&lt;/span&gt;'s and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Togok&lt;/span&gt;'s appearance. Simple but cool..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434812628007465010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S2xVSlExMDI/AAAAAAAAALs/pome4tgO_pc/s320/18480_1313731359784_1125660549_30956467_7238497_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The greatest appearance for me was actualy on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keisha&lt;/span&gt;'s and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rere&lt;/span&gt;'s. Eventhough Keisha looks like a career woman, but she is totally stylish. Also for Rere's coat, simple but well-looked (unfortunately, he looks so edgy)..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434813843183530786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S2xWZT9UcyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2KMvu_5U6rk/s320/18480_1313730999775_1125660549_30956465_159688_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Indra&lt;/span&gt;'s coat is actually great too. I do really like his appearance because the shirt behind his coat is very supporting paired with his curvy-shaped body.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434814571669154290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S2xXDtx06fI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RB_XSXBe6OM/s320/18480_1315522044550_1125660549_30960989_186444_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you wanna see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ajeng&lt;/span&gt;'s, look at the woman at the far right one. 80's but cute..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, that's all about my friends' style and year book photo session time. I hope as a reader, you can stylize yourself by inspiring my friends' appearance. That'll be great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-7806225634073162323?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/7806225634073162323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=7806225634073162323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/7806225634073162323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/7806225634073162323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/01/impressive-year-books-camerawork.html' title='Impressive Year Book&apos;s Camerawork'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S2xRPs7yITI/AAAAAAAAALM/UM2jXrQswno/s72-c/18480_1312923859597_1125660549_30954733_6761298_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-3679370574989002030</id><published>2010-01-22T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:07:10.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><title type='text'>The Busy (Bad) Day for (Unimportant) Year Book Photo Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, I'll do the photo session for my generation's year book with my classmates. Actually, I don't really like this. Since I hate some of my classmates who are the commitees of year book because of their arrogance of their wealth, and they like commanding people who's considered as infamous or notorious in their opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, when all commitees my class planned going to Karawaci as the place of our photo session, I didn't mind hearing that. Besides, our photo session time was planned at friday, yesterday for sure. But suddenly, everything was getting dissaray since they asked for permission to held the photo session there to our class guardian, but apparently they weren't allowed. So, they changed the place into '&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;', and '&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;' (so irregular, but their place decision fell on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Kebun Raya Bogor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Bogor Botanical Garden). It's too far and I definitely mind it) until I got dizzy because of their unsure plan. After all, they also asked all of my classmates whether we want to change our date from January 22 into January 29. But apparently, nobody in my class agreed with both dates (myself included), because helding on Jan. 22 sounds too hasty and Jan. 29 sounds too procrastinating. Until then, our decision fell on this day which actually I mind so much, because I've already planned to go to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Lisa Puspita&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday to be trated eating by her, sacrifice my GO course (conversely, lessons for today are &lt;strong&gt;Indonesian&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Geography&lt;/strong&gt; which I absolutely like), also I've been hired by &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Ruth Manggiasih&lt;/span&gt; to be her father's photographer at his pre-wedding session (because her mother has died). So my salary of it will be '&lt;em&gt;away&lt;/em&gt;'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, is about the theme of my class photo session. I admit that some of the year book's committes in my class are rich (and arrogant). Such as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Zsazsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Mamang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Ahong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and so forth. But they couldn't casually decide the theme as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Urban Lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I know that they wanted to show off their copious thingy by using that theme, but they were supposed to discuss this to the classmates. Because year book is ours, not theirs. I've ever heard from my friends, Medy and Jeni, they said that Zsazsa ever told to the classmates (while I wasn't in the class) that we shouldn't stylize ourself as '&lt;em&gt;alay&lt;/em&gt;'. Heard it, I know that she wanted to allude Jeni and Medy because their style is just usual, not cool like the others..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all about my bad stories. I feel unlucky being a classmate of them. I wanna graduated from my school soon (Amin) and I don't wanna meet them anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-3679370574989002030?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/3679370574989002030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=3679370574989002030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3679370574989002030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3679370574989002030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/01/busy-bad-day-for-unimportant-year-book.html' title='The Busy (Bad) Day for (Unimportant) Year Book Photo Session'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-2068748110664260603</id><published>2010-01-05T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:07:47.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Movies and Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Food-aholic and English-holic</title><content type='html'>I’ve just finished watching ‘&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;’ movie from counterfeit DVD, which is roled by &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Isla Fisher&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Rebecca Bloomwood &lt;/span&gt;who works as a journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MK_py-5dI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Nl48BxLNzXA/s1600-h/Isla_Fisher_in_Confessions_of_a_Shopaholic_Wallpaper_2_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423190464951936466" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MK_py-5dI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Nl48BxLNzXA/s200/Isla_Fisher_in_Confessions_of_a_Shopaholic_Wallpaper_2_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;I could actually learn something from this movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that movie, she is actually just a normal person with normal financial condition. But, unfortunately she is completely spendthrift and lavish in using her money. All of her salaries as a journalist are spent directly to shop. Whereas, she actually still has many necessaries besides clothes, robs, and shoes. From it, I could learn a story that as a human being, we mustn’t be so spendthrift, and we have to remain something which we have gotten partially. It means we have to be fair dividing our ability of getting something which is declared as a wage of journalist in that movie. You get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I mean, in that movie, there is a woman (&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Rebecca Bloomwood)&lt;/span&gt; who works as a journalist of magazine with normal financial condition. Bu, she insists that she can buy all she wants without thinking of her ability financially until she has &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;12 amounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of credit card (can you imagine how bad it is?). The worst part is, she uses shopping as her therapy to amuse herself, but unfortunately, shopping with credit card can emerge a new problem; she is getting chased by debt collector because she owes until &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;$ 16.262,70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. How horrible!