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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Dear diary online.....</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/rinysxxylady" /><description></description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 17:18:33 PST</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="rinysxxylady" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">rinysxxylady</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><title>The love story died I</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-story-died-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 15:42:04 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-3623127460870151003</guid><description>My name rini... here I pingin related about my love story yg ran aground so as to emerge the inspiration to for this story.... I the girl lampung,tepat him in metro but I for a long time live in batam. I went from Lampung because I lost the person that I cintai,sebut then his name handika in died in 2003 on June 9, you bayangin... gimana it seems lost the person that in cintai,a I could frustasi also, finally I bolted from lampung,buat forgot someone that evidently was not easy, but I thought with me tried loved that lain,mungkin I can forget handika, but evidently not treated the available wound made the wound new, and I continued to try and tried from however many of them the guy that I pacarin,tp evidently not there are those that could understand me in all the matters, available more made me stres. please gave me the suggestion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-3623127460870151003?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-06T15:42:04.418-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The party opened my internet cafe</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/11/party-opened-my-internet-cafe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 15:57:03 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-7110234815334885191</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzeVVmcnxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TjrZSTKLC6g/s1600-h/1_107859112l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzeVVmcnxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TjrZSTKLC6g/s320/1_107859112l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263826522646290194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzeU1nb8zI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5u2uBE2E2lA/s1600-h/1_117878089l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzeU1nb8zI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5u2uBE2E2lA/s320/1_117878089l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263826514060505906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzeUgTenaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/o7GZdgUdPJY/s1600-h/1_649146578l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzeUgTenaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/o7GZdgUdPJY/s320/1_649146578l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263826508339649954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzeUKb6sfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/x5MSpnDjs9U/s1600-h/1_442048654l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzeUKb6sfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/x5MSpnDjs9U/s320/1_442048654l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263826502469464562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzeT2JkbKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eOzEj1dxTx0/s1600-h/1_189884117l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzeT2JkbKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eOzEj1dxTx0/s320/1_189884117l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263826497023798434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The appointment agenda of my internet cafe , was celebrated by me with the child no father no mather, on April 15 2008&lt;br /&gt;hmmm so nice i like this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-7110234815334885191?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-01T15:57:03.607-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzeVVmcnxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TjrZSTKLC6g/s72-c/1_107859112l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>my internet cafe</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-internet-cafe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 15:53:23 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-5868318297209264564</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzd1mOF2SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/NNuPyJgAqvg/s1600-h/1_428713107l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzd1mOF2SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/NNuPyJgAqvg/s320/1_428713107l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263825977351723298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzdPoOXxMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Mek9Z2ibJQQ/s1600-h/depan+warnet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzdPoOXxMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Mek9Z2ibJQQ/s320/depan+warnet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263825325054739650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzdPbsVzvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EqwhI9TQSrQ/s1600-h/net6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzdPbsVzvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EqwhI9TQSrQ/s320/net6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263825321690779378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzdPIktacI/AAAAAAAAAUU/9mSCxmwdpR0/s1600-h/net3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzdPIktacI/AAAAAAAAAUU/9mSCxmwdpR0/s320/net3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263825316558498242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzdPHFADUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Ffvmev5D5SE/s1600-h/net7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzdPHFADUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Ffvmev5D5SE/s320/net7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263825316157066562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the internet cafe in batam, and was opened on April 15 2008, finally my feelings feelings were realised wanted to open internet efforts cafe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-5868318297209264564?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-01T15:53:23.486-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzd1mOF2SI/AAAAAAAAAU0/NNuPyJgAqvg/s72-c/1_428713107l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>my cat memeng The spoilt cat</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cat-memeng-spoilt-cat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 14:43:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-2443712120157031799</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzMrN4bGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/HQfFyugm_Ls/s1600-h/PICT0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzMrN4bGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/HQfFyugm_Ls/s320/PICT0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263807107322026594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memeng the naughty cat but also the spoilt cat, all of them love memeng, because of memeng the cat that had many surpluses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-2443712120157031799?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-01T14:43:07.870-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzMrN4bGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/HQfFyugm_Ls/s72-c/PICT0027.