<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058986108563148690</id><updated>2009-10-14T16:30:19.543+07:00</updated><title type='text'>D's Space</title><subtitle type='html'>Just My Story</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058986108563148690/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>d3w1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431619773216492783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058986108563148690.post-5637928127626275640</id><published>2008-09-26T14:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:41:30.428+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="card_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;embed src="http://img.kapanlagi.com/c/s/08033.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1  _Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" wmode="transparent" height="357" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;a href="http://kartu.kapanlagi.com/"&gt;Lihat Kartu Ucapan Lainnya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             (&lt;span class="card_bold"&gt;KapanLagi.com&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/9058986108563148690-5637928127626275640?l=dindriyati.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/feeds/5637928127626275640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058986108563148690&amp;postID=5637928127626275640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058986108563148690/posts/default/5637928127626275640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058986108563148690/posts/default/5637928127626275640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/2008/09/lihat-kartu-ucapan-lainnya-kapanlagi.html' title=''/><author><name>d3w1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431619773216492783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05583355493210625544'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058986108563148690.post-1582401803835312007</id><published>2008-06-09T10:25:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:41:43.569+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita tentang Dua Teman Lamaku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Dalam selang waktu terakhir ini, ada dua teman lamaku , yang setelah "lost contact" cukup lama, tiba-tiba menghubungiku lagi. Mungkin inisial aja yah E dan H. Dua-duanya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cewek&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   E itu temanku dari SMU. Kenalan pas kelas 2 trus jadi temen sebangku selama setahun itu dan pas kelas 3 sekelas lagi. Duduknya pun di belakangku. Waktu awal-awal masuk kuliah, aku beberapa kali telpon dia dan dia juga sempat main ke rumahku dengan temanku yang lain. Yaa...ngobrol2 seharian. Setelah itu, bisa dibilang aku &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lost contact&lt;/span&gt; sama dia. Terhanyut sama kehidupan kuliah di kampus :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Selanjutnya H, dia itu teman aku dari TK, terus SD dan SMP juga sama walaupun pas SMP tidak pernah sekelas lagi (kalau aku tidak salah ingat). Jadi, sudah jarang main sama-sama. Yaa.. mungkin sama-sama asik dengan teman-teman baru. Sebenarnya H ini rumahnya cukup dekat dengan rumahku. Tapi, yaa.. aku kalau sudah di rumah, lebih banyak di rumah saja. Paling keluar kalau disuruh mama beli sesuatu ke warung atau aku pengen cari jajanan dan aku juga hampir tidak pernah ketemu H. Dia juga mungkin sibuk dengan berbagai urusannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sekitar akhir Februari atau Awal Maret, E menelpon ke rumahku. Katanya dia melihat nomor telponku dari buku kenangan SMU. Yaa.. diawali dengan bertanya kabar dan dia juga menanyakan nomor telpon beberapa teman SMU kami. Lalu aku bertanya ke E, ada apa menelpon aku, dan jawabannya...ternyata dia akan menikah. Dia belum bisa memberitahu aku kapan tanggalnya persis, tapi sepertinya sekitar bulan april. Sebenarnya aku masih ingin menanyakan tentang dia, selama ini apa aja kegiatannya terus bagaimana ceritanya sampai ketemu sama calonnya,  dan banyak hal lainnya. Tapi, karena dia masih akan menghubungi teman-teman yang lain, tidak banyak percakapan kami waktu itu. Beberapa minggu kemudian, belum ada kabar lagi dari E hingga tanggal 20 april siang, E datang ke rumahku... mengantarkan undangan. Yaa.. sama seperti waktu menelpon, kali ini pun tidak bisa banyak bercerita karena dia harus ke tempat lain untuk mengantarkan undangan. Ternyata acaranya seminggu kemudian. Ditemani arryo, akhirnya aku bisa datang ke acara resepsi pernikahan temanku itu. (Thanks yah udah nemenin... apalagi tempatnya cukup jauh dan daerahnya bener2 antah berantah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikutnya cerita tentang H. Aku dan H sebenarnya sudah menjadi "friend" di Friendster (FS). Kalau tidak salah ingat, sejak kuliah dulu. Yaa.. awal-awal aku&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; friendster-an&lt;/span&gt;. Tidak ada hujan... tidak ada angin (hehehe.. berlebihan yah) tiba-tiba...H mengirimkan pesan lewat FS yang isinya menanyakan nomor HPku dan dia memberitahukan nomor HPnya. Lantas aku beritahu. Tidak lama setelah itu dia meng-sms aku, isinya yaa nanya2 soal kerjaanku sekarang. Ada beberapa kali kami saling mengirimkan sms. Hari-hari berikutnya, ada beberapa kali dia sms aku. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weekend&lt;/span&gt; biasanya, menanyakan apakah aku di rumah atau tidak. Kebetulan waktu dia sms, aku sedang keluar rumah. Hingga hari sabtu pagi kemaren, dia meng-sms aku untuk menanyakan apakah hari minggu pagi besok aku ada di rumah. Aku balas saja bilang ada di rumah. Di pikiranku sempat terbesit mungkin H akan menikah. Jadi ceritanya akan sama dengan temanku E. Tidak lama datang sms balasan dari H yang isinya begini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mau ajak dewi nih join investasi + proteksi bagus. E***  udah join loh :) aku presentasi  dulu pd dirimu. Jam 8 bisa?