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I said, from that movie, I got the lesson that we mustn't be spendthrift. That is actually what I do recently. But, it isn’t about shopping. I’m pretty spendthrift about eating and learning English. First, is about eating. If I get hungry, I usually eat many foods, but if I get bloated, I puke it out soon after eating it. I mean.. I got &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;bulimia disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I really don't wanna be fat. You can imagine how horrible is that, can’t you? Well, I’m pretty ashamed about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, is about learning English. Actually I don’t only like anything about English, but also anything about U.S.A, and sometimes I imagine how lucky we are if we can speak or have a chat with American. Well, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;I don’t mean to brag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;be smug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I’m smart in English stuff or anything about that, but actually this is very bad. If someone asks me “&lt;em&gt;What is the English of … ?&lt;/em&gt;” and I can’t answer it, I can really feel so stupid about English stuff. This aspiration has actually been aspired by me since I was little. So, I talked to my mother that I want to learn English profoundly and she finally enrolled me at LBPP-LIA at Mercu Buana University. I really adored anything about U.S.A, American, and English language, until now, I get obsessed by it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I feel pretty guilty about that. So I infer from my story that we have to be able to measure ability of reaching something. We can’t just push ourself hardly because it won’t give us good things. Otherwise, it might give you a bad result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-2068748110664260603?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/2068748110664260603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=2068748110664260603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/2068748110664260603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/2068748110664260603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/01/confessions-of-food-aholic-and-english.html' title='Confessions of a Food-aholic and English-holic'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MK_py-5dI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Nl48BxLNzXA/s72-c/Isla_Fisher_in_Confessions_of_a_Shopaholic_Wallpaper_2_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-1393674423791324650</id><published>2010-01-05T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:09:53.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Holiday Addictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Well, as the holiday had been finished and I mentioned ‘&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Holiday Addictions&lt;/span&gt;’ in my previous post, I want to tell you about my holiday addictions which I usually used, did, and so on during holiday to make you not to be curious. Here they are: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;-&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Western Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MCpubhR8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mBKBGg8r0Lo/s1600-h/Nightmares_and_Dreamscapes%20-%20Stephen_King.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423181292145559490" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MCpubhR8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mBKBGg8r0Lo/s200/Nightmares_and_Dreamscapes%2520-%2520Stephen_King.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MCy0VeaRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yMLDWbZwlvQ/s1600-h/zombieland_movie_poster_99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423181448349640978" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MCy0VeaRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yMLDWbZwlvQ/s200/zombieland_movie_poster_99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MC86XE0BI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-4Psegwif4c/s1600-h/no_mans_land_reeker_2_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423181621765656594" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MC86XE0BI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-4Psegwif4c/s200/no_mans_land_reeker_2_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Recently, I’m not only the one who like watching western movies, but also my friends. Begun from &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Diena&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Banun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Jeni&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Wildan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Roy Rogate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;, even &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Nanda Nadia&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Diana Destria&lt;/span&gt; like watching western movies too. There are ‘&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cinema Addicts&lt;/span&gt;’ (for those who like spending their money by watching movie to the cinema), ‘&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Counterfeit DVD Addicts&lt;/span&gt;’ (for those who like watching movie from buying piracy DVD and watching it by theirself at their home), ‘&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Video Rental Addicts&lt;/span&gt;’ (for those who like watching movie by becoming a video rental member and renting movies from it), even ‘&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Movie Television A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ddicts&lt;/span&gt;’ (for those who like watching movies by relying on movie channels which give a movie-show program such as&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;HBO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;Bioskop Trans TV&lt;/span&gt;). The last movie I watched is ‘&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nightmare and Dreamsca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pes&lt;/span&gt;’ which were made by &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Stephen King&lt;/span&gt; (the king of horror movies and I really like movies he made because they succeed make me feel scary). This actually isn’t kind of movie, this is actually a movie serial which has 8 short stories inside it. The most dreadful stories are entitled as ‘&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Crouch End&lt;/span&gt;’ and ‘&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You Know They Got a Band of a Hell&lt;/span&gt;’ where there was a fiancée couple who got lost at the unknown city which actually never existed. Hiieeyy.. how dreadful it is!