<?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-6762942769481494170</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:10:50.689-08:00</updated><category term='love'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>apa ini apa itu?</title><subtitle type='html'>ada udang di balik batu.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-2855247803895314359</id><published>2011-12-31T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T02:22:23.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's say goodbye 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last day of 2011 it is. This last 2 days of mine gave me a lot depressions. Well this is holiday, i don't have any plan to spend the days until i'm back taking care of PERFILMA. Reflecting 2011 it was an....okay year i thought. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not because i am in depression mode or not thankful enough to Allah SWT. most likely that i have much regret for what have or haven't done this past year. I've could done much better and there is no chance to back in time and changed that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other people might think i am kind of extrovert, and that is true. but i keep things to myself pretty much too. Maybe because this last year i abandoned my thoughts and hearts. too much spontaneous actions without thinking and asking what my hearts might want. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But..things happened, it's to move on. You know until i write this post i still have so much regret. Well NYE is just another day minus that you have college academic staff to do. I don't want to have another resolution, what i need to solution to be a better person. And i wish i'll be okay next year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, happy new years people wish you a best year of luck and prosperity :) happy 2012.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20296398/d336ccec002a69534efedbc8_large." imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20296398/d336ccec002a69534efedbc8_large." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-2855247803895314359?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/2855247803895314359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/12/lets-say-goodbye-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/2855247803895314359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/2855247803895314359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/12/lets-say-goodbye-2011.html' title='Let&apos;s say goodbye 2011'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-7232250752300381728</id><published>2011-11-03T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T04:39:06.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I left in Paris..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my camera :'(&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's gone for good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/304690_10150812258915454_629925453_20758800_1623210197_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/304690_10150812258915454_629925453_20758800_1623210197_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i am no good with keeping things, lesson learned. &lt;br /&gt;RIP Adiz's SONY @230&lt;br /&gt;i hope your new owner keeping you well :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-7232250752300381728?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7232250752300381728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-i-left-in-paris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7232250752300381728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7232250752300381728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-i-left-in-paris.html' title='What I left in Paris..'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-5635231354884729490</id><published>2011-07-26T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:07:02.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semnas dan Workshop ALSA 2011</title><content type='html'>I guess Semnas ALSA 2011 was one one my great experience within my college years. Back in May 2011, Alhamdulillah I was selected as one of LC UI delegation for Semnas ALSA in Surabaya. The theme is “Prospek dan Tantangan Penerapan ADR Pada Kontrak Pengelolaan Dana”, I have learned so much in this event, not only about the capital market but also how to mediate in a conflict. If i have a chance, really looking forward to join this event next year. And here some of the photos.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/268554_2249999486646_1147999011_32781865_4982635_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/268554_2249999486646_1147999011_32781865_4982635_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/284659_2249445312792_1147999011_32780902_7122238_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/284659_2249445312792_1147999011_32780902_7122238_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ALSA LC UI delegation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/285034_1842247107289_1573944444_31494554_1667602_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/285034_1842247107289_1573944444_31494554_1667602_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/250122_10150277485293609_831888608_7417863_487146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/250122_10150277485293609_831888608_7417863_487146_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the seminar &amp; workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/284369_2249983566248_1147999011_32781843_6280678_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/284369_2249983566248_1147999011_32781843_6280678_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/284479_2249610716927_1147999011_32781246_1647662_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/284479_2249610716927_1147999011_32781246_1647662_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/282439_148963005179331_100001968960069_298902_550954_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/282439_148963005179331_100001968960069_298902_550954_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/198666_10150277490738609_831888608_7417917_2892647_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/198666_10150277490738609_831888608_7417917_2892647_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;random photos&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-5635231354884729490?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/5635231354884729490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/07/semnas-dan-workshop-alsa-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/5635231354884729490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/5635231354884729490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/07/semnas-dan-workshop-alsa-2011.html' title='Semnas dan Workshop ALSA 2011'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-6516168797188625834</id><published>2011-07-24T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:10:32.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menangis Semalam</title><content type='html'>People come and go. I have faced situation like this once, but i don't feel want to face it again. I keep holding on, no matter how hard the situation is. I am just not ready yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-6516168797188625834?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/6516168797188625834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/07/menangis-semalam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/6516168797188625834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/6516168797188625834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/07/menangis-semalam.html' title='Menangis Semalam'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-916846360798186125</id><published>2011-05-04T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T10:36:10.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grumpy me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3MZFwa2U-U/TYbkfsQFEiI/AAAAAAAAADo/jDcYc_rABwc/s1600/grumpy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 409px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3MZFwa2U-U/TYbkfsQFEiI/AAAAAAAAADo/jDcYc_rABwc/s1600/grumpy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on, i really need to counter my grumpyness for my sake. being kinder and nicer,less talk, being wiser, less self-center, calmer, and more. I am sorry because the Capricorn of me is really taking part this past 2 years. I blame my sign hahaha. But i know i can't change but i promise my self to counter it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-916846360798186125?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/916846360798186125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/05/grumpy-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/916846360798186125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/916846360798186125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/05/grumpy-me.html' title='grumpy me'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3MZFwa2U-U/TYbkfsQFEiI/AAAAAAAAADo/jDcYc_rABwc/s72-c/grumpy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-8131433509299396117</id><published>2011-05-04T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T10:25:55.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#prolog</title><content type='html'>it's me, fadiza, currently study at Universitas Indonesia, majoring Law (Private Law). Now i am a sophomore and in the late of 4th semester. It's almost midnight and i gather all my spirit doing my Agraria assignment, my lazy ass couldn't resist anything lot interesting than done homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place i study is the most desired university within country, and most people here are the people who i guarantee that will success for life. Really proud to be here but really hard to keep up. I used to had these dream when i was a highschooler, i was really dying to go to law school, i imagined how cool to be a law student, cool subjects, cool future jobs, and whatsoever. but law school is bigger than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say, i am not doing bad but not great either, well i am not proud enough because i can do it a lot better. But many things really bother me to study, it's not like i don't care it's like i don't fit in the system of the study (for now), probably i just making excuse to defend why i'm being lazy but really I used to be a person who really have a plan for future. yes plan! not just plan but really realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm just not lucky. turn out my imagination with law school is not near with reality, first semester i just done stupid mistakes and turn out ruining my moods for entire college days ( yes MPKT fuck ). No one to blame but me, but i am really complicated, even my self couldn't understand my self. You know part of me is really want to be smart-ass-front-row-seat kids in the class but i don't have motivation and turn out that i am the class-back-seater+always-come+30+minutes+late. I miss my self two and half years a go where study is part of my first thing to do before sleep. I miss how i motivated to be / to get something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont hate my college life, many things i cherish in this campus. it's just academical problem that i'm not really into. But what subjects i really into? what things keep me motivated? i know i can survive this college, it's just lack passion of study and attend classes. But hell no, i waste my future with this opportunity (read:chacce to study in FHUI) it's just me who try to find reason why i lost passion for study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: to my self after reading this, you kinda scared that you haven't started agra and now you are working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-8131433509299396117?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/8131433509299396117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/05/prolog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/8131433509299396117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/8131433509299396117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/05/prolog.html' title='#prolog'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-7737532737616681355</id><published>2011-03-19T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T13:04:38.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell yeah it's 2011</title><content type='html'>oke gw memang terlambat untuk celebrating new years eve di blog ini.. maaf ya bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;this year so far so good, and gonna heading mid term test next week. huffness is back. What am i dong so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think,... The Beginning of January is always my birthday.. and i had my birthday surprise this year! Yippie! Thanks to Artha-chan for organizing this surprise party for me and gave me melisa shoes for the present :-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and February, nothing exciting except first day of 4th semester. And also surprise valentine present from Artha-chan again. And preparing for the PRP 2011 is kinda complicated to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least March! really full of activities for hectic to raising money, preparing PRP 2011 and celebrating 2nd years anniversary and also going to holy land a.k.a tanah suci! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya gw melewatkan 2 event seru yaitu pembubaran BHI 2010 dan pembubaran BEM FHUI 2010.. yasudahlah. emang belom jodoh 0:-)   --&gt; walaupun sebel dikit :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-7737532737616681355?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7737532737616681355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/03/hell-yeah-its-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7737532737616681355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7737532737616681355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2011/03/hell-yeah-its-2011.html' title='Hell yeah it&apos;s 2011'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-8652762490530786032</id><published>2010-12-29T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:29:10.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kepengen</title><content type='html'>hey dipenghujung 2010 ini, gw yang sedang libur ini entah kenapa lagi pingin banyak hal banget. Dari hal akademis, materi, sampai jasmani. So far keinginan gw antara lain ialah:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sony Alpha 230: kenapa haru sony ini? Karena kebetuluan ada lensa minolta 3 biji, sayang aja kalo gak kepake kan? terus gw juga amatir jadi ga masalah dong kalo beli ini.