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya E*** itu temanku dan H dari TK juga. Pas baca sms itu, aku agak2 terkejut dan dalam hati terbesit "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ternyata.. selama ini&lt;/span&gt;" Hehehe... Terus aku jawab kurang lebih begini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku udah ikut p********* terus dari kantor akan didaftarkan a******. buat aku udah lebih dari cukup dan gak ingin nambah lagi. terima kasih tawarannya &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak lama ada sms balasan dari H:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O.. Sama kok. Yg mau aku ajak p*********. Ya wes. Gpp bu. Seneng tahu dirimu udah join :) keep in touch &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak membalas lagi sms tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... sebenarnya aku senang banget bisa contact2an lagi dengan teman2 lama. Apalagi yang sudah lama banget tidak ketemu. Untuk kasus E, aku sangat senang sekali karena setelah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lost contact&lt;/span&gt; sekian lama, kabar gembira datang dari dia. Semoga nanti akan ada kabar gembira lagi dari dia atau mungkin teman2ku yang lain. Kalau untuk H, senang juga ternyata aku menjadi orang yang dia ingat. Yaa.. mungkin banyak jalan, cara dan alasan untuk menjalin kembali silaturahmi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9058986108563148690-1582401803835312007?l=dindriyati.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/feeds/1582401803835312007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058986108563148690&amp;postID=1582401803835312007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058986108563148690/posts/default/1582401803835312007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058986108563148690/posts/default/1582401803835312007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/2008/06/cerita-tentang-dua-teman-lamaku.html' title='Cerita tentang Dua Teman Lamaku'/><author><name>d3w1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431619773216492783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05583355493210625544'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058986108563148690.post-6547772399188179885</id><published>2008-03-24T14:35:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T18:59:38.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day (Saturday, 22 March 2008) part 2</title><content type='html'>OK... Now I will tell about our second destination: Masjid Dian Al Mahri which is also known as Masjid Kubah Emas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/SAWPbve-ZVI/AAAAAAAAACw/VHK2IX5IrzY/s1600-h/DSC01660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/SAWPbve-ZVI/AAAAAAAAACw/VHK2IX5IrzY/s320/DSC01660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189711852379989330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Masjid Dian Al Mahri (front view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Masjid Dian Al Mahri is located in Depok, West Java. It was the second time I visit this masjid but  the first time for the other members of my family. So, I become navigator for this trip . Based on my previous visit, I know that the street to reach Masjid Dian Al mahri is quite difficult for beginner driver like me so that from Cilandak to Depok, my father was on driver seat :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of heavy traffic jam, we could reach this place after 1,5 hour.  To enter this masjid, every car must pay Rp 3000... for parking... may be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the first time I visit it, Masjid Dian Al Mahri had amazed me. Its golden dome shines. It has wide yard with beautiful flower which is grown inside elegant pot. I opened my car window and felt fresh air blow on me. I could see a lot of visitors there, not only using car but also bus. I guess that they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ibu-ibu pengajian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/SAXnjPe-ZXI/AAAAAAAAADA/1IUEUnpNoxk/s1600-h/DSC01674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/SAXnjPe-ZXI/AAAAAAAAADA/1IUEUnpNoxk/s320/DSC01674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189808738252252530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After parking the car, we enter to the masjid to pray Dzuhur. For women, we can enter from back side of the masjid while men, from left or right side. To enter the masjid, we must take off our shoes of sandals (of course). There is special place to put your shoes/sandal, so you do not have to worry that your shoes/sandal will be missing or difficut to find. After my mom, my sis and I put our sandals, we take wudhu. Then, we enter to the masjid. Before we enter the "real" inside part of the masjid, there is a very large space which makes this masjid look very wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. then we enter the masjid. One thing which shows the luxury of this masjid is a beautiful lamp that hanging below the dome. It is very big one. The paint under the dome is also beautiful. It just like the sky... beautiful!! FYI, there is warning that we may not take picture inside the masjid. But, for me, because the view is too beautiful not to be captured, then I use my cellphone to take some picture, especially that big lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/SAXlrve-ZWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KETYrByWnXc/s1600-h/Lentera.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/SAXlrve-ZWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KETYrByWnXc/s320/Lentera.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189806685257885026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The lamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After we finished praying, we got out from the masjid. Then we tried to find my father and brother. After we met, we took some picture outside the masjid. FYI, if you do not bring your own camera, there are a lot of fotographer there. They can take your picture and you can have the result after that. About 3 PM, we went to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's all my story about my family activity. Hopefully, it can give you some useful information. Thanks for reading :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058986108563148690-6547772399188179885?l=dindriyati.