<?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-8347829986558243817</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:34:04.026+07:00</updated><category term='Friend'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Blah'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Campus'/><title type='text'>There She Goes</title><subtitle type='html'>A Little Thing That Counts. Whenever. Wherever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-9036189898453279739</id><published>2010-08-31T13:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:26:16.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody, Another You</title><content type='html'>Somebody break my heart&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;Then you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You took me away from those memories&lt;br /&gt;It's a magical&lt;br /&gt;You're the sweet escape&lt;br /&gt;You fill the emptiness inside&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen into you&lt;br /&gt;I care for you&lt;br /&gt;And you too&lt;br /&gt;As a friend, I know&lt;br /&gt;Eventually you break my heart too&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;I think I need another you&lt;br /&gt;To take me away and escape from you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, another you&lt;br /&gt;I hope he looks like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~ Rindsberry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-9036189898453279739?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/9036189898453279739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/somebody-another-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/9036189898453279739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/9036189898453279739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/somebody-another-you.html' title='Somebody, Another You'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-9186829033731496087</id><published>2010-08-26T17:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:24:28.115+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Selamat Datang, Bulan</title><content type='html'>Kaki dingin. &lt;br /&gt;Badan lemes. &lt;br /&gt;Bibir kering. &lt;br /&gt;Perut nggak enak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-9186829033731496087?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/9186829033731496087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/selamat-datang-bulan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/9186829033731496087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/9186829033731496087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/selamat-datang-bulan.html' title='Selamat Datang, Bulan'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-7864403570415346651</id><published>2010-08-25T23:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:44:42.779+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I Can't</title><content type='html'>No.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop it. I can't. I just can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-7864403570415346651?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7864403570415346651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/7864403570415346651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/7864403570415346651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant.html' title='I Can&apos;t'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-9062801365086672886</id><published>2010-08-19T02:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T02:04:47.681+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I Thought I Lost You</title><content type='html'>I can't get myself to sleep now. Just thought about something. Actually, I really don't want to think about this but my thought is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When you were here before&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;You're just like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Your skin makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You float like a feather&lt;br /&gt;In a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;You're so fuckin' special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have control&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect body&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;You're so fuckin' special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;Creep&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Radiohead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-9062801365086672886?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/9062801365086672886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-thought-i-lost-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/9062801365086672886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/9062801365086672886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-thought-i-lost-you.html' title='I Thought I Lost You'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-5252466169073387429</id><published>2010-08-01T16:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:07:15.973+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Twenty Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Time flies&lt;br /&gt;When you're having fun&lt;br /&gt;You wake up&lt;br /&gt;Another year is gone&lt;br /&gt;You're twenty-one&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Click Five&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me! I'm 21 now.. Starting my twenty-something life. Well, now reminiscing of what I have done for the past one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much problem. Too much drama. Too much pain. Problem, best friends, fight, tears, and escape. Also there are lots of unexpected things happened. Crush, perfection, stupid scenarios, one of those days, and something. That's it. I just mention what popped into my head right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my twenty-something life. I don't expect anything. I don't wanna be disappointed anymore because of the false hope, too high expectation, and something like that. It will feel like a gift when you get something good you don't expect, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the last. Birthday wishes... I wish I could always finish off all the things I ever started, everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-5252466169073387429?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5252466169073387429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/twenty-something.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/5252466169073387429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/5252466169073387429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/08/twenty-something.html' title='Twenty Something'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-1883197575539847075</id><published>2010-07-30T11:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:25:49.475+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>False Hope Makes All the Wrong Feels Right</title><content type='html'>There are some days that I feel so lonely and other days that I feel so in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I'm so upset but then I see you, and everything's fine. Somehow your existence is worth it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's you, it's you, you make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;Everything&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-1883197575539847075?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/1883197575539847075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/false-hope-makes-all-wrong-feels-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/1883197575539847075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/1883197575539847075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/false-hope-makes-all-wrong-feels-right.html' title='False Hope Makes All the Wrong Feels Right'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-2436191301538824737</id><published>2010-07-22T22:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:58:13.609+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah.... My internship report has already been approved. I finally got my supervisor's signature. Also I've bought a ticket for going back home next week. Thanks God, now I just can’t hardly wait for the flight. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, butterflies are coming around again. Couldn’t explain more but it makes me feel good. Sometimes, I need to feel just like this, and it’s enough. Well done, stupid scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He was sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I fell over my feet&lt;br /&gt;Like bricks underwater&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;Oxygen&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Colbie Caillat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-2436191301538824737?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/2436191301538824737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/2436191301538824737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/2436191301538824737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-7903654491570008882</id><published>2010-07-20T11:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:34:05.976+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Pretty Lazy Day</title><content type='html'>It’s such another lazy day. I don't go to the office again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I met my supervisor. I went to his house and had a presentation of my report. I thought that my report has been corrected already. Nevertheless it was very incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you just sign it, Sir? I need your signature, no more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to get it done right now. But I know, the more I procrastinate the longer time I have to wait to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep talking to myself, "DO IT. Do it. Do it!"&lt;br /&gt;But my another self always replied, "Ah, let me sitting around for a while, I'll do it later."&lt;br /&gt; "Come on Rind"&lt;br /&gt; "Aaaaaaah... Zzzzz"&lt;br /&gt; "How lazy you are!"&lt;br /&gt; "Am I?"&lt;br /&gt; "YES, YOU ARE!"&lt;br /&gt; "Zzzzz.."&lt;br /&gt; "Hey, don't you listen?"&lt;br /&gt; "ZZZZZZZZZ....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-7903654491570008882?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7903654491570008882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/pretty-lazy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/7903654491570008882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/7903654491570008882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/pretty-lazy-day.html' title='Pretty Lazy Day'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-4283977868376975156</id><published>2010-07-19T09:34:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:08:46.466+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Another Lazy Monday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It's yet to be determined&lt;br /&gt;But the air is thick&lt;br /&gt;And my hope is feeling worn&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing home&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;A Plain Morning&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting around in bed, cuddling with internship report, listening to the music, chilling out while ruined with the thoughts of wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to the office today but my friend does. I told her that I want get done my report just at home, because there will be nothing I can do at the office and I will look so stupid. It's the second time I let her go to the office alone. Sounds egoistic, eh? Yes, I am. I know she'll be bored there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-4283977868376975156?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/4283977868376975156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-lazy-monday-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/4283977868376975156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/4283977868376975156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-lazy-monday-morning.html' title='Another Lazy Monday Morning'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-424850733526097019</id><published>2010-07-16T09:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:30:43.872+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campus'/><title type='text'>Oh Report</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's done. But no, it's ALMOST done, still have a bunch of Bahasa Indonesia pages to translate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could finish it on Monday. Ah, just can't wait to have my supervisor's signature. Then I'm GOING HOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-424850733526097019?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/424850733526097019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/424850733526097019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/424850733526097019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-report.html' title='Oh Report'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-6809854906442729904</id><published>2010-07-14T09:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:49:26.805+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>I get so homesick and I want to be home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it seems exciting here, traveling to a new place, getting new experience, meeting new people, etc. But when I get here, it's kinda scary. I don't know anyone, anything, and anyplace here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be happy when caught in the situation like this. It's a something new. I didn't know what's so wrong with me. I feel like I'm alive with somebody's soul here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I can do here is just trying to keep myself busy, watching movie (though I've watched it over and over, it sounds desperate!), reading some books I brought from home (trying to read it slowly so the time will fly fast), listening to the music (but I can't play it out loud, I know it will annoys the whole house), and yeah of course working on my internship report. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And I’m surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people&lt;br /&gt;I still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m done&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;Home&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave this place. Let me go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-6809854906442729904?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/6809854906442729904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/homesick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/6809854906442729904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/6809854906442729904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-5562308781982655740</id><published>2010-07-02T12:10:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:56:53.453+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Hari Pertama Kerja Praktek</title><content type='html'>Bekerja di pertambangan harus mengenakan alat-alat keselamatan seperti helm dan sepatu boot. Bahkan di dalem kantorpun harus dipake. Di dalem mobilpun juga. Saya berharap sepatu bootnya agak modis dikit, namun harapan saya sirna. Sepatu boot yang saya pake berwarna coklat muda, dengan bahan kulit. Seandainya ada kuda di sini mungkin saya akan lebih mirip cowboy daripada pekerja tambang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-5562308781982655740?