&lt;br /&gt;2. Unlimited stok baju: kenapa ya gw selalu pingin beli baju? tapi selalu aja gak ada yang cocok. Kalo pun ada yang cocook harganya gak cocok :(&lt;br /&gt;3. Olahraga teratur: plis banget ya gw salah gerakan dikit otot gw kram. gw cuman pengen olah raga atau setidaknya badan gw gerak dikit lah.&lt;br /&gt;4. TINGGI. ya lo pasti ngerti lah.&lt;br /&gt;5. Handycam: gw ada camcorder sanyo xacti but turn out itu kualitas videonya jelek, padahal sblm beli reviewnya bagus. hadeh.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pen tablet: gw pingiiiiiin banget entah itu wacom, kanvus, ataupun genius. gw pingin gambar-gambar pake itu. &lt;br /&gt;7. buku-buku aksara: mau itu buku becandaan atau desain, kepingin bangets punya semua, apa aksara gw beli aja kali? &lt;br /&gt;8. fisheye-lomo: kalo ini dari dulu kasih tak sampai.&lt;br /&gt;9. IPK dia atas 3,1&lt;br /&gt;10. mao ke HONGKONG bangets eh mending ke JEPANG trus ke tempat ninja. &lt;br /&gt;11. mao menang lomba!!!! apapun itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn! 2011 gw harus bgt dapetin satu-satu, bisa gak ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-8652762490530786032?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/8652762490530786032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/12/kepengen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/8652762490530786032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/8652762490530786032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/12/kepengen.html' title='kepengen'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-2205501418581041113</id><published>2010-11-15T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T09:54:00.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfilma Organization Training and Outbound 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TP50KbGf22I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/f9FIrH2zdMs/s1600/IMG_8577_new%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TP50KbGf22I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/f9FIrH2zdMs/s200/IMG_8577_new%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547999513389554530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acara ini merupakan kaderisasi Badan Otononm Pers, Fotografi, Film, dan Musik Mahasiswa Fakultas Hukum Universitas Indonesia. Berlangsung pada tanggal 12-14 November di Villa Rifanditto Adhikara. All my hard work will pay off if you guys contribute for perfilma in future! so i'll be waiting guys! Perfilma 2010 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-2205501418581041113?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/2205501418581041113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/12/perfilma-organization-training-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/2205501418581041113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/2205501418581041113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/12/perfilma-organization-training-and.html' title='Perfilma Organization Training and Outbound 2010'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TP50KbGf22I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/f9FIrH2zdMs/s72-c/IMG_8577_new%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-7818346683216566445</id><published>2010-10-30T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T09:24:02.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stab me in the front</title><content type='html'>hows life been treating me?&lt;br /&gt;syukur alhamdulillah ya Allah. I am graceful for everything you gave me. all i want is just one thing, sorry two things to tell you. Please,please,please help me through POTO 2010! I'm really looking toward to it!  and second, my life is changing like a lot. not mine exactly but my friend's, and i guess it's just a start.. anyhow that was affecting me, my mind, my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;I am not forcing anyone to be in the circle, but really you have to learn to respect mister. I don't really care who you feel more comfortable with, but you should ashamed for what you have said. I know it wasn't about me, but please.. they are your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i hate to see what you've become, and wishing it ain't true. but you should really owe me an explanation. I think you were never be a friend, because true friend stabs you in the front and you don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-7818346683216566445?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7818346683216566445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/10/stab-me-in-front.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7818346683216566445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7818346683216566445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/10/stab-me-in-front.html' title='Stab me in the front'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-3624828840065400398</id><published>2010-10-19T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:38:22.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind description</title><content type='html'>you know i wondering if anyone wondering about my blog description #ngarep despite you wonder or not,i quoted that sentence from Project PoP's song named TTN (teman tapi #ngarep). I found that sentences attractive, provoking, and suspicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! so? i don't know, i feel want to write now, and tomorrow i have ORI mid-test.#sowhat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-3624828840065400398?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/3624828840065400398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/10/behind-description.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/3624828840065400398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/3624828840065400398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/10/behind-description.html' title='Behind description'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-5230798101954477308</id><published>2010-10-19T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:09:34.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bergerak Hukum Indonesia</title><content type='html'>What is Bergerak Hukum Indonesia? (simple explanation) is an event held by BEM FHUI about legal drafting competition more over the first winner's draft will be discussed by all the participant, and after that the legal draft will be given to house of representatives. The point is, this is the brand new college student movement, when we as an student as civitas academica are giving out solution instead of criticize government. As one of committee, my jobdesc is to publish this event to media. The best part is the closing which held in MPR's building, here some photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TL3QIyiqyqI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZRzoduw1oK4/s1600/72178_1659376006582_1302617590_1807149_7489535_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TL3QIyiqyqI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZRzoduw1oK4/s200/72178_1659376006582_1302617590_1807149_7489535_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529804766905551522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;center&gt;sama ayah PO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TL3QIv1rDQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JqrkGdQHiko/s1600/66536_1659369886429_1302617590_1807127_1822451_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TL3QIv1rDQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JqrkGdQHiko/s200/66536_1659369886429_1302617590_1807127_1822451_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529804766179953922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TL3QID1U5ZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9HXAoTL7DsA/s1600/71652_1659377206612_1302617590_1807153_3175499_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TL3QID1U5ZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9HXAoTL7DsA/s200/71652_1659377206612_1302617590_1807153_3175499_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529804754367341970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-5230798101954477308?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/5230798101954477308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/10/bergerak-hukum-indonesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/5230798101954477308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/5230798101954477308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/10/bergerak-hukum-indonesia.html' title='Bergerak Hukum Indonesia'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TL3QIyiqyqI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZRzoduw1oK4/s72-c/72178_1659376006582_1302617590_1807149_7489535_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-4626010072859034440</id><published>2010-09-18T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:18:32.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only//Hanya Jika</title><content type='html'>Yang lalu biarlah berlalu. Tapi bolehkah kita berangan jika hal - hal yang berlalu tidak pernah berlalu?&lt;br /&gt;Jika Indonesia tidak pernah dijajah?&lt;br /&gt;Jika presiden Soekarno tidak mentandatangani supersemar?&lt;br /&gt;Jika presiden Soeharto hanya memimpin 30 tahun?&lt;br /&gt;Jika banyak orang Amerika membeli rumah?&lt;br /&gt;Jika Blackberry tidak pernah diciptakan?&lt;br /&gt;Jika tidak ada yang namanya CLBK?&lt;br /&gt;Jika HP 3650 saya tidak rusak?&lt;br /&gt;Jika saya masuk 70?&lt;br /&gt;Jika saya tidak masuk FHUI?&lt;br /&gt;sudahlah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-4626010072859034440?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/4626010072859034440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-onlyhanya-jika.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/4626010072859034440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/4626010072859034440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-onlyhanya-jika.html' title='If Only//Hanya Jika'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-691369982787791737</id><published>2010-09-09T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T05:47:23.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trapped in time</title><content type='html'>ive told you that im not kind high-end of music person. But i do like music, thou music i like is never change. and there all not vintage or old-school yet but surely will be. want to peek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXnf8kL2njA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXnf8kL2njA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-691369982787791737?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/691369982787791737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/09/trapped-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/691369982787791737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/691369982787791737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/09/trapped-in-time.html' title='trapped in time'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-5458871944976356464</id><published>2010-09-09T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T03:38:49.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>small reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TIi41Mu5xYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5tudB5Fe1I4/s1600/%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TIi41Mu5xYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5tudB5Fe1I4/s200/%27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514860967805699458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a great nite! seeing peeps you used to see everyday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-5458871944976356464?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/5458871944976356464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/09/small-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/5458871944976356464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/5458871944976356464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/09/small-reunion.html' title='small reunion'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TIi41Mu5xYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5tudB5Fe1I4/s72-c/%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-4126983549219424428</id><published>2010-09-07T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:03:33.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God</title><content type='html'>complaining. yes, people complain. i do complain like every hour i can remember. Nevertheless have you ever wonder? there are too many people that not lucky as you. Have you ever try to imagine that you are disable to speak, to walk, to hold thing,to breathe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what kind of miracles that knock my heart, but this time, i feel ashamed. How can we never so be grateful to God? How we always ask for something like we are the poorest people in the world? and yet we still complaining and forget about others people who literally need more help. God, please lead me the way, way to always be grateful to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-4126983549219424428?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/4126983549219424428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/09/thank-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/4126983549219424428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/4126983549219424428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/09/thank-god.html' title='Thank God'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-5603750175138650384</id><published>2010-08-30T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T08:50:56.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalai Lama’s 18 rules for living</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i got this great stuff when stumble-uponing.So i copy-paste it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the new millennium the Dalai Lama apparently issued eighteen rules for living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk. &lt;br /&gt;   2. When you lose, don’t lose the lesson. &lt;br /&gt;   3. Follow the three Rs: &lt;br /&gt;         1. Respect for self &lt;br /&gt;         2. Respect for others &lt;br /&gt;         3. Responsibility for all your actions. &lt;br /&gt;   4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck. &lt;br /&gt;   5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly. &lt;br /&gt;   6. Don’t let a little dispute injure a great friendship. &lt;br /&gt;   7. When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. &lt;br /&gt;   8. Spend some time alone every day. &lt;br /&gt;   9. Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values. &lt;br /&gt;  10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer. &lt;br /&gt;  11. Live a good, honourable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time. &lt;br /&gt;  12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life. &lt;br /&gt;  13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past. &lt;br /&gt;  14. Share your knowledge. It’s a way to achieve immortality. &lt;br /&gt;  15. Be gentle with the earth. &lt;br /&gt;  16. Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before. &lt;br /&gt;  17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other. &lt;br /&gt;  18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-5603750175138650384?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/5603750175138650384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/08/dalai-lamas-18-rules-for-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/5603750175138650384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/5603750175138650384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/08/dalai-lamas-18-rules-for-living.html' title='Dalai Lama’s 18 rules for living'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-8875395756367826256</id><published>2010-08-25T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T05:20:51.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you want it so bad</title><content type='html'>people never say enough.&lt;br /&gt;people do have dream. &lt;br /&gt;people have their own way.&lt;br /&gt;when you want something so badly, like you gonna die if you don't achieve it then you'd do anything,yea anything, to get them. And now, i don't have that feeling anymore, i want everything but not that bad, is it good? or bad? well i used to have the feeling thou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-8875395756367826256?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/8875395756367826256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-want-it-so-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/8875395756367826256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/8875395756367826256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-want-it-so-bad.html' title='you want it so bad'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-120854154054803441</id><published>2010-08-09T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:31:52.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Greedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.booksunlimited.ie/bookcover/9781405235198/Little-Miss-Greedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.booksunlimited.ie/bookcover/9781405235198/Little-Miss-Greedy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like greediest girl on planet. I want to have more and more, and i asked myself what more do i need? i don't need anything of that. I know i am lucky but i keep wanting more. God, i am so greedy. Please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-120854154054803441?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/120854154054803441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-miss-greedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/120854154054803441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/120854154054803441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-miss-greedy.html' title='Little Miss Greedy'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-5748531309403828564</id><published>2010-08-07T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:54:49.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP</title><content type='html'>jealousy turning saints into the sea..,The Killers said that. Although I am not a saint but we all have pure heart once. I don't know i feel like inferior, not good enough, not nice enough, not lucky enough and seeing people get anything easily making me jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what to do cause i know exactly what i supposed to do. STOP all those things and move on with life (also pray to God). Someday i am gonna be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-5748531309403828564?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/5748531309403828564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/08/stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/5748531309403828564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/5748531309403828564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/08/stop.html' title='STOP'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-6220725821375490117</id><published>2010-08-05T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:55:27.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretend-lion (singa-pura)</title><content type='html'>i just get back from singapore for second semester holiday. it was a week trip with friends exploring negeri seberang yang super mini itu. Besides exploring Orchard, we went to Universal Studio, i guessed it's kinda small isn't it? and i drop some photos here, cekidot ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TFrO75N5YXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uUvo189Ax5Y/s1600/35977_1471365657557_1036083086_31381583_4253772_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TFrO75N5YXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uUvo189Ax5Y/s200/35977_1471365657557_1036083086_31381583_4253772_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501937423153193330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TFrO7Zq-JfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/K398gruoEmY/s1600/39703_1471358337374_1036083086_31381541_5290093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TFrO7Zq-JfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/K398gruoEmY/s200/39703_1471358337374_1036083086_31381541_5290093_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501937414685206002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TFrO6l0KqwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KKZG_Zuyeyc/s1600/33499_435664529432_635659432_4480732_469830_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TFrO6l0KqwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KKZG_Zuyeyc/s200/33499_435664529432_635659432_4480732_469830_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501937400765131522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-6220725821375490117?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/6220725821375490117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/08/pretend-lion-singa-pura2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/6220725821375490117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/6220725821375490117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/08/pretend-lion-singa-pura2.html' title='pretend-lion (singa-pura)'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TFrO75N5YXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uUvo189Ax5Y/s72-c/35977_1471365657557_1036083086_31381583_4253772_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-4293189968412272871</id><published>2010-07-25T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T12:48:15.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 hours a day</title><content type='html'>For first time in my life,i am thinking how time is precious. Time used to be a lot and unlimited, and by the time as i wake today turns out that i need all my wasted time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is depressing since i have lived i never running out of time, i remember when i was in junior high everyday i spent 2 hours to play before i got home. And now, 24 hours is not enough! to much things to do to much things to handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want to do is back,back,back like what it used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-4293189968412272871?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/4293189968412272871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/07/bring-back-my-wasted-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/4293189968412272871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/4293189968412272871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/07/bring-back-my-wasted-time.html' title='25 hours a day'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-1857080165197472731</id><published>2010-07-23T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T09:31:08.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>I should admit it, that when it comes to life, there are no forever. I might say when they say if life is round or roller coaster which means sometimes you re up or down is truly true. Besides love problem, Letting go it's one of important rule to survive life. Despite of saying 'You don't know what you have till it is gone' what you should do is letting go and move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saying this, not if i am not care but how can we handle future if we are still looking back.. we can save our memory about past but we should save more room for future. so please, never afraid of letting go, i am trusting God, if it's meant to be so it will be. have a great life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-1857080165197472731?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/1857080165197472731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/07/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1857080165197472731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1857080165197472731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/07/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-7545256335943171846</id><published>2010-07-15T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:30:03.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't remember days, you remember moments</title><content type='html'>If you asked me,do you remember what actually happened to my entire life? well i am just ordinary people,as Qoran says, Manusia itu tempat lupa,salah, dan dosa. Pasti gw akan menjawab "kali gw inget" tetapi pasti ada saat - saat tertentu lo akan inget suatu kejadian tertentu, and we called it 'moment'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not high-end with music kind of person. But you know, i do have soundtrack of all my momenst. And mostly memorized all the lyrics of the songs. So if you see me sing along to a song without any misspell so that might one of soundtrack of my moments :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo gw pikirin pasti gw lupa lagu-lagu apa yang jadi soundtrack gw tapi i sure have a-must-be-soundtrack-of-moments-list,yaitu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Raindrops keep falling on my head,BJ Thomas:Ketika mencoba moving on with life tetapi kadang-kadang looking backwards. Best Part: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cryin's not for me,'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Pop Goes My Heart, Pop: Ketika lo menyadari bahwa masih banyak orang yang ada disekitar lo dan everything's gonna be okay. Best Part: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are Gold and Silveeeeeer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Grace Kelly,MIKA: Ketika lo berangkat dan yakin dengan kata ‘today is better than yesterday’. Best Part: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do I attract you? Do I repulse you  with my quesy smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Never fallin love again, Carpenters: ini bukan lagu patah hati sih, tapi buat gw ini mengingatkan lo harus stay strong dan tidak bergantung pada orang. Best Part: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Out of those chains, those chains that bind you,That is why I'm here to remind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Beautiful Girls, Sean Kingston: ketika lo lagi merasa inferior. Best Part: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You made suicidal suicidal when you say it’s over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya ada belasan mungkin puluhan, tapi biasalah ide kalo dicari suka ilang kalo gak dicari suka muncul! So,What’s your song?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-7545256335943171846?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7545256335943171846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-dont-remember-days-you-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7545256335943171846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7545256335943171846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-dont-remember-days-you-remember.html' title='You don&apos;t remember days, you remember moments'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-2539232137489972055</id><published>2010-07-15T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:21:24.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adiz Api atau Adiz Navi?</title><content type='html'>well even thou, it's not a completely holiday for me (sigh,i hate SP) holiday-boredom is still coming and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TD8m_JCvJUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PsLMw9timw0/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TD8m_JCvJUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PsLMw9timw0/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494152936616305986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TD8m-7WarmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-tiFpCe-Fkc/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TD8m-7WarmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-tiFpCe-Fkc/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494152932940754530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-2539232137489972055?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/2539232137489972055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/07/adiz-api-atau-adiz-navi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/2539232137489972055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/2539232137489972055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/07/adiz-api-atau-adiz-navi.html' title='Adiz Api atau Adiz Navi?'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TD8m_JCvJUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PsLMw9timw0/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-8884334791060110980</id><published>2010-06-12T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:53:02.