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/feeds/6547772399188179885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058986108563148690&amp;postID=6547772399188179885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058986108563148690/posts/default/6547772399188179885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058986108563148690/posts/default/6547772399188179885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/2008/03/family-day-saturday-22-march-2008-part_24.html' title='Family Day (Saturday, 22 March 2008) part 2'/><author><name>d3w1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431619773216492783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05583355493210625544'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/SAWPbve-ZVI/AAAAAAAAACw/VHK2IX5IrzY/s72-c/DSC01660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058986108563148690.post-5228212889852970673</id><published>2008-03-24T11:26:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:23:18.975+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day (Saturday, 22 March 2008) part 1</title><content type='html'>Fyiuhhh... Finally, my family can spend one day to hang out together. Last time was when we spent one day together (+ my cousin, Mia) in Dunia Fantasi in September 2007 before Ramadhan. Our destinations for this vacation were lunch at Cilandak and visit Masjid Dian Al Mahri which is well-known because of its golden dome (kubah emas). In this blog, I will tell you about our first destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. Let's start the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 11 AM, we went from home to Coto Makassar Daeng Memang on Jl Ampera Raya, East Cilandak, South Jakarta. FYI, this time, I drove my car from home to not far way from the restaurant because it was a little bit difficult for me to park the car in this restaurant :P This was the 3rd time, I drove my avanza on public road. Because of long weekend, it seemed that most of jakarta citizen were travelling to out of the city so that there was no traffic jam. After about 45 minutes, we arrived there. The place is not far from Trakindo Cross-road. If you are from Pasar Rebo, you must turn right while if you want to go to Trakindo, you must turn left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant is simple, not too big but also not too small. Inside it, there are about 10 tables which there are 8 chair in each tables. When we arrived there,the visitors had filled about 1/3 of the tables. Based on my mom's story, in lunch time, the restaurant is usually full.  Now, it's time to order!!! And this is the menu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R-c6kLQgShI/AAAAAAAAACE/EU_Zey6Qyto/s1600-h/22032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R-c6kLQgShI/AAAAAAAAACE/EU_Zey6Qyto/s200/22032008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181174289484761618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I ordered Sop Konro/Iga Bakar while my father, mother and brother ordered Coto Makassar. For Coto Makassar, there are two choice, full meat or mixed (meat and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeroan&lt;/span&gt;).  For drink, my sister, brother,and I ordered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es campur&lt;/span&gt;; my mother ordered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es pisang ijo&lt;/span&gt;; and my father order &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es jeruk&lt;/span&gt;. About 5 minutes after we ordered, the waitress deliver Coto Makassar and our drink. You can eat it with rice or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lonton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;. Sop Konro/Iga Bakar came about 10 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R-dD6LQgSiI/AAAAAAAAACM/ATpohjhzBSQ/s1600-h/22032008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 129px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R-dD6LQgSiI/AAAAAAAAACM/ATpohjhzBSQ/s200/22032008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181184563046533666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R-dEIrQgSjI/AAAAAAAAACU/M3aKHzVWuew/s1600-h/22032008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 129px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R-dEIrQgSjI/AAAAAAAAACU/M3aKHzVWuew/s200/22032008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181184812154636850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R-dE87QgSkI/AAAAAAAAACc/noS2lQjviqs/s1600-h/22032008%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 127px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R-dE87QgSkI/AAAAAAAAACc/noS2lQjviqs/s200/22032008%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181185709802801730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lontong-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Coto Makassar  with lontong-----                                Coto Makassar with Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R-dKErQgSlI/AAAAAAAAACk/HaVttlR_iA8/s1600-h/22032008%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R-dKErQgSlI/AAAAAAAAACk/HaVttlR_iA8/s200/22032008%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181191340504926802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My menu (Sop Konro/Iga Bakar and Es Campur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will tell you about my menu. Sop Konro/Iga Bakar contains of cow ribs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuah&lt;/span&gt; (which is same with Coto Makassar), and peanut sauce. I ate it with lontong. I cut lontong using spoon and put it in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuah&lt;/span&gt; bowl. It's easy to separate meat from rib' bone. After you separate meat from bone, you can put it in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuah &lt;/span&gt;bowl and eat it with lontong and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuah&lt;/span&gt; or you can eat with peanut sauce. Both of them are delicious :P My drink is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es campur&lt;/span&gt;. It just like common &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es campur&lt;/span&gt; contains avocado, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cincau item&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mutiara&lt;/span&gt;, jackfruit, coconut, milk and ice, of course. For sop konro/iga bakar, I give score 7,5 for 1-10 scale. The price is Rp 25.000 for Sop Konro/Iga Bakar, Rp 1.000 for one lontong, and Rp 7000 for es campur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finish our lunch at 12.30 PM.  It means we are ready to go to our second destionation for today. I will tell about it in my next blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058986108563148690-5228212889852970673?l=dindriyati.