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;-&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MFNYHeK9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/doz7_4ejxlQ/s1600-h/NasiGoreng.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423184103654435794" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MFNYHeK9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/doz7_4ejxlQ/s200/NasiGoreng.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MFhZFUDFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bUU4_lp1NxY/s1600-h/1481235357_dc331e57d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MFyNIek3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qchsU9iJ7fQ/s1600-h/PICT1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423184736361026418" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MFyNIek3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qchsU9iJ7fQ/s200/PICT1320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;This actually didn't only become my holiday addiction but also my daily addiction perhaps, hehe.. Because, frankly I really like eating food especially for foods which are made by my mom. But, I don’t mean going to the restaurant and ordering some foods, but I mean, holiday without fooding is same as vegetables without salt (inspired from &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Inul Daratista&lt;/span&gt;’s quotation. Hehe..). So, I think, food is included into my holiday addiction too because It had an important role in my holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Hai Miiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;comics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MGz4vy2TI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BK3ITLXIf5A/s1600-h/all-miiko4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423185864760154418" style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MGz4vy2TI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BK3ITLXIf5A/s320/all-miiko4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;‘&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hai Miiko&lt;/span&gt;’ comic which is created by &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Ono Eriko&lt;/span&gt; also became my holiday-indulgence. Because with the funny plot and the stories are telling the daily life of lazy girl with her family, friends and also school-life, make this comic is easy-to-read. So I didn’t have to think of something or confuse with the plot because it was readable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MHzTCNnYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NWEAnX-_YFA/s1600-h/facebookLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423186954148486530" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 52px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MHzTCNnYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NWEAnX-_YFA/s200/facebookLogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MH_BrjzPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zmH2PU_3DKE/s1600-h/twitter_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423187155648498930" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 51px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MH_BrjzPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zmH2PU_3DKE/s200/twitter_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MINESUByI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5PYOKfUCpJY/s1600-h/blogger-logo-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423187396866082594" style="WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 68px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MINESUByI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5PYOKfUCpJY/s200/blogger-logo-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Well, everybody must have known these sites on internet, because they now are mostly used by many internet users. I also liked updating my account in these sites because I was really enthusiastic using it. But unfortunately, I don’t really understand about using twitter such as ‘&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;RT&lt;/span&gt;’ (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;retweet&lt;/span&gt;), and so forth. So I think, I need to learn using it deeper. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all about my holiday addictions. I hope you like them. Thank you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-1393674423791324650?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/1393674423791324650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=1393674423791324650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1393674423791324650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1393674423791324650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/01/holiday-addictions.html' title='Holiday Addictions'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/S0MCpubhR8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mBKBGg8r0Lo/s72-c/Nightmares_and_Dreamscapes%2520-%2520Stephen_King.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-2384816647628075974</id><published>2010-01-03T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:10:28.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><title type='text'>I Really Hate School-life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Frankly, few days before school days get back, I fell quiet terrible and unhappy. Because, I think, school is just a ‘&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;’ version of hell. First, I have to wake up earlier than usual because schools starts in 06.30 and I can’t relax myself like at the 1&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt; semester again because this is my last semester at high school and national examination will be held &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;2 months again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (March 22, 2010). Second, I’m always interrupted by scoundrels because of my sissy character. Third, some teachers at my school are pretty favoritism, such as Mr. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;RS&lt;/span&gt; (one of my teachers who only cares about the famous students and beautiful girls) and Ms. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;SD&lt;/span&gt; (one of my teachers who is only well-behaved with the smarts students), and so forth. Besides, I have to leave all my holiday addictions. Honestly, I haven’t satisfied with my all addictions. Also, my course activity will be done again (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ganesha Operation&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;G.O&lt;/span&gt;). The great thing is only about I’ve altered my G.O days from Tuesday-Thursday to Friday-Saturday. But I don’t really know whether I’ll be happier on F-S or not. Because there are 2 obnoxious guys from basketball club at my school, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;MT&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and R is the most obnoxious one. So I need your support so much to make me be more patient if there is bad thing happen. Thank you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-2384816647628075974?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/2384816647628075974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=2384816647628075974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/2384816647628075974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/2384816647628075974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-really-hate-school-life.html' title='I Really Hate School-life..'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-3350407637566910298</id><published>2009-12-31T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:16:44.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><title type='text'>Wish list to do..