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>good  and the better one.</title><content type='html'>Okay, (it's always starts with 'okay') Gw memang tidak pernah mengalami suatu kondisi seperti. Kondisi apa? kondisi dimana seorang pria/wanita memililh orang yang lebih baik dari yang baik. Maksudnya? simple case seperti ketika Brad Pitt lebih memilih Angellina Jolie dibanding Jenifer Anitson (terlepas dari alasan katanya Jen tidak ingin punya anak yah), lalu what's wrong with that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai Jen dimana lo adalah seorang yang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; (yes,she's just a good girl) reputasi baik,karir baik,wajah (sangat) baik, secara keseluruhan she's okay, tidak ada cacat. Tetapi ketika lo dihadapkan ketika ada yang lebih baik dari lo, Angelina Jolie, ya dia emang agak wild,tapi dia super hot, dan siapa sih yang gak mengakui ke generous-an dia, mengadopsi anak dari berbagai belahan dunia, dan sering beramal, dan kita akan berpendapat &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she's more than good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's about comparing the good and the better. Gw merasa gw good dan tidak better. I am not that special yang bisa jadi konseptor acara-acara inovatif, tidak segitu cemerlang di dunia persilatan (read:kuli-yeah), gak secantik finalis beauty-pageant,dll. Tapi gw juga tidak buruk, everything seems okay. Dan pada akhirnya orang - orang good itu akan tenggelam dalam sinar orang-orang better. Ya gak selebay itu juga sih. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang pengen gw utarakan sebenernya ini --&gt; is it okay just to be good? not better? karena tidak semua orang punya kesempatan dan kemauan jadi better lalu does it seem fair ketika orang - orang lebih memilih better daripada good? ya logikanya pasti orang - orang memilih yang lebih baik kan? lalu orang - orang good jadi ngambang! mau jadi bad salah mau jadi better susah/gak bisa. Bukan pikiran sempit tapi gw juga tau orang - orang better tersebut juga pasti susah menuju better dan mereka pasti punya keinginan keras, tapi gimana orang yang udah usaha tapi tidak beruntung? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waktu itu gw pernah nonton film Jomblo yang Ringgo mutusin Nadya Saphira (selingkuhanya) dengan alasan, "Kalau aku terus milih yang lebih baik, aku bisa aja ninggalin kamu, karena diatas yang lebih baik masih ada yang lebih baik lagi" gw langsung iya juga sih! masih ada langit diatas langit. Well if you found yourself not lucky masi banyak orang yang gak se lucky lo kan? mungkin aja buat orang lain lo adalah orang yang better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing, all people are special in their own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-8884334791060110980?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/8884334791060110980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-and-better-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/8884334791060110980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/8884334791060110980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-and-better-one.html' title='good  and the better one.'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-5398349951540918702</id><published>2010-05-28T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:38:41.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>says hello</title><content type='html'>it's been so long,but i didn't feel to. a year is almost over. Well people says that semester 2 is gabut-est and people get their best score year but, not with my brach or just with me. I felt like all the final is fucking hell. yeah comes whatever please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well 2nd semester is finally over, still waiting for siak ng shows my score and currently hoping for the best, since FHUI is a hell for studying law (well, at least someday will be paid of) and me and my friends made kinda of syukuran party that our freshmen year is over. and Welcoming Sophomore year baby! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TACLGW1CTqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bfvwkDfhL5U/s1600/28194_392712004657_790819657_3884984_7376742_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TACLGW1CTqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bfvwkDfhL5U/s320/28194_392712004657_790819657_3884984_7376742_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476530088206028450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TACLF6V7ywI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_yeqW3UyxjU/s1600/28194_392711979657_790819657_3884981_278978_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TACLF6V7ywI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_yeqW3UyxjU/s320/28194_392711979657_790819657_3884981_278978_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476530080559385346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TACLFq3oauI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tg1U_Pg5P1Q/s1600/28194_392711964657_790819657_3884978_7467016_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TACLFq3oauI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tg1U_Pg5P1Q/s320/28194_392711964657_790819657_3884978_7467016_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476530076405754594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-5398349951540918702?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/5398349951540918702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/05/says-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/5398349951540918702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/5398349951540918702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2010/05/says-hello.html' title='says hello'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/TACLGW1CTqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bfvwkDfhL5U/s72-c/28194_392712004657_790819657_3884984_7376742_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-7836381261129964857</id><published>2009-12-25T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:38:42.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my texting style</title><content type='html'>yes,typing. I have learned how to type with ten fingers since 8 years old. And i don't want to talk about typing but texting. When mobile phone was booming, people use text message, then internet era till now Blackberry era people communicate through text, either is SMS, Instant Messaging, or maybe just leave a testimonial (at friendster) / comment (at MySpace) / Wall (at Facebook). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to analyze people through anything, simple like how they used words. For example, my Friend Kara always use Big Letter in every first word in sentence, Or me I always doubleing word 'A'. People tend to use same words again and again, My boyfriend for example, always say 'HUY' instead, 'Hi', 'Hello',etc. I called them texting signature, so if somebody hijack somebody account, you can analyze that the one whose using the account is the real owner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's start to take a look deeper while your communicating through text. Get to know what your friends style of texting. Maybe it will be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-7836381261129964857?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7836381261129964857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-texting-style.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7836381261129964857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7836381261129964857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-texting-style.html' title='my texting style'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-722089837351478316</id><published>2009-10-31T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:52:42.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, finally i met mrAdiartha after a-very-busy-week for him. Actually i really want to watch This Is Itnya Michael Jackson, when i arrived at 21 Citos there were 2 film that start at the time. One of them is This Is It and Ruma Maida, then mrAdiartha prefer to watch Ruma Maida instead of watch This Is It.. it was okay for me, i just wanted to see a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this movie, i found out that the soundtrack composed by NAIF!!! and they really made these old song "Juwita Malam" and "Dibawah sinar bulan purnama" cooler to be heard. I really want to buy those single but they are not for sale yet. zzzzzzzzzzz can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rumamaida.com/pics/Preview8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-722089837351478316?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/722089837351478316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/10/songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/722089837351478316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/722089837351478316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/10/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-1348607507855489264</id><published>2009-10-01T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:57:22.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgetable days @ Al-Izhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzOcQxeUMJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzOcQxeUMJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-1348607507855489264?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/1348607507855489264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/10/unforgetable-days-al-izhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1348607507855489264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1348607507855489264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/10/unforgetable-days-al-izhar.html' title='Unforgetable days @ Al-Izhar'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-7272807199632769828</id><published>2009-09-20T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:59:28.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting a new life</title><content type='html'>Well, actually.. I get what i want,to be FHUI student. Through that rough paths in PSAF and BPMB. I started to realised that i am starting a new different world here. More challenges and more moments, i am going to meet soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7621_1242105375714_1321719522_30705559_438029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7621_1242105375714_1321719522_30705559_438029_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my new friends are amazingly nice and super &lt;3 yet i found the opposite too. Everything does change exactly, it goes more in a complicated way, the way I study, the subjects.. the lecturer .. the.. more i think about it, i am afraid i am gonna fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs208.snc1/7525_152920285515_707580515_3987289_7227184_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs208.snc1/7525_152920285515_707580515_3987289_7227184_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I face many options here, and i really can't choose. I don't know what things to be my priority, and i am kinda lost here. So i guess maybe i should be 'kupu-kupu' for a moment (tapi gak mungkin sih, pulang sama sape).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs208.snc1/7525_155887635515_707580515_4029435_7354638_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs208.snc1/7525_155887635515_707580515_4029435_7354638_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great beginning in FHUI with many interesting people around, and i REALLY plan to finish my study in FHUI with pride and joy (amin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fight fight HUKUM fight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-7272807199632769828?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7272807199632769828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/09/starting-new-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7272807199632769828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7272807199632769828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/09/starting-new-life.html' title='Starting a new life'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-3879801501583070420</id><published>2009-08-02T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T07:53:57.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix's concert, another random people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnV20QGxh4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0yw5x3SBFTY/s1600-h/SANY0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnV20QGxh4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0yw5x3SBFTY/s200/SANY0093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365325171130468226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnV20CPFjVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lEF0Hg86F7k/s1600-h/SANY0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnV20CPFjVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lEF0Hg86F7k/s200/SANY0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365325167407238482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu kemarin gw dan teman-teman gw pergi ke beatfest (which is jadi 'ajang' baru). Guest Starnya lumaya seru, yaitu Phoenix! haha. Gw memang tidak ngefans banget tapi they are fucking cool!! lalu gw masuk ke bengkel kira-kira jam 8 ke 9. Panjang banget antrianya soooob! Secara seharusnya open gate jam 6. Masuk-masuk venuenya dibikin kayak wahana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas banget pas gw dateng ada Naif (finally gw nonton live), gw pikir abis Naif itu Phoenix ternyata... the S.I.G.I.T gak ada masalah di sigitnya tapi mulai aneh-aneh orang disekitar gw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mas-mas telat gaul. Disebelah gw ada segerombolan mas-masnya yang tidak tampak seperti anak muda (yang kebanyakan nonton anak muda) muka sih memang muda tapi gayanya abis pulang kantor (hari itukan sabtu) pake kemeja gelap celana bukan jeans tapi gelap warnanya dan sepatunya pantofel tapi tidak cling2 (you know what i mean) terus ada jenggot2 kecil di dagu. Why dia annoying? biasalah cowok dan teman2nya teriak-teriak sok asik dan gak lucu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Duo-look-a-like-lesbian. tiba-tiba grusaak,apa nih dorong2, nafsu amat. satu agak big size satu lagi small size joget-joget gak karuan dengerin sigit. (padahal yang lain gak joget-joget paling headbangin aja) gw tidak tau orientasi mereka apa tapi entah sebab mereka rangkul2an. dan mengganggu sekitar, kalo semua loncat-loncat sih gak masalah tapi mereka sendirian di sebelah gw dan buli (gak sadar apa mereka gede dan perilakunya..) yak abis itu mereka pindah. Gw dan Buli obviously stared at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mbak-mbak di dalam trelis. Ni orang sepertinya panitia tapi gw gak tau juga secara panitianya tidak ada seragam khusus, berbandana dan diiket gaul gitu rambutnya, proposi badanya cukup besar untuk seorang mbak-mbak. Mungkin dia tidak sadar akan kehadiran orang-orangya (okay gw suuzon) dia naik di atas tiang penyangga yang membuat orang dibelakangnya (termasuk gw gak keliatan!) padahal seperti yang gw sudah sebutkan. Dia tinggi, di dalam trelis (which is paling dekat dengan phoenix), ples depan ac. Gw dan Buli lagi-lagi ekting ngomongin dia di belakangnya langsung. Suddenly ada yang nguping kita dan negur si mbak-mbak ini. Dan Adiz dan buli sangat senang with big grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mas-mas botak berkemeja kotak-kotak merah. Ni orang nyerobot diantara gw dan Ama. Cara nyerebotnya pake trik-trik basi, pura-pura moto (lame) abis itu gak pindah -pindah malah langsung mobile upload (emang sekarang gaul banget deh) terus dia pengen temenya ikutan nyerobot kayak dia tapi gagal. Terus dia agak kebelakang gitukan ngomong ama temenya terus gw dan Ama maju dong mengisi tempat eh dia balik lagi ketempat dimana dia tinggalkan, berasa kecil dia. (sebenernya gw paling kesel sama mas2 ini tapi berhubung gw udah gak emosi lagi jadi udah lupa) haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting kali ini menggambarkan weakness gw (seperti yang dijelaskan buli dalam notes dia di situs). Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix is still awesome walaupun lagunya padet2 dan banyak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnV2z6lVG_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/foAZ5Z_NhwQ/s1600-h/SANY0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnV2z6lVG_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/foAZ5Z_NhwQ/s200/SANY0116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365325165353049074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnV2zm1aQoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qjl9TJvIBXY/s1600-h/SANY0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnV2zm1aQoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qjl9TJvIBXY/s200/SANY0119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365325160051786370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnV2zZ8RG-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/qA0xoOOU-IQ/s1600-h/SANY0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnV2zZ8RG-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/qA0xoOOU-IQ/s200/SANY0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365325156590885858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-3879801501583070420?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/3879801501583070420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/08/phoenixs-concert-another-random-people.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/3879801501583070420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/3879801501583070420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/08/phoenixs-concert-another-random-people.html' title='Phoenix&apos;s concert, another random people.'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnV20QGxh4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0yw5x3SBFTY/s72-c/SANY0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-4881137655219857458</id><published>2009-07-29T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:12:30.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg My Stalker :p</title><content type='html'>Teman saya Nico, tiba-tiba memberi link aneh tentang who's stalking you di situs. http://apps.facebook.com/stalkercheck/ (linknya) terus hasilnya ngejutin banget!!!! (well biasa aja sih, ketebak banget nomer satunya, pasti KARA, itu udah otomatis) &lt;br /&gt;nih, gan.. udah saya blur ya... untuk privacy saya dan mereka :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnB0d7jXgcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/09EaY5EbXys/s1600-h/stalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnB0d7jXgcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/09EaY5EbXys/s200/stalk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363915213749322178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-4881137655219857458?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/4881137655219857458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-my-stalker-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/4881137655219857458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/4881137655219857458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-my-stalker-p.html' title='Omg My Stalker :p'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SnB0d7jXgcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/09EaY5EbXys/s72-c/stalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-7832843447359180965</id><published>2009-07-28T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:39:58.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mellow Session</title><content type='html'>Late this night, i feel mellow somehow.. while i was chatting with Co and reading this web,cardboardlove.com (yang gw tau dari meshi). Tiba-tiba jadi mellow sekali.. ceritanya ini ada couple yang cowoknya sweet sekali &lt;3 terus gw jadi mellow. Dia bikin website dari love notes kardus2nya tiap hari buat pacarnya... &lt;i&gt;to twiiiit&lt;/i&gt;. Aku iri............ hihihi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/mLSRsDBUGnp1robxtWEERYOko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/mLSRsDBUGqc4xg01yY89MHH3o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;sweeter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-7832843447359180965?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7832843447359180965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/07/mellow-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7832843447359180965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7832843447359180965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/07/mellow-session.html' title='Mellow Session'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-3657965781855610572</id><published>2009-07-25T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:05:19.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn My Name into a Face</title><content type='html'>Ketika gw membuka situs pertemanan, begitu home dan news feed, gw melihat teman gw, Neysa Anggreni posted a link, quite interesting... lalu gw coba. Jadi ini membuat muka dari nama lo ( i wonder gimana cara kerjanya), nih hasil dari nama 'Fadiza Afifah'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://turnyournameintoaface.com/face/17120112.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tertarik? coba di.. http://turnyournameintoaface.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-3657965781855610572?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/3657965781855610572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/07/turn-my-name-into-face.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/3657965781855610572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/3657965781855610572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/07/turn-my-name-into-face.html' title='Turn My Name into a Face'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-2917732207527345905</id><published>2009-07-18T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:25:52.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umur blog ini</title><content type='html'>well, sebenarnya gw menulis blog sudah sangat lama, ya kurang lebih 4 tahunan, ya lahir June/July 2005. Cuma, perlu di garis bawahi, mengapa posting di blog ini sangat sedikit? ya betul.. saya hide semua. Dengan alasan sebagai berikut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Curhat anak smp (sebelum dibaca orang dan diketawain)&lt;br /&gt;2. I have changed my mind, mengurangi personal life issue untuk di tulis&lt;br /&gt;3. Menindaklanjuti no.2, sebaiknya blog private atau kembali ke manual (menulis diary)&lt;br /&gt;4. Lebih baik menshare sesuatu yang berguna, dan (semoga) tidak menjadi boomerang&lt;br /&gt;5. Ingat kasus Prita dengan rumah sakit omni? beware of what you write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasan gw sudah cukup jelas.. tapi seriously, cerita-cerita junk gw tidak gw buang kok, kadang-kadang bikin ketawa dan memotivasi tidak melakukan hal yang sama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-2917732207527345905?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/2917732207527345905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/07/umur-blog-ini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/2917732207527345905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/2917732207527345905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/07/umur-blog-ini.html' title='Umur blog ini'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-1751792916803273539</id><published>2009-07-13T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:26:55.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cool stuff</title><content type='html'>Hi all, i've just play this cool stuff and i made a stunning flashy website.. enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href:"http://www.wix.com/fadiza/fadiza"&gt;Click Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-1751792916803273539?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/1751792916803273539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-website-wix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1751792916803273539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1751792916803273539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-website-wix.html' title='cool stuff'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-847858394175896417</id><published>2009-06-04T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:06:17.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Hold Your Hand</title><content type='html'>I admit it, gw mendengar lagu ini di serial Taiwan, Poor Prince! (itu lucu banget) jadi soundtracknya itu lagu I want to hold your hand.. dan gw langsung suka! setiap denger lagu ini gw suka tiba-tiba seneng sendiri haha. Lagunya simple, gak neko-neko, jujur banget!! yeah, i am beatles freak :p!! but love it &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iim6s8Ea_bE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iim6s8Ea_bE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-847858394175896417?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/847858394175896417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-hold-your-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/847858394175896417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/847858394175896417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-hold-your-hand.html' title='I Want To Hold Your Hand'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-3790122317834973562</id><published>2009-06-04T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:57:40.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute &lt;3 Quotes</title><content type='html'>Well, since i have nothing to do these days... This random post (maybe) could help it. I googlelized cute love quotes and fine many cute cute and seriously i said "awwhh" unconciusly because its to sweeeeet (ada yg sedih juga sih). And those are my favorite :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are in love you can't&lt;br /&gt;fall asleep because reality is&lt;br /&gt;better than your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;- Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.&lt;br /&gt;- Plato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;br /&gt;- 10 things i hate about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.&lt;br /&gt;-Marie E. Eschenbach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you I was afraid to meet you. When I met you I was afraid to kiss you. When I kissed you I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you, I am afraid to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;- unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i has to choose between loving you, and breathing. I would use my last breath to say I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;- dani b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you I had no control over.&lt;br /&gt;- UNKNOWN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the world you are one person, but to one person you are the world.&lt;br /&gt;- UNKNOWN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like pi -- natural, irrational, and very important.&lt;br /&gt;- Lisa Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.&lt;br /&gt;- Vincent Van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SifuuWtpaQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YJbwSCVjEh8/s1600-h/ard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SifuuWtpaQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YJbwSCVjEh8/s200/ard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343501963036813570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-3790122317834973562?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/3790122317834973562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/06/cute-3-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/3790122317834973562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/3790122317834973562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/06/cute-3-quotes.html' title='Cute &lt;3 Quotes'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SifuuWtpaQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YJbwSCVjEh8/s72-c/ard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-6813506304446961178</id><published>2009-05-14T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:12:15.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rillakuma &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3</title><content type='html'>When i lost in Japan, I couldn't take my eyes on this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rillakuma&lt;/span&gt;,or we can call it relax bear.