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/feeds/5228212889852970673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058986108563148690&amp;postID=5228212889852970673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058986108563148690/posts/default/5228212889852970673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058986108563148690/posts/default/5228212889852970673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/2008/03/family-day-saturday-22-march-2008-part.html' title='Family Day (Saturday, 22 March 2008) part 1'/><author><name>d3w1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431619773216492783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05583355493210625544'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R-c6kLQgShI/AAAAAAAAACE/EU_Zey6Qyto/s72-c/22032008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058986108563148690.post-9054872913401784869</id><published>2008-03-10T13:42:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:44:33.698+07:00</updated><title type='text'>B 7651 WJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R98seTIoosI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SthNjPzHfBM/s1600-h/16032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R98seTIoosI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SthNjPzHfBM/s200/16032008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178906995543548610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon, 25th November 2007, one day before my 24th birthday, My parents and I went to AUTO2000 Kramat Jati. Before we went there, we only planned to see and ask about the car they sell, find out the price, and many thing you should know if you want to buy a car. When we arrived there, a sales girl opened the showroom door and then she gave a lot of explanation to us. And guess what happened next? We decided to buy Toyota Avanza type S. I paid some money to order the car... Yup, for this type of car, you must order first, and your car will be available about 3 months later. To me, she promised that my car would be available on February or March 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning,  21th February 2008, I went to the bank to transfer the total DP then I went to showroom to give the copy of transfer receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, 3rd March 2008, again... I went to AUTO2000 Kramat Jati to finish administration related with my car and.... to see my Avanza for the very first time!!!&lt;br /&gt;It would be delivered to my home at the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those processes were begun with a dream. I can not remember when I start dreaming to have my own car. For sure, my family never have our own car. For daily activity, we mostly use public transportation. When I was a student, sometimes my father dropped me to school or college by motorcycle. Not only me, but also my mother and my younger sister. Only my younger brother who go to college by his own motorcycle. About the end of 2006, my mother got car facility from her office.  Don't imagine the brand new car!! I remember one day my mother had told me that that car might be the oldest car her office had. It seems that what my mother said is correct because there are a lot of problem during we use that car. However, this car is very useful and helpful for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I'm so thankful and glad because I'm not only make my dream comes true but also my family dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... There are a lot of gifts for me on these days. My dreams, the big ones, had come true.&lt;br /&gt;My first 2 blogs, this  blog and the previous one, are telling my dreams which have come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot of dreams... They like source of fire to burn my spirit in my life. Hopefully, this fire will never extinct :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058986108563148690-9054872913401784869?l=dindriyati.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/feeds/9054872913401784869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058986108563148690&amp;postID=9054872913401784869&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058986108563148690/posts/default/9054872913401784869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058986108563148690/posts/default/9054872913401784869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/2008/03/b-7651-wj.html' title='B 7651 WJ'/><author><name>d3w1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431619773216492783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05583355493210625544'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_D3PyXhyx40Y/R98seTIoosI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SthNjPzHfBM/s72-c/16032008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058986108563148690.post-1991789558403054883</id><published>2008-03-05T16:48:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:11:08.831+07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months...</title><content type='html'>Wow...I can't believe it. It has been 6 months since that day. The day when he told me about his feeling to me and he asked me that question. I replied "yes". And it had changed my days after become brighter.. better... beautiful...The point is "just like my dream come true... i finnally found him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup...you never know when...where...or even who. It just like a mystery. Even you meet him almost every day. Even you are not far away from him. If it is not the time, it will not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became closer to him when we were separated in far distance. YM had become "the bridge" for us to know each other better and we became closer day by day. We never plan that our relation will be more than just a friend. I don't know why, I feel very comfort when I chat with him even in my "crash day" at office. Sometimes I felt that there was something missing in my day if I couldn't talk to him even only via YM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, he is the one that will accompany me in the next days, months, and years in my life. There will be a lot of beautiful moment that we will pass together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xmasmyspace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q157/graphic_code/flower_heart_star/hea40c1b5ba3749_myspace.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058986108563148690-1991789558403054883?l=dindriyati.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/feeds/1991789558403054883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058986108563148690&amp;postID=1991789558403054883&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058986108563148690/posts/default/1991789558403054883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058986108563148690/posts/default/1991789558403054883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dindriyati.blogspot.com/2008/03/6-months.html' title='6 months...'/><author><name>d3w1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431619773216492783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05583355493210625544'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>