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5562308781982655740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/hari-pertama-kerja-praktek-dan-sesuatu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/5562308781982655740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/5562308781982655740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/hari-pertama-kerja-praktek-dan-sesuatu.html' title='Hari Pertama Kerja Praktek'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-1846283240852778809</id><published>2010-07-01T10:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:54:52.584+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>A Hello from South Sumatra</title><content type='html'>Hari ketiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosen. Gue nggak bisa ngapa-ngapain. Parah. Sepi banget. Gue butuh ngobrol. Gue butuh bercanda. Gue butuh ketawa. Gue butuh hiburan. Hello... anyone? Berasa nggak ada orang di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengen cepet pulang. I do really wanna go home right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-1846283240852778809?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/1846283240852778809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-from-south-sumatra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/1846283240852778809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/1846283240852778809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-from-south-sumatra.html' title='A Hello from South Sumatra'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-5954547112868759307</id><published>2010-06-27T15:51:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:08:56.917+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Something</title><content type='html'>I feel so awkward and complicated lately. Well, I'm gonna leave this town.   But it seems hard to leave. I feel like there is something undone. I need to do something. I want to see someone before I leave, really! At least I had to say "hello again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave on Tuesday. I wonder if we could meet today or tomorrow. But I think it's not possible. I don't know but I just really wish I could. Maybe I will just be happy, or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-5954547112868759307?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5954547112868759307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/06/something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/5954547112868759307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/5954547112868759307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/06/something.html' title='Something'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-1909889553592885142</id><published>2010-06-18T10:26:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T18:19:49.779+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>It Must Been You</title><content type='html'>I heard a song from the radio while I was driving back home from campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Must Been You by Funny Little Dream. It caught my ears at the first time I heard it. It sounds chilly, cute, and catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It must been you&lt;br /&gt;That I've been dreaming&lt;br /&gt;And I've been waiting all day&lt;br /&gt;It must been you&lt;br /&gt;That I've been looking&lt;br /&gt;And I want to tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;It Must Been You&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Funny Little Dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song could be downloaded by clicking the download link below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freedownloads.last.fm/download/176585920/It%2BMust%2BBeen%2BYou.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-1909889553592885142?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/1909889553592885142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-must-been-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/1909889553592885142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/1909889553592885142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-must-been-you.html' title='It Must Been You'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-5166398091806315086</id><published>2010-06-06T20:23:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:10:31.574+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>The End of My Sixth Semester</title><content type='html'>This is the end of my sixth semester, today was the last class I had. I'm happy though I didn't know how good or bad my score will be. Final exam will be held next week. Just can't hardly wait for it, I mean, can't hardly wait to pass it by. Because holiday is waiting right there. I'm free for about  a week before final exam. No class, no teaching. I'm free, ye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-5166398091806315086?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5166398091806315086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-of-my-sixth-semester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/5166398091806315086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/5166398091806315086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-of-my-sixth-semester.html' title='The End of My Sixth Semester'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-5958296905155784990</id><published>2010-06-05T21:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:36:38.853+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about writing some new posts in my head over the past few months. And well, I'm gonna write about someone, my everlasting crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I'm crazy but yes it's up to you, I don't mind. I just want to write down all of the things I thought about him before the ending of drama happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be on the next post, titled Everlasting Crush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-5958296905155784990?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/5958296905155784990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/5958296905155784990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/5958296905155784990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-7366857582530855391</id><published>2010-05-07T00:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:24:27.183+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Rambling</title><content type='html'>It's midnight, and now I can't sleep. I don't want to sleep. I don't know. I worry. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-7366857582530855391?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/7366857582530855391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/05/rambling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/7366857582530855391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/7366857582530855391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/05/rambling.html' title='Rambling'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-9082802616608948672</id><published>2010-04-17T11:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:22:18.122+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Lazy Morning</title><content type='html'>Oooouuu.... I really miss this blog. Long time no update. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so bored with the weekend class now that I can't find any interesting things to do to keep me "alive" in this class because I'm so sleepy now, so I open this blog and write, write, write... I wanna sleep. I wanna sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, catch you later, blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-9082802616608948672?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/9082802616608948672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/04/lazy-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/9082802616608948672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/9082802616608948672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2010/04/lazy-morning.html' title='Lazy Morning'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-9176898585588968210</id><published>2009-09-01T00:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:36:36.658+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Wow, how long it's been since my last update!