&lt;br /&gt;it was produced San-X, and it became more popular since its 3rd anniversary. From what i have read on Wiki, Rillakuma is a bear who suddenly showed up at office worker named Kaoru. He often accompany with smaller white bear named Korilakkuma and yellow chick named Kiiroitori. Like his name, Rillakuma loves to enjoy relaxing and Korilakkuma loves to play prank at Rillakuma while he's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.san-x.co.jp/charapri/images/kabe/rirakkuma/03_800_600.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.san-x.co.jp/charapri/images/kabe/rirakkuma/03_800_600.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(i mean like this)&lt;/alignment&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.san-x.co.jp/charapri/images/kabe/rirakkuma/16_800_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.san-x.co.jp/charapri/images/kabe/rirakkuma/16_800_600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(or like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vshCc_1c2UM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vshCc_1c2UM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah definitely, i want to meet them again... and having them, then put it on my bed... somebody please i want it... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3341/40/56/635579264/n635579264_1672957_1939253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3341/40/56/635579264/n635579264_1672957_1939253.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; me with the kuma's (sangat akrab)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon my bears... i will visit and bring you home,&lt;br /&gt;soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-6813506304446961178?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/6813506304446961178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/05/rillakuma-3-3-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/6813506304446961178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/6813506304446961178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/05/rillakuma-3-3-3.html' title='Rillakuma &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-1945282991883282567</id><published>2009-04-30T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T07:55:28.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UAN 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2936/40/56/635579264/n635579264_1605477_5101745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2936/40/56/635579264/n635579264_1605477_5101745.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah 3 tahun sekolah di SMA Al-Izhar, belajar tiada henti 6 bulan terakhir. Akhirnya selesai juga UANyaa (yeiyyy). Jadi inget pertama kali masuk di kelas 3, lagi-lagi gw terlambat.. (yang sialnya) ternyata gak boleh masuk jam pelajaran pertama. Lalu anak kelas 3 dikumpulin terus Mr.Tato selalu (beneran loh tiap kali gw telat ceramahnya ini) berkata "saya ingin bertemu pada tanggal 13 Juni dan kalian semua bahagia".. kalo diingat sedih juga sih. Artinya kita udah mau lulus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, UAN yang sebenernya penting gak penting itu bikin hidup gw bagai rollercoster. Jadi gw sebenernya gak niat-niat banget (insyallah luluslah) tapi pas hari pertama...&lt;br /&gt;PARAH. gw gak bisa SAMA SEKALI. dan guess what gw gak bisa apa! yaa BAHASA INDONESIA. Setelah selesai mengerjakan UAN BI itu gw teriak dengan memaki maki "!*@!#^((&amp;@#^# susah banget nyet!" ya, untung sosiologinya masih masuk akal, gw jadi agak lega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari kedua gw agak lega,Bahasa Inggrisnya gak sesusah diajarin Ms.Cicil. Terus gw dengan santainya keluar ruangan. Hari ketiga udah agak kesel,tapi Matnya masih bisa dikerjain dan seterusnya. Gw gak berharap banyak,yang penting lulus terus kuliah. wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-1945282991883282567?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/1945282991883282567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/04/uan-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1945282991883282567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1945282991883282567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/04/uan-2009.html' title='UAN 2009'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-7882913898732124423</id><published>2009-04-14T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:37:58.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my brothers</title><content type='html'>Sejak gw lahir, cuman butuh waktu kurang lebih setahun untuk  tidak menjadi anak satu-satunya (sial), katanya sih.. pas gw akan punya adik gw semangat (tidak seperti sekarang). Ternyata setahun berikutnya ada lagi anak ke-3. Setelah 16 tahun berlalu, kita sudah besar-besar, so let's meet my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fariz,Movie eater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SeRjifeTdxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/P0hSUno2ETQ/s1600-h/n635579264_565387_6986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SeRjifeTdxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/P0hSUno2ETQ/s200/n635579264_565387_6986.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324490103674074898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pecinta film ini lahir akhir bulan maret tahun 92, Muhammad Fariz Razi, biar dipanggil Fariz atau Yengkos sama Reza. Peringainya yang cool, membuatnya banyak di taksir adik-adik kelas. Dari kecil hobbinya tidak jelas apa, sampai dia cenderung ke bidang seni musik saat dia mengoleksi ratusan kaset. Entah sejak kapan ratusan majalah Cinemags dan M2 sudah ada dikamarnya. Sejak jaman DVD bermunculan, kegemaran tentang film semakin gencar.. apalagi sekarang hidupnya diisi dengan browsing film-film bermutu di IMDB. Lalu menuliskan beberapa review film di &lt;a href="http://vampibots.blogspot.com"&gt;blognya&lt;/a&gt;. Bakat seninya ini tidak hanya di situ saja, sejak masuk SMAN 28, dia memilih Eksur Fotografi, well gw pikir gaya-gayaan secara lagi jaman gitu. Dan turn out, dia menjadi ketua klub &lt;a href="http://vampibots.deviantart.com"&gt;fotografi&lt;/a&gt; tersebut. Lagi-lagi tidak hanya itu saja, dia tiba-tiba jago graphic designer, entah bagaimana caranya, tapi gw mengakui tastenya memang tinggi. Entah bakatnya ini akan menjadi future job nya atau tidak, secara sampai sekarang dia tidak tahu ingin menjadi apa. Tetapi 80% dia akan menjadi dokter. (sabar ya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reza,Raja Kaskus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SeRjiMP3wmI/AAAAAAAAADs/PWx-mYE-tm4/s1600-h/n635579264_772171_534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SeRjiMP3wmI/AAAAAAAAADs/PWx-mYE-tm4/s200/n635579264_772171_534.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324490098513265250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, yang satu ini kepribadianya kebalikan Fariz, Lahir 25 May 93, Muhammad Fareza Razi, Reza atau Baby, mirip sekali sama gw. Dari kecil hobbynya main terus. Mainanya paling banyak dan boros. Sering banget minta macem - macem dari komputer dan ples2nya sampai hal - hal extraordinary seperti dudukan tv supaya bisa diputar. Sejak awal kemunculan kaskus, dia sudah rajin membuat thread menarik dan mengemis cendol, walaupun tidak berburu pertamax sih, Lalu di forum FJB jiwa dagangnya muncul awalnya memang belanja lama-lama dia ikutan jualan, seperti HP CDMA, Gameboy, sampai Townhouse bokap gw! sekarang dia bikin perusahaan sendiri yang namanya &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;REZOI!&lt;/span&gt; berlogo dinosaurus. Kegiatan si kecil ini adalah belajar untuk masuk IPA, karena katanya nilainya kurang dikarenakan main terus. Selain itu sekarang gencar-gencarnya belajar nyetir tapi males. Oya, dia juga sangat suka musik - musik indie ibukota, hobbynya ada mengunduh lagu-lagu gratis walaupun kadang-kadang gw suka minta. Sejak masuk SMAN 28, dia memilih ekskur Unit kesenian dengan bekal nge-drum,nge-gitar, dan pernah duet sama Gita Gutawa!. Dibalik kenakalan remajanya kamarnya paling rapi dan bersih, enak buat dilunjakin untuk tidur kalau orangnya gak ada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kurang lebih itulah adik-adik gw yang tersayang dan membanggakan :)&lt;br /&gt;love,sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-7882913898732124423?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7882913898732124423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/04/meet-my-brothers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7882913898732124423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7882913898732124423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/04/meet-my-brothers.html' title='Meet my brothers'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SeRjifeTdxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/P0hSUno2ETQ/s72-c/n635579264_565387_6986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-7247188861014951460</id><published>2009-04-13T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:03:48.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>Well we all know that shit happens all the time. Since I can remember, troubles keep coming to me, and course all of us. When we are in trouble, we're whinning, crying, begging just to load emotions, or just getting attention. Whatever it is, we feel misarable, nothing goes in right order, losing hopes and dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, we finally reliaze, there much people who stand by you, count you in, and back you up. Then world isn't stop rotating and you remember that you have life to live in. You are living your life even sometimes you remember what went before, about something you lost, about something which is not working, it's okay... considering, feeling is complicated, and memory keep coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I've been through, time heals, and you will laugh at yourself that you were misarable and foolish before. When you are cool enough, there is two possibilities .. regret what you had felt or see the scar and promise yourself never do the same again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I call it steps of moving on.. but there is no time limit of moving on, but if you do moving on, you must be proud, because it's not easy to do and change your life forever. Like what i did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-7247188861014951460?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7247188861014951460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7247188861014951460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7247188861014951460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-2739631903861594908</id><published>2008-12-26T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:48:51.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olimpiade APBN 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pada bulan November yang lalu, sekolah saya SMA Islam Al-Izhar Pondok Labu turut ikut serta dalam sebuah event tauan yang bern&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ama Oli&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mpiade membaca APBN. Kebetulan sekali teman - teman saya &lt;a href="http://perspektif-hidup.blogspot.com"&gt;maucu~&lt;/a&gt; dan &lt;a href="http://hot-tandoori.blogspot.com"&gt;cayyi~&lt;/a&gt; ples saya tergabung dalam satu tim. dan juga tim &lt;a href="http://audriaputri.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;buli&lt;/a&gt;,dkk juga turut serta dalam lomba ini. dikarenakan ikut lomba ini kami tidak ikut try-out Ekonomi dan Sosiologi sehingga &lt;a href="http://nickz-nickz19.blogspot.com"&gt;Nico&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dapet nilai tertinggi di Ekonomi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 122px;height: 91px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v357/56/13/635659432/n635659432_868559_4887.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sehari sebelumnya kami belajar di rumah Buli di kawasan Simprug, bisa dilihat (ki-ka) Bos Cha, Om Mau, Saya, Buli (yang punya rumah), dan &lt;s&gt;satu lagi tidak usah disebut&lt;/s&gt; Bang Yad + Olia yang jadi korban untu&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;k memotret ini.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 126px;height: 95px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v357/56/13/635659432/n635659432_868568_8012.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saya dapat urutan ke-11 melawan sekolah... (saya lupa), lomba berjalan mulus. Bos Mau memang hebat. Dan rekan saya mendapat urutan 24, di sela-sela lomba saya tertidur dengan pulas. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 137px;height: 102px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v371/56/13/635659432/n635659432_871458_3878.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tidak disangka masuk final di Jakarta, menang pula. Finalnya sangat sengit saya sampai menahan amarah berulang - ulang. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 134px;height: 94px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v646/56/13/635659432/n635659432_966178_5657.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tibalah saat final pada tanggal 12 Dec 08, kali ini lawan kami dari 7 provinsi lain. Diadakan di Gedung Depkeu, sayang ibu sri mulyani berhalangan hadir &lt;s&gt;pdhl saya mau foto brg&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 139px;height: 102px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v646/56/13/635659432/n635659432_966074_5589.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 141px;height: 105px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v646/56/13/635659432/n635659432_966080_3241.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Inilah wajah para suporter setia kami, terima kasih ya atas dukunganya. Tanpa kalian kita adalah tim biasa saja. foto pertama : (ki-ka) Arta, Kadek, Me, Icha. (jauh2 dari menteng loh). foto kedua: (ki-ka) Om Mau, Anya, me, Yadi, Icha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 142px;height: 107px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v646/56/13/635659432/n635659432_966077_8351.jpg" border="0"&gt;Ya ampun, Alhamdullilah juara 3, hadiahnya sih yang bikin sedih. Berpose bersama pak &lt;s&gt;unang&lt;/s&gt; masya aja, dan bu  wiwiek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-2739631903861594908?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/2739631903861594908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2008/12/olimpiade-apbn-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/2739631903861594908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/2739631903861594908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2008/12/olimpiade-apbn-2008.html' title='Olimpiade APBN 2008'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-1914059708292891972</id><published>2008-10-11T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:20:15.