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is actually my last typing in 2009 to my blog, so let me tell you about my resolutions and wish list in 2010. I know it's kinda womanly, but there's nothing wrong if I tell you. I really want to get or do this utterly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Accepted in my dream university in the faculty of social and political science at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;communication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;international relation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; major. My dream state university is at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;University of Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, whilst my dream private university (college for sure) is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The London School of Public Relation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. -&gt; My utmost goal in 2010, lifelong dream in my whole life ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pass the National Examination test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More diligent in praying and doing worship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More diligent in doing courses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Become smarter about anything related to English. Maybe learn TOEFL/ IELTS/ TOEIC/ SAT/ GRE/ GMAT is kinda important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Expand my car-driving ability (not always rely on my motorcycle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish I could do it well in the next year. Oh yeah, FYI, tonight my family and I will celebrate new year's eve by doing barbeque. But, because the preparation is pretty difficult (they asked us to do it in our own house), so my parents ask me and my sister to go to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hanamasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; restaurant at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bintaro Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Coincidentally, this restaurant's shibboleth is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'all you can eat'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (it's kinda lame because everybody must be knowing this. Lol..). Begun from the appetizer, the main dishes, until the dessert, we can eat them. So I have to prepare my 'battle' to 'confront' those foods and wish me luck! See you later fellas.. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-3350407637566910298?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/3350407637566910298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=3350407637566910298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3350407637566910298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3350407637566910298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-to-do.html' title='Wish list to do..'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-9199846677971211189</id><published>2009-12-24T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:11:01.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Chistmas Eve (which is not celebrated by me at all..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I'm typing this story while I'm waiting my sister asks me to be picked up, listening to the christmas song on TV which now is sung by Mike 'Indonesia Idol' and waiting fo 10 minutes later. Because 10 minutes again will be a christmas day. Hehe.. I actually don't celebrate christmas because I'm a muslim person. So, &lt;em&gt;Astagfirullah al aziim&lt;/em&gt;, I feel like a renegade!! I don't wanna be like that. Once again, &lt;em&gt;Astagfirullah al aziim&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in fact, tomorrow is apparently a christmas day (it's about 5 minutes again). When I opened my facebook account just now, I read some of my christian friends' status and walls, telling about their wonderful christmas. I also saw like a piece of happiness and joy implied in it. Such as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoan Sinar Liniara&lt;/span&gt; who typed her facebook status about her christmas joy. Also &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marsha Sola&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt; (my schoolmates) who talked about the brainstorm of giving in the christmas day (but they talked it stupidly). Reading them, I feel so missing with my religion celebration day, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Idul Fitri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what do you think the best movie to be watched during this christmas. Well, I was thinking about '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' , '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas with the Kranks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' (which was aired on TV, RCTI for sure, this morning), and so forth which are related with christmas. Well, I don't have any intent to be apostate, I just like watching kind of movies like them because it makes me reminisce about American life (the most country I like among other countries). Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, actually I really like remembering about christmas and new years eve. But, once again, I'm not such a renegade. I also don't have any intent to be apostate. I just like with the ambience of them, which reminisce me about American life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-9199846677971211189?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/9199846677971211189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=9199846677971211189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/9199846677971211189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/9199846677971211189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/12/chistmas-eve-which-is-not-celebrated-by.html' title='Chistmas Eve (which is not celebrated by me at all..)'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-5490159727252431494</id><published>2009-12-20T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:11:33.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Check.. 1,2,3</title><content type='html'>Hai pals, I just want to check whether I can type my story through my new cellphone, Nokia E71, or not. Because, some of my friends typed their story to their blog from their cellphone, and the result is, the words look like a symbol if we read it from computer. That's all... Thank you for reading this unimportant post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-5490159727252431494?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/5490159727252431494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=5490159727252431494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5490159727252431494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5490159727252431494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/12/check-123.html' title='Check.. 1,2,3'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-5198798813608711842</id><published>2009-12-19T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:53:39.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><title type='text'>Meet my new best friends; Imel and Tina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was in a very very deep boredom this afternoon, I got an idea going to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jeni&lt;/span&gt;'s house (one of my best friends). I texted her that I want to go to her house because I don't know what to do in my house while my parents are busy doing their job earnestly and my sister is going to her college. After a while, Jeni replied my SMS and she said that her friends, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, are going to go to her house too because they have nothing to do at their home either. I was thinking that I didn't want going to her house because I don't want to bother their friendship gathering. But, Jeni insisted. She insisted that I go to her house because Imel, Tina, and her want to watch my DVD (I collect many western movie DVDs, because I'm a western movie addict). So, I decided going to her house by bringing all of my DVD collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I arrived, Jeni had been waiting me for a long time and she wanted to borrow my motorcycle to pick up Tina in her house. So I lent her it and after Tina had come, we waited for Imel come. After a while, Imel came by her motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we