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-9176898585588968210?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/9176898585588968210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/9176898585588968210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/9176898585588968210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-8381819514189969441</id><published>2009-05-28T23:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:29:40.377+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>I hate this situation. Damn! It becomes exhausting that I'm so upset and keep blaming myself for the way things were because I realized that it was my overreacting and so that I shouldn't be angry or having a go on it like this. I think that I'm not good enough for it and I want different situation so that I need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to stop waiting, thinking, and worrying. I need to move on. But it's hard, it's like I want to do a big things but feeling like I have no power. I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-8381819514189969441?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8381819514189969441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2009/05/complicated.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/8381819514189969441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/8381819514189969441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2009/05/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-2037746026787091506</id><published>2009-04-30T10:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:13:27.947+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah'/><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I have not posted in a while. Dealing with a lot of assiggnment and report right now. Wishing that's all gonna be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-2037746026787091506?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/2037746026787091506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/2037746026787091506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/2037746026787091506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-8514116140698751471</id><published>2009-02-19T10:19:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:20:13.346+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What True Happiness Really Is</title><content type='html'>Something was making me happy. It &lt;b&gt;was&lt;/b&gt; okay. But now, I just realize it faded away from my life. I'm sick of it and feel like wanna escape from this life. I'm so sick, down, and desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back the time, I'd back to time when I was a child. Children, they are who always happy everytime, never worried about anything like life problem, assignments, school, love, and future. And they can easily get happiness, simply by watching their favorite cartoon TV shows or cycling with their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it seems hard to get that true happiness. To me at this time, happiness is to have my personal time, enjoying my hobbies without thinking about that thing. It's just hard actually, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Somewhere Only We Know&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Keane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know, life is too short on this earth. So I have to make the best of it while I'm here and be happy whatever it takes. I must believe in all the things in my life and always pray for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So I lay my head back down&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;And pray to be only Yours&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only Yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now You're my only hope&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Only Hope&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-8514116140698751471?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8514116140698751471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-true-happiness-really-is.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/8514116140698751471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/8514116140698751471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-true-happiness-really-is.html' title='What True Happiness Really Is'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-31791133264770138</id><published>2009-02-07T07:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:35:35.443+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Shopping Therapy</title><content type='html'>You know shopping or retail therapy is a great stress reliever. I'm not sure but whenever I'm feeling down it seems like all my problem can be fixed with clothes, a pair of shoes, bag, book, or CD. I'm not saying that money can buy happiness but it always put me in a better mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shop everytime I get really stressed and it works. Just think about what will satisfy me regardless of whether it's not a want or a need then go shopping and end up with that stuff. When I get home I just love overwhelming feeling I get when I see all things I've bought. Actually, it's not about what satisfy me but about the feeling it gives to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-31791133264770138?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/31791133264770138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2009/02/shopping-therapy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/31791133264770138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/31791133264770138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2009/02/shopping-therapy.html' title='Shopping Therapy'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347829986558243817.post-8260191740961044352</id><published>2009-01-26T07:57:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:12:25.108+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I Hope This Could Be a Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm hopelessly&lt;br /&gt;Staring into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that words&lt;br /&gt;To be spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;Can never happen&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change&lt;br /&gt;The way we used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel it too?&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;Every minute&lt;br /&gt;Of every hour&lt;br /&gt;Of every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that I'll be alright without you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always count every second&lt;br /&gt;Until seeing you again&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Best Friend&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Rindsberry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347829986558243817-8260191740961044352?l=rindsberry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/feeds/8260191740961044352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hope-this-could-be-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/8260191740961044352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347829986558243817/posts/default/8260191740961044352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rindsberry.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hope-this-could-be-song.html' title='I Hope This Could Be a Song'/><author><name>Rindsberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870464531752944685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvBpWyrzchg/TFG4Ec1dFaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fJ79OLH_RWE/S220/n1622880062_6847_5985.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