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much goals, so little time!</title><content type='html'>Udah 3 bulan gw kelas 3 sma. Means entar lagi UAN, biasanya bulan April tapi secara tahun 2009 ada PEMILU ada isyu kalau di majuin. Tapi gw gak terlalu kawatir sama UAN. Yang jadi fokus utama gw adalah masuk UI! amin!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gw punya 3 cara masuk ui. PMDK, UMB, dan SNMPTN. Oya ditambah KSDI yang super amat MAHAL karena ngambilin jatah anak dari daerah. Gw sangat berharap dapet PMDK, tetapi gw juga tau diri karena mood yang moodian mempengaruhi nilai rapot yang moddian juga, Jadi PMDK kemungkinan 25% lah. Yang ke 2 adalah UMB ya, saringan biasa yang diadainya abis UAS kalo gak salah. Terus SNMPTN kursi yang kesisa tinggal dikit, karena ini jalan terakhir masuk UI.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bukanya gak mau masuk Universitas yang lain. Tapi target utama gw emang disitu. Dari kecil tujuan gw kesitu. Fakultasnya emang baru mantep tahun ini tapi yaa... mau gimana lagi ya. Gw ada cadangan yaitu UNPAD yang tesnya nanti bulan Januari, kalau insyallah diterima, agak lega udah ada PTN yang nerima. Tapi tetep aja maunya UI, FHUI 2009!!!!!!!!!! i would kill for the yellow jackets ;) wish me luck for this year :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-1914059708292891972?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/1914059708292891972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-much-goals-so-little-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1914059708292891972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1914059708292891972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-much-goals-so-little-time.html' title='so much goals, so little time!'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-1185470709604467607</id><published>2008-10-08T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:59:39.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Project</title><content type='html'>I am strating new project. here, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;http://escritor-aficionado.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt; means amateur writer in spanish. Berbeda dengan blog sebelumnya yang berisi curhatan - curhatan anak SMP atau opini - opini sempit anak SMA, disitu gw mencoba untuk menulis cerita - cerita ringan. Karena masih pemula topiknya gak jauh dari cinta - cintaan yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iyuh&lt;/span&gt; itu. Tapi tidak salahnya untuk dibaca karena semua ceritanya punya latar yang beda. Gw nulisnya juga terlalu asal - asalan, beberapa cerita gw research sendiri. Cerita gw punya alur yang aneh, bukan aneh sih tapi tidak biasa, campur antara flashback dan sekarang jadi suka pada bingung bacanya. Gw sengaja mengambil satu lagu dari kumpulan playlist gw untuk jadi (ceritanya) soundtrack buat cerita gw. Jadi kalau ingin membaca sambil merasakan isi hati tokoh fiksi gw, di play aja ya. soalnya udah gw sediain lagunya. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so, please visit. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-1185470709604467607?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/1185470709604467607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1185470709604467607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1185470709604467607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-project.html' title='My New Project'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-889045644988098588</id><published>2008-09-20T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:07:33.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hampir</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ham·pir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adv&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kurang sedikit; nyaris&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nyaris kata yang mendifine hampir. Ada apa dengan kata hampir ini? kita ambil 2 kalimat yang menginclude hampir. seperti :&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Saya hampir masuk neraka&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Saya hampir masuk surga&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2 kata ini kalo sekilas rancu, kalau tidak di simak baik2. kalimat pertama kalo disebutin, "gw hampir aja masuk neraka!" kesanya dia yang masuk neraka dan negatif banget. kalimat kedua kalo disebutin, "gw hampir aja masuk surga!" kesanya &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;hebat&lt;/span&gt; yaa dikit lagi dia masuk surga... padahal kalo dipikir pikir... kabar bahagia justru datang dari kalimat pertama... kalo diliat dari sudut pandang hasil positif, jelas-jelas nomer 1 yang masuk surga... tapi karena objek kalimat neraka seakan2 dia parah bgt ampe gagal terus masuk neraka. kalo diliat hampir masuk surgakan intinya dia dikiiit lagi masuk surga jadi seakan2 dia udah usah keras biar masuk surga jadi kesanya positif. padahal kalau dilihat hasil akhirnya... gw lebih milih bilang hampir masuk neraka yang artinya sekarang gw di surga hehe ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-889045644988098588?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/889045644988098588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2008/09/hampir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/889045644988098588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/889045644988098588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2008/09/hampir.html' title='Hampir'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-8150970337538534002</id><published>2008-09-01T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:49:07.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>currently autobiography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SzT68cmHEEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gHsbBEKWD4M/s1600-h/scan0001s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SzT68cmHEEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gHsbBEKWD4M/s200/scan0001s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419232168008683586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nama saya fadiza afifah razi, tapi entah kenapa sejak masuk alizhar, razi nya hilang jadi ijazah smp saya fadiza afifah saja, di ktp juga. makanya banyak yang bingung kenapa nama saya di facebook adalah adiz razi. lahir 6 januari 1991, dalam kondisi tidak menangis? saya juga lupa kenapa saya tidak nangis. dalam waktu 3 bulan dari sekarang umur saya sudah 18 untuk ukuran anak abg udah lulus hampir jadi alumni. tinggi antara 145 - 150 cm, memang dibawah rata - rata tapi yah sudahlah, berat badan yang setahun lalu x-8kilo dari berat sekarang, mungkin gara-gara terlalu leha-leha di kelas2 saya jadi sering makan dan bermalas-malasan.     &lt;br&gt;    Kegiatan sehari hari adalah pelajar, kelas 3 sma. kebetulan ambil jurusan ips yang sering dianggap jurusan kelas 2 tapi tidak di alizar. satu kelas isinya cuman 13, jadi berharap saja kelas ini kondusif buat belajar supaya anak-anaknya jadi pintar. hari senin dan rabu sehabis pulang sekolah saya langsung tidur, bangun2 jam 10 saya mulai ngaskus (kaskus), hari selasa dan kamis ada inten, bimbel pilihan saya, yg denger2 jaminan mutu, semangat belajar, cmn sekali2 menyepelekan dan berdoa jangan sampai jadi kebiasaan. Kalo hari jumat jadwalnya tentatif tergantung apa yang ada hari itu. kalo sabtu biasanya diajak nyifood (makan seafood) entah dimana. hari minggu biasanya bermalas2an di tempat tidur.&lt;br&gt;    Misi jangka pendek saya adalah mengerjakan karya ilmiah saya, yang angketnya saya buat dengan canggih di internet dan sudah saya sebarkan di msn sehingga dalam kurang dari 1/2 jam sudah ada 30 lebih responden. Misi jangka menengah saya adalah masuk FHUI entah dari jalan apapun tapi yang halal (tidak nyogok)  maunya pmdk, tapi kyknya sulit deh, yaa KSDI,UMB,SNMPTN insyaallah gw ladenin... yang penting masuk. Misi jangka panjang adalah, semoga generasi saya adalah ujung tombak dimana kebangkitan perekonomian indonesia dan indonesia kembali menjadi macan asia bersanding dengan jepang dan singapura&lt;br&gt;    hobi saya adalah nonton dvd milik adik2 saya di kamar, sambil tidur2an biasanya diselingi makan. waktu senggang dapat ditemui lagi membuka kaskus dan kadang kalo internetnya lagi cepet buka youtube. sebetulnya saya ingin kembali ke hobi lama saya, seperti menulis blog, atau mengedit2 gambar dengan potosop tapi apa daya, sepertinya tidak ada waktu. oya, biasanya saya hunting game2 asik dan mengunduknya di ares, kalo bosen main mini games dowlotan biasanya saya main the sims2 tapi suka bosan soalnya gedenya lama padahal kalo main the sims paling enak bikin skandal cinta.&lt;br&gt;    gara - gara guru saya bilang mendengarkan musik klasik bikin jadi gampang inget, saya donlot lagu mozart banyak sekali, dan sring kali saya dengarkan jika mau belajar....., dan kadang - kadang saya bosan sekali.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-8150970337538534002?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/8150970337538534002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2008/09/currently-autobiography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/8150970337538534002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/8150970337538534002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2008/09/currently-autobiography.html' title='currently autobiography'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SzT68cmHEEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gHsbBEKWD4M/s72-c/scan0001s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-1568574868996277655</id><published>2008-08-28T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:00:47.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><content type='html'>sebuah posting kopi pes dari kaskus... &lt;br&gt;"Apakah Tuhan menciptakan kejahatan? Seorang Profesor dari sebuah universitas terkenal menantang mahasiswa- mahasiswanya dengan pertanyaan ini, "Apakah Tuhan menciptakan segala yang ada?". &lt;br&gt; Seorang mahasiswa dengan berani menjawab, "Betul, &lt;br&gt; Dia yang menciptakan semuanya". &lt;br&gt; "Tuhan menciptakan semuanya?" Tanya professor sekali lagi.&lt;br&gt; "Ya, Pak, semuanya" kata mahasiswa tersebut. &lt;br&gt; Profesor itu menjawab, "Jika Tuhan menciptakan segalanya, berarti &lt;br&gt; Tuhan menciptakan Kejahatan. Karena kejahatan itu ada, dan menurut prinsip &lt;br&gt; kita bahwa pekerjaan kita menjelaskan siapa kita, jadi kita bisa berasumsi &lt;br&gt; bahwa Tuhan itu adalah kejahatan." &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Mahasiswa itu terdiam dan tidak bisa menjawab hipotesis professor tersebut. &lt;br&gt; Profesor itu merasa menang dan menyombongkan diri bahwa sekali lagi dia &lt;br&gt; telah membuktikan kalau agama itu adalah sebuah mitos. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Mahasiswa lain mengangkat tangan dan berkata, &lt;br&gt; "Profesor, boleh saya bertanya sesuatu?" &lt;br&gt; "Tentu saja," jawab si Profesor &lt;br&gt; Mahasiswa itu berdiri dan bertanya, "Profesor, apakah dingin itu ada?" &lt;br&gt; "Pertanyaan macam apa itu? Tentu saja dingin itu ada. Kamu tidak &lt;br&gt; pernah sakit flu?" Tanya si professor diiringi tawa mahasiswa lainnya. &lt;br&gt; Mahasiswa itu menjawab, "Kenyataannya, Pak, dingin itu tidak ada. &lt;br&gt; Menurut hukum fisika, yang kita anggap dingin itu adalah ketiadaan panas. Suhu -460F adalah ketiadaan panas sama sekali. Dan semua partikel menjadi &lt;br&gt; diam dan tidak bisa bereaksi pada suhu tersebut. Kita menciptakan kata dingin untuk mendeskripsikan ketiadaan panas. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Mahasiswa itu melanjutkan, "Profesor, apakah gelap itu ada?" &lt;br&gt; Profesor itu menjawab, "Tentu saja itu ada." &lt;br&gt; Mahasiswa itu menjawab, "Sekali lagi anda salah, Pak. Gelap itu juga tidak &lt;br&gt; ada. Gelap adalah keadaan dimana tidak ada cahaya. Cahaya bisa kita &lt;br&gt; pelajari, gelap tidak. Kita bisa menggunakan prisma Newton untuk &lt;br&gt; memecahkan cahaya menjadi beberapa warna dan mempelajari berbagai panjang gelombang setiap warna. Tapi Anda tidak bisa mengukur gelap. &lt;br&gt; Seberapa gelap suatu ruangan diukur dengan berapa intensitas cahaya di &lt;br&gt; ruangan tersebut. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Kata gelap dipakai manusia untuk mendeskripsikan ketiadaan cahaya." &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Akhirnya mahasiswa itu bertanya, "Profesor, apakah kejahatan itu ada?"&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; Dengan bimbang professor itu menjawab, "Tentu saja, seperti yang telah &lt;br&gt; kukatakan sebelumnya. Kita melihat setiap hari di Koran dan TV. Banyak &lt;br&gt; perkara kriminal dan kekerasan di antara manusia. Perkara-perkara tersebut &lt;br&gt; adalah manifestasi dari kejahatan." &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Terhadap pernyataan ini mahasiswa itu menjawab, &lt;br&gt; "Sekali lagi Anda salah, Pak. Kajahatan itu tidak ada. Kejahatan adalah ketiadaan Tuhan. Seperti dingin atau gelap, kajahatan adalah kata yang dipakai manusia untuk mendeskripsikan ketiadaan Tuhan. Tuhan tidak &lt;br&gt; menciptakan kajahatan. Kajahatan adalah hasil dari tidak adanya kasih Tuhan dihati manusia. Seperti dingin yang timbul dari ketiadaan panas dan gelap &lt;br&gt; yang timbul dari ketiadaan cahaya." &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Profesor itu terdiam. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Nama mahasiswa itu adalah Albert &lt;br&gt; Einstein."  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-1568574868996277655?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/1568574868996277655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1568574868996277655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1568574868996277655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='.......'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-7059490991348005381</id><published>2007-05-17T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:57:16.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v349/40/56/635579264/n635579264_782034_9040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320x; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v349/40/56/635579264/n635579264_782034_9040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v349/40/56/635579264/n635579264_782248_6267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v349/40/56/635579264/n635579264_782248_6267.