couldn't be patient, we sorted all of my DVDs and our decision fell to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'The Haunting in Connecticut'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. That movie is still coming soon in cinema. Imel and Jeny were literally excited watching it because the main character in it, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is very handsome (in their opinion). But, we also felt so scared because it was very dreadful. After we finished watching it, Jeni asked us to itinerate (by Imel's and my motorcycle for sure). But, unfortunately my money wasn't enough. So, we just decided going to eat chicken noodle, near to Jeni's house and Al-Azhar 10 JHS. After that, we just itinerated to Puri Beta, watching couple dating there (it's so embarassing and unimportant. Hehe..). Also, we went to Tina's to drive her home by Imel's motor before we went driving Imel home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this was my first time knowing them but I could be a friend of them rapidly. It's proven that they are sociable and not arrogant. I think, it's easy to make a friend with polite people as we can understand them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-5198798813608711842?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/5198798813608711842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=5198798813608711842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5198798813608711842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5198798813608711842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/12/meet-my-new-best-friends-imel-and-tina.html' title='Meet my new best friends; Imel and Tina'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-1944475596575593290</id><published>2009-12-18T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:12:10.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Boring Holiday Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's holiday time!!! I was really happy when holiday season had been started. Because, my last holiday season was very delightful. But apparently, this holiday season is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; delightful at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my plan in this holiday season is blackening my white spots, considered as Vitiligo (but apparently not). Luckily, this weather is literally supporting to sunbathe. But, When I sunbathed it first time in this holiday on the roof tile, I got sleep on it. So, the spots are getting blister. So I have never sunbathed anymore until now (but one day, I will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, during this holiday, my usual addictions such as food, DVD, and internet (especially facebook) are felt boring. So I don't know what to do during this holiday. The happiest things is only about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ganesha Operation (GO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; takes 2 weeks off during this holiday. But I don't know why, as those things have been finished, I feel boring more than usual in this holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-1944475596575593290?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/1944475596575593290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=1944475596575593290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1944475596575593290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/1944475596575593290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/12/boring-holiday-season.html' title='Boring Holiday Season'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-5625847338409850052</id><published>2009-12-11T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:15:14.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Finally, Burdens at 1st Semester of 12th Grade Had Been Finished Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, before that, I want to say &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillahi Rabbil Alamin&lt;/em&gt; before I write this post, because finally 1st semester at this 12th grade had been finished well. I really thank to God, because my burdens at this 1st semester had been done well too. My exams' scores are pretty good because of working hard (studying and also CHEATING. Hehe..), but not all of those, only some of those. My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; score is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8,4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt;, it's the highest score in my class), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; score is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7,33&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(Usually I got less than 6,00 because of not cheating. Hehe..), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; score is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (the second highest since 8,6 and that's Husnul Adib's), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6,75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (above all, I didn't have to do remedial). That's all. I've also just finished doing my last try-out test with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Indonesian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Geography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Before these, I had done try out test with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lessons. And luckily, I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7,0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Sociology, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7,33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Economic, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7,75&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;in English. I was feeling like having a study progress when I knew it. The worst thing in doing try-out test is, the most obnoxious girl at 12 IPA 2 who sat behind me (Science class and Social class were combined in doing try-out). Especially in doing English. Just FYI, while I was doing my English try-out test, she suddenly asked me to write my answers to be cheated when Science students doing an English try-out. It was completely distorting me. WHAT A BITCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides getting the high scores at exam, the one thing made me happy is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;winning the newscasting competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at language day. Although I was just being the 3rd winner, but I'm really happy knowing it. The bad thing is, my name at the winner's certificate is written as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Rizki R'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Whereas, it's supposed to be written as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Risky. R'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Risky Ramanda'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So, I have to protest with the language day's committee who made my certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's about today. I'm really sad because my motorcycle helmet had lost after try-out finished (I hang it on my motor's rearview mirror). I have a suspicious on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Buski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Because he ever asked me whether my helmet is his or not because his helmet was similar with mine. I'm just scary that my father will get furious with this. But.. whatever..!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-5625847338409850052?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/5625847338409850052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=5625847338409850052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5625847338409850052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5625847338409850052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-burdens-at-1st-semester-of-12th.html' title='Finally, Burdens at 1st Semester of 12th Grade Had Been Finished Well..'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-6380459326845483480</id><published>2009-12-05T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:15:59.