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 May kmaren itu yang namanya seru,seru banget. ya , seperti biasa Al-Izhar pondok labu kan ada project bikin2 drama gitu. Nah, sebagai murid yang baik, klas gw yaitu &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;loveable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X3&lt;/span&gt; bikin drama juga yang judulnya &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LAST DINNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hihihi. yang bikin pusing tuhh, jujur cerita nya keren abishahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Patrick Jones (dimas) seorang hartawan kaya raya, ia memiliki 2 orang anak Christopher (ixan)  &amp; Lily (alia), mereka sudah berkeluarga dan memiliki anak. Saat ulang tahun Patrick ke 80 sekian tiba2 ia terkena serangan jantung dan meninggal. Ternyata sebelumnya ia sudah menintipkan pesan ke assistenya untuk memberikan petunjuk mengenai warisan. Saat ke 2 keluarga tersebut berkumpul ada suatu kejadiaa...... jangan-jangan......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kelas gw punya satu masalah yaitu anak2 sulit fokus dan konsentrasi, sebenernya kita punya banyak waktu tapi smua sangat out of control (termasuk adiz sendiri) jadi ya.. kurang maximal sih hasilnya tapi overallnya jadi kok drama yang bagus hahaa.  Meskipun nanti gak menang, but i am proud of it, it was our hardwork ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi inget hari-hari minus 123, yang namanya ancur itulah ancur. Mengapa? gak ada yang serius, smuanya main2. Kita tegang tapi gak konsentrasi yaaaa... namanya jg anak2 hahaha. Pas Gladi bersih, it was a mess realy, tapi kita jadi terpacu untuk membuat yang lebih bagus haha. Dan uniknya setelah gladi rusak itu kita sama skali gak latian buat pentas ( WTF ) Pas pentasnya memang tegang2 dikit ya sedikit lbh bagus sih hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abis pentas...., kan beres2 dulu tuh. trus fotooo2nya LAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA banget, yah biasalah sejak revolusi hp berkamera bikin budaya baru itu muncul.  This is the sweetest part. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry can't describe all the story&lt;/span&gt; but, at that day....... i just want to say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-7059490991348005381?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7059490991348005381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7059490991348005381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7059490991348005381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love.html' title='i love ....'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-2942233884888973855</id><published>2007-02-09T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:47:04.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau kau benar-benar sayang padaku&lt;br /&gt;kalau kau benar-benar cinta&lt;br /&gt;tak perlu kau katakan semua itu&lt;br /&gt;cukup tingkah laku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang apalah cinta&lt;br /&gt;kalau hanya dibibir saja&lt;br /&gt;cinta itu bukanlah main-mainan&lt;br /&gt;tapi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pengorbanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua bisa bilang sayang...&lt;br /&gt;semua bisa bilang...&lt;br /&gt;apalah artinya cinta...&lt;br /&gt;tanpa kenyataan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau kau benar-benar sayang&lt;br /&gt;kalau kau benar-benar cinta&lt;br /&gt;tak perlu kau &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;katakan&lt;/span&gt; semua itu&lt;br /&gt;cukup &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tingkah laku&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-2942233884888973855?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/2942233884888973855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/2942233884888973855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/2942233884888973855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-3895467478626532301</id><published>2006-11-18T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:47:20.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suhsuhrusuh</title><content type='html'>tadi aku ke madagastar. Awalnya smooth smooth dan lancar2 aja tapi sudah mulai menjelang malam. sudah mulai - mulai hawa hawa rame rame gitu... kita (adizdankara) ceritanya akan pulang pas jam stengah lapanan gitukan karena males nonton upstairs karena  pasti bakal  rusuh ternyata&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gak boleh keluar&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;trus kan pas mo jalan gitu ada MAS2 NYAMPERIN minta FOTO BARENG!!! ahh gila ituu. akhirnya kita melayang2 diangkasa (halah) puyeng deh. alhamdullilah gw pulang selamat sentossaaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-3895467478626532301?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/3895467478626532301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2006/11/suhsuhrusuh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/3895467478626532301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/3895467478626532301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2006/11/suhsuhrusuh.html' title='suhsuhrusuh'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-686654571466865689</id><published>2006-05-24T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:55:58.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what kind of green are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Mint Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT KIND OF GREEN ARE YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/mint-green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balanced and calm, you have mastered the philosophy of living well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends seek you out for support, and you are able to bring stability to chaotic situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very open and cheerful - and you feel like you have a lot of freedom in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your future may hold any number of exciting things, and you're ready for all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Green Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-686654571466865689?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/686654571466865689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-kind-of-green-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/686654571466865689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/686654571466865689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-kind-of-green-are-you.html' title='what kind of green are you?'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-1442860288972257037</id><published>2006-03-16T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:57:04.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v249/40/56/635579264/n635579264_447436_373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v249/40/56/635579264/n635579264_447436_373.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brief Description of the name of Fadiza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name of Fadiza makes you easy-going and refined, but detracts from your physical vitality. You desire all the finer things in life--lovely clothes, home, furniture, and environment. However, procrastination is your worst enemy, and you find yourself lacking the ambition to make your dreams a reality. People are inclined to take advantage of your sympathetic, tractable nature. You naturally attract people with problems who seek your understanding and advice. You can give good advice although it is unlikely that you would follow it yourself. You would be most successful in situations where you can use your skills in diplomacy in handling people, but where you are not under pressure or required to carry responsibility and make decisions. It is difficult for you to be individual and make your own decisions, for you lack self-confidence. Your desire for sweet, rich foods could cause overweight, circulatory problems, or weakness in the kidneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;any comments sodara sodara?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-1442860288972257037?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/1442860288972257037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2006/03/brief-description-of-name-of-fadiza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1442860288972257037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/1442860288972257037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2006/03/brief-description-of-name-of-fadiza.html' title='My Name'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-7152149485801077244</id><published>2005-09-17T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:13:00.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>di SITUGUNUNG di SINIALIZHAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seminggu yang lalu ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9 SEPTEMBER 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di hari yang cerah dipenuhi dengan awan mendung serta tetasan air hujan . kami [ osis 12 ] akan segera berangkat ke SITUGUNUNG . suatu &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/1248/1600/adzstr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/1248/200/adzstr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tempat nan jauh disana yang menempuh waktu kira kira 4 jam dari ALIZHAR . setelah sampai kita bercanda canda kecil . ternyata masyaallah tempatnya sungguh mengharukan jauhnya . setelah sesak nafas beberapa saat akhirnya kita sampai juga di tendaku tersayang . &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Adiz dan Astari&lt;/span&gt; , ingin pergi ke WC . begitu kita berkeliling mencari tempat tersebut . OH MY GOD !! WC kejam banget . untuk menuju kesana diperlukan keberanian 45 . bayangkan kalo emang udah kebelet yang elo lakuin pasti terjun bebas . ya , untungnya adiz bareng astari lalu banyak anak kaos berlalu lalang . ya ternyata pas kita menanjak turun tempatnya sepi dan adiz berteriak ASTARI TOLONG .. sambil perpegangan erat dengan astari kita saling bersahut - sahutan minta tolong . eh , diatas ada yang ngeliatin ANAK KAOS nomer 39 !! adiz teriak : DANA NGAPAIN DISITU??&lt;br /&gt;si D : ABIS TAKUT KAKAK JATOH&lt;br /&gt;adiz teriak : YA BANTUIN DONG&lt;br /&gt;si D : -lupa ngomong apa-&lt;br /&gt;udalah itu tidak penting dibahas , mengapa ? soalnya adiz lupa apa yang saat itu dibahas,OK!! yak setelah sampai akhirnya melihat wcnya yang gelap dan tak bisa dikunsi SIALAN !! ya akhirnya setelah selesai kita ke atas ternyata NAIKNYA GAMPANG SEKALI [ beneran gampang ] .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pesan buat pak amar : lain kali kalo kemping wc jangan terjal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 SEPTEMBER 2005&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Jam stengah 4 , " MENTOR harap berkumpul untuk persiapan juri&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/1248/1600/Lagi2x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/1248/200/Lagi2x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t MALAM" kata pak AIS . waduh jurit malem kok disebar - sebar dasar orang . ya , dengan rambut dari salon ternama semua siapp menuju pos masing". ADIZ berada di POS brapa gitu . yang jelas POS persimpangan yang sangat denjeres bersama temanku TYA . setelah semua lewat mentor juga ikutan . ternyata ada satu orang yang menghilang yaitu DEA nomer 42 . mentor suruh nyari kemana - mana sampai berdoa segala di tengah malam . sampe pak punjul nangis doanya :&lt;br /&gt;P PUNJ : dia itu perempuan , kita gak tau orang sekitar sini baik ato enggak kalo dia diapa-apain kita mau ngomong apa keorang tuanya ! apa lagi dia asma !&lt;br /&gt;orang" : &gt;hiks hiks&lt; size="1"&gt;pesan buat pak punjul : kalo kemping lagi saya mau ilang tiba" biar pak punjul nangis ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11 SEPTEMBER 2005&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's time to go home!! akhirnya kita pulang . sebelumnya ada moment" indah yaitu osiss yang bernyanyi bersama - sama di depan publik . hmm gonna miss you OSIS ku . gak pernah rela jabatan gw diambil orang lain hikss .. hikss .. gudbye osis . this memory will i remembered . hidup OSIS SMPIIPL ANGKATAN 12 [ 2004 - 2005 ] {mulai menangis lagi}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pesan buat rohis 13: yang semangat ya , buatlah rohis yang plg gaul&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/1248/320/osis_XII.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-7152149485801077244?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7152149485801077244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2005/09/di-situgunung-di-sinializhar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7152149485801077244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/7152149485801077244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2005/09/di-situgunung-di-sinializhar.html' title='di SITUGUNUNG di SINIALIZHAR'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762942769481494170.post-4175708525260930909</id><published>2005-06-29T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:21:56.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2b - class of the YEAR *maunyaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/1248/1600/2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6167/1248/320/2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2b -.2004-2005&lt;br /&gt;alya . manda . andhika . arsha . arunee . astari . bimaa . chandra . winaa . adiz . ferdy . fitraa . anin . fanny . dimaas . junii . didi .marsha. qolbie . mutiara . nabila . adimas . ankaa . hertaa . raka . reyhan . shalima . salwaa . tondi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762942769481494170-4175708525260930909?l=fadizaafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/4175708525260930909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2005/06/2b-classed-of-year-maunyaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/4175708525260930909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6762942769481494170/posts/default/4175708525260930909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadizaafifah.blogspot.com/2005/06/2b-classed-of-year-maunyaaa.html' title='2b - class of the YEAR *maunyaaa'/><author><name>Adiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16859079882978249359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_col7tsmWBgA/SmRFKl8ajJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xI3jOfEL_kU/S220/adz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