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><title type='text'>The Real Definition About The Queen Bee's Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, my definition about The Queen Bee's problem was wrong. Apparently, she was gotten rid by her former best friends and her ex-boyfriend because she was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;known as a liar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well, actually it's no wonder. When I and some of my best friends, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sola&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, gossiped about her at the library after school, Banun told us that The Queen Bee had lied to all of her classmates at 11th grade, 11 IPS 1 (fortunately, I wasn't a classmate of her. If I was, I might have been lied by her too). But, unfortunately, Banun didn't know about the pedigree of The Queen Bee's problem too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was getting more curious about Banun's story. So I tried to ask The Queen Bee's former classmates, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Novin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They told me that the queen bee lied to them when 11 IPS 1 planned a trip to Puncak. She suggested all of her classmates that they stay overnight at her family's inn. She also told them that they could stay without paying a payment. They just had to pay the consumption fee. But strangely, the consumption fee was completely expensive until reached up to one million rupiahs. 11 IPS 1's students were getting curious. So, they found out what their money are used for, and in fact, The Queen Bee used it for buy some boozes to herself. How horrible! Stealing friends' money for buying forbidden things such as boozes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second problem I know is about stealing again. But, she didn't steal the money, but steal her friends' stuff. The victims of it are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mamang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obiel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Approximately at Wita's birthday, Mamang wore a tweezers on her hair and it was expensive. Suddenly, she wanted to board out her tweezers to her boyfriend, Kybob. After a while, The Queen Bee asked Mamank's tweezers to Kybob and told him that she had been allowed by Mamank (but apparently hadn't). When Mamang wanted to take his tweezers to Kybob, Kybob automatically told that her tweezers is borrowed by The Queen Bee. Until one day, when Mamang asked her tweezers to The Queen Bee, The Queen Bee said that it was her and she had 2 same tweezers. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPLETELY NON-SENSE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened to Obiel. One day when Sowang (11 IPS 1's name of unity) went to Puncak, The Queen Bee's t-shirt was wet because of something (I don't know what it was). So, she asked her friend, Obiel, to lend her a t-shirt and Obiel was forced to lend it. Apparently, Obiel took his t-shirt randomly, whereas he took the most expensive t-shirt. After that, after he lent his t-shirt to The Queen Bee, The Queen Bee promised to wash Obiel's t-shirt after wearing it. Few days passed, he asked his t-shirt to The Queen Bee and she said thousand reasons. Such as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yah, belum kering"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kayaknya kebawa ama pembantu gw deh"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Until Obiel was forced to ask The Queen Bee's maid, and she said that she never washed (moreover brought and saved) Obiel's t-shirt. So, where is Obiel's t-shirt actually now? Did The Queen Bee eat it? Or save it because it's expensive? I totally have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Not written for alluding anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-6380459326845483480?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/6380459326845483480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=6380459326845483480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/6380459326845483480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/6380459326845483480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/12/real-definition-about-queen-bee.html' title='The Real Definition About The Queen Bee&apos;s Problem'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-342328761752479950</id><published>2009-11-28T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:16:38.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><title type='text'>The Queen Bee became The Queen of Misfit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I don't know how long this thing will happen, but actually there was an awkward event on Wednesday, November 25 2009. The most obnoxious girl at my school, or my best friends and I usually call her as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Queen Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was being alone all day long. I knew the rumor from one of my best friend that she was being dumped by her boyfriend just because of the misunderstanding between them. I have read her blog too. He wrote about her sadness of her and her boyfriend's misunderstanding story. I don't know should I be pity about her condition or not. Because many people influence me to get rid of her too. But, it was the rarest event I ever knew that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE 'CROWD' AT THE SCHOOL CAN HAVE A PROBLEM TOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Not written for alluding anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-342328761752479950?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/342328761752479950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=342328761752479950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/342328761752479950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/342328761752479950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/11/queen-bee-became-queen-of-misfit.html' title='The Queen Bee became The Queen of Misfit'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-3760605912436579362</id><published>2009-11-18T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:17:10.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><title type='text'>'Step Up 2' in My Photographic Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, since I watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STEP UP 2; The Streets'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I completely admired it. As you know, you must have read my old posting, entitled as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having Fun by Doing Modern Dance&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;, I adored the dancing performance at my school. Well, when my school's principle asked all students to make a work and I chose photography, I was inspired to make a work with dancing movements related in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very perplexing to choose the model of my work. Well, I needed one girl and one guy to be my photographic object. I have actually decided to choose one girl from modern dance club, and one guy from break dance club at my school. Finally, I chose &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keisha Tanika Putri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who is a Modern Dance club's member, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Istiqmall Fajjar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (usually called as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) who is a Break Dance club's member. Because Keisha is the most seductive and glamourious girl physically at the modern dance club, and Fajar is the coolest guy at the break dance club (in my mind). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here they are, my sexy people (I took their photo through their facebook)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418736738568558914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/SzM4WqG82UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rxXGM3HLSxY/s320/Jono%27s.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Fajjar&lt;/span&gt; (Unfortunately, he's not really good in posing. Hehe.. Sorry dude! But many girls said that he's pretty cute and cool)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418735424818942962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/SzM3KMAok_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5ZpB95som9g/s320/Keisha%27s.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Keisha&lt;/span&gt; (look at her, how seductive she is..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apparently, choosing them as the model of my photography object was the best choice for me. They could be instructed easily to do my movements and the result was completely seductive and satisfying for me. I really admired them as my model. Well, I'm sure if there is an opportunity to be a dancer, model, actor/actress for them, they will be accepted. Hehe.. Also, I'm sure if there is a chance to make a photographic work again, I will choose them as my model anymore. Here are the pictures of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;First Session:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415351012046340434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/SycxDb8TAVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WJ1jB32qLF4/s320/First+Session-1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;They're extremely HOT!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415352180948438866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/SycyHecRj1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/NUPklz4-Ki4/s320/First+Session-2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I like this! Very sexy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/SycypMz5WYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Pw9-MBjSvac/s1600-h/First+Session-3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415352760331229570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/SycypMz5WYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Pw9-MBjSvac/s320/First+Session-3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is the result of the second picture's editting. But my photographic teacher told me that it's undercontrast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/SyczUH-W1bI/AAAAAAAAAGc/giTbsHy3RQ0/s1600-h/First+Session-4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415353497767302578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/SyczUH-W1bI/AAAAAAAAAGc/giTbsHy3RQ0/s320/First+Session-4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Some of my friends told me that this picture is inappropriate because of 'something'. But I can't mention what it is..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-3760605912436579362?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/3760605912436579362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=3760605912436579362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3760605912436579362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/3760605912436579362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/11/step-up-2-in-my-photographic-version.html' title='&apos;Step Up 2&apos; in My Photographic Version'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/SzM4WqG82UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rxXGM3HLSxY/s72-c/Jono%27s.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-5910180333345900821</id><published>2009-10-14T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:17:44.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Skipped the course's class..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, I completely regretted about what I had done yesterday (Tuesday, Okt 13, 2009). I skipped my course's class, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ganesha Operation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for sure. Because, I thought lessons for yesterday were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Accounting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But apparently, yesterday's lessons were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geography&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (they both are my favourite lessons). Once again, I completely regretted about what I had done yesterday!!! I promise, I won't do it again if the lessons are about Geography or English..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-5910180333345900821?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/5910180333345900821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=5910180333345900821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5910180333345900821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/5910180333345900821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/10/skipped-courses.html' title='Skipped the course&apos;s class..'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-6615349076696163156</id><published>2009-10-13T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:18:47.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>The Creepiest Rumor Among Indonesians; Doomsday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I actually feel scary about the prediction of Doomsday which is predicted that it will happen at Desember 21, 2012. Although many people don't believe it. I don't know why, I took it too serious. Maybe because of the sign of it, like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;natural disaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; had happened in many countries like Indonesia. There had been many natural disasters happened in Indonesia, such as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tsunami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lapindo Mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Situ Gintung disaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the most terrible disaster; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EARTHQUAKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This rumor had actually been scattered to abroad. When I opened my facebook account, I added a man from Slovenia as my friend. After he had confirmed me as his friend, I wrote &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'thanks 4 confirming me. I'm Indonesian. How do you do?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on his facebook wall. He suddenly replied, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I'm glad that you're muslim. How is Indonesia after earthquake?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I felt so curious as he knew about disaster in Indonesia. So I replied him back, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'How do u know that Indonesia just had an earthquake?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And he replied me back, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I knew it from the news here. I also knew that Indonesia was ever harassed by Malaysia, right?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was getting more curious by his question. So, I replied him back again to heal my curiosity, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'What have you known about the case of Malaysians harassed Indonesians?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And he also replied, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I know that your batiq work was grabbed by Malaysia, they admitted that batiq is theirs. I do know about Malaysian often tortured Indonesians who worked there as a slave, right?'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really felt ashamed about what he had said. But I was getting more and mooorree.. curious, so I replied him back &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Which one you believe having batiq, Indonesia or Malaysia?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and he texted &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I do believe with Indonesia. Batiq has been exist since many years. Oh, I'm sorry, I have to go..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well, that was actually relieved. As he said that he had to go, I didn't reply anything any longer. But the point is, there have been many signs of the Doomsday. Do we believe it or not? Should we believe it or not? Those all depend on us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-6615349076696163156?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/6615349076696163156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=6615349076696163156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/6615349076696163156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/6615349076696163156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/10/creepiest-gossip-among-indonesian.html' title='The Creepiest Rumor Among Indonesians; Doomsday!!'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-554278480924134078</id><published>2009-07-06T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:20:13.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>Vitiligo Skin Disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Harmless, Noncontagious, but Totally EMBARASSING..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever seen people with many white big spots on their skin? It calls as VITILIGO. This disease is often happening in the world but many people still don't know and care about this disease. Maybe because the patients are still few. But, if we see people with it, we must think that the disease is totally hazardous, mustn't we? But it actually isn't. It won't infect anyone else, but it's genetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This disease doesn't have a cure and the inductions are still questioned. Some people consider it as a genetic disease and some people also consider it as a stress mark. I actually don't really know about this disease much, but I have some white spots in my skin and my mother asked me to check it to the skin doctor. Then I went there and got myself checked, and the doctor said "It may be vitiligo" When he said that, I really felt so sad and desperate. And he gave me an ointment named as 'Vaseline' and I have to dab it onto the white spots and I have to sunbathe under the morning sun (during 08.00 AM-10.00 AM, min. 2 minutes and max. 5 minutes). But, probably I dabbed it too much so I got sunburned around the spot. Meanwhile, the white spot became red.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As I did it routinely, the white spots became so hot and got blistered. So I decided to stop sunbathing under the morning sun but I still use the ointment without sunlight help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day, I felt the white spot in my skin felt so dry. I checked about vitiligo and I opened one article, there was a sentence on that article and it said '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..the hairs growing on the white spots are usually getting white too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' but when I saw white spot in my legs, the hair on it is not white. And until now, I still hope that those spots are not vitiligo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really feel suspicious with the liquid soap that I use to take bath. That soap is a beauty soap and my skin feels very dry after I took a bath. Maybe that white spots is an effect of cosmetic defect by that soap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-554278480924134078?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/554278480924134078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=554278480924134078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/554278480924134078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/554278480924134078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/07/vitiligo-skin-disease.html' title='Vitiligo Skin Disease'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-2846902231277636565</id><published>2009-07-03T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:21:31.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Solace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Campus Life'/><title type='text'>Second Post ---&gt; Poetry Task</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi, miss me? It's been a long time for not typing story. I was so busy to do my school assignments (but I had finished it well, and I'm in holiday now! Yiippeee..). Oh yeah, this is a poetry that I made for the last English assignment at my school. What do you think about this? Is it great? Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balloons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to wake up with regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love the people who treat you right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Forget about the ones who don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Believe everything happens for a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They just promised it would be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friends are like balloons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Once you let them go, you can't get them back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I'm gonna tie you to my heart so I never lose you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you send balloons to your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You may also return it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If four balloons are returned to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;something you have been waiting for a long time will happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, after making this, my English teacher gave me score A+ for this. Yiippeeee.. Two thumbs up for me, bags of gratitudes for my English teacher and people who had helped me to create the rhymes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-2846902231277636565?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/2846902231277636565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=2846902231277636565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/2846902231277636565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/2846902231277636565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/07/poetry-for-your-friendship.html' title='Second Post ---&gt; Poetry Task'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588820464983519251.post-2153462552053416363</id><published>2009-06-17T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:22:16.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Things in My Life'/><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi pals. This is my first post in this blog and this is my first time of making a blog. Since I'm inspired by Sandra Dewi, who makes a blog as a place to express her consciences and share her stories to her fans. Mayhaps, I would choose English as an intermediate language to write my stories in this blog. Besides wanting to expand my English proficiency, I also want to make my blog little bit private (by using English) to my blabber friends. So, enjoy this blog! Keep reading and stay tune. And don't forget to follow my blog, okay! If you don't understand my stories, you can use Google Translate and change it to your own language. See you at the second post, first story. Bye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588820464983519251-2153462552053416363?l=ramanda-risky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/feeds/2153462552053416363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3588820464983519251&amp;postID=2153462552053416363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/2153462552053416363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588820464983519251/posts/default/2153462552053416363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramanda-risky.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-coming-back-and-writting-again.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Risky Ramanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13872381569895206486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uWg0oIXlKg/TBzz7zhxzRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wxDXUe2SUMk/S220/9119_1111422109181_1335744166_30253630_4141754_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