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>i love my cat memeng and pupus</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-my-cat-memeng-and-pupus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 14:37:37 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-781426151465974134</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzJt7J4DmI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BJYTicJJ5Bo/s1600-h/trixie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzJt7J4DmI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BJYTicJJ5Bo/s320/trixie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263803855299677794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memeng and was obliterated was my pet cat, both of them very funny, every day if I slept they took part in sleeping, and if I got up they also got up, memeng and was obliterated had the surplus masing masing, memeng was the very spoilt cat and urine in toilet but very naughty, if being obliterated was the quiet cat often did not speak also kind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-781426151465974134?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-01T14:37:37.993-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzJt7J4DmI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BJYTicJJ5Bo/s72-c/trixie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>my cat  pupus</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-my-cat-pupus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 14:38:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-8701730456650642152</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzJTGnmUoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/HRFQw5Ikz9c/s1600-h/PICT0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzJTGnmUoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/HRFQw5Ikz9c/s320/PICT0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263803394520666754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the cat had a name was obliterated, was obliterated was my best cat, he really the follower, quiet, and clever. That always was recalled will be obliterated, he had not caused difficulty saya. that made me startled when being seen by me the neck memeng membesar,saya was frightened of losing was obliterated, every day I prayed in order to be obliterated get well soon, and currently was obliterated recovered, I was very very happy, was obliterated was the pet cat saya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-8701730456650642152?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-01T14:38:00.387-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/SQzJTGnmUoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/HRFQw5Ikz9c/s72-c/PICT0029.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>You are my shinning star</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-are-my-shinning-star.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 15:25:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-3670893912437238730</guid><description>You are my shinning star&lt;br /&gt;you will be my light&lt;br /&gt;to help me read&lt;br /&gt;my map of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that you were&lt;br /&gt;here or that i were&lt;br /&gt;there or that we were together&lt;br /&gt;any where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is one pain i&lt;br /&gt;often feel which you&lt;br /&gt;will never know,its&lt;br /&gt;coused by the absence&lt;br /&gt;of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true love doesn't have&lt;br /&gt;a happy ending, that's&lt;br /&gt;coz true love doesn't&lt;br /&gt;have a ending&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-3670893912437238730?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-22T15:25:19.354-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>U're Loved More 2 Day</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/03/ure-loved-more-2-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 15:17:47 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-6619034146222590347</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;U,re loved more 2 day&lt;br /&gt;than yesterday,but not&lt;br /&gt;more than u,ll be loved&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are u sure that we&lt;br /&gt;haven't met some where&lt;br /&gt;in a past life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u want to know&lt;br /&gt;how great my love is&lt;br /&gt;count the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distance does not&lt;br /&gt;matter if two hearts&lt;br /&gt;are loyal to one&lt;br /&gt;another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-6619034146222590347?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-22T15:17:47.193-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>My Love For You</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-love-for-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 15:12:04 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-265431656822050551</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Love For You Is A Journey&lt;br /&gt;Starting at Forever And Ending&lt;br /&gt;At Never.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what love&lt;br /&gt;was until i met you&lt;br /&gt;then when distance&lt;br /&gt;pulled us apart&lt;br /&gt;i foundout what true love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A memory of true love&lt;br /&gt;is like a favorit song&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many&lt;br /&gt;times it plays again&lt;br /&gt;u never get tired ou it&lt;br /&gt;u,re my favorit song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-265431656822050551?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-22T15:12:04.051-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I Miss You</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 14:27:24 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-8208865351681908431</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Though you are not here&lt;br /&gt;wherever I go or whatever I do&lt;br /&gt;I see your face in my mind&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;I miss telling you everything&lt;br /&gt;I miss showing you things&lt;br /&gt;I miss our eyes&lt;br /&gt;secretly giving each other confidence&lt;br /&gt;I miss your touch&lt;br /&gt;I miss our excitement together&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything we share&lt;br /&gt;I don't like missing you&lt;br /&gt;It is a very cold&lt;br /&gt;and lonely feeling&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could be&lt;br /&gt;with you right now&lt;br /&gt;where the warmth of our love&lt;br /&gt;would melt the winter snows&lt;br /&gt;But since I can't be&lt;br /&gt;with you right now&lt;br /&gt;I will have to be content&lt;br /&gt;just dreaming about&lt;br /&gt;when we'll be together again&lt;br /&gt;batam 31 december 2007 rini anggreani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-8208865351681908431?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-20T14:27:24.791-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I think of you.</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-of-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 14:26:17 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-2124311727904585918</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;to see the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear a robin sing&lt;br /&gt;on the first day of spring&lt;br /&gt;I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a red rosE on the bush where it grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;When I feel the summer heat&lt;br /&gt;on the sand beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sit on a beach&lt;br /&gt;another world just out of reach&lt;br /&gt;I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;When I see the colored leaves&lt;br /&gt;fall to the ground from a light breeze&lt;br /&gt;I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;When I look to the night sky&lt;br /&gt;and see the sparkle like in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the snow is coming down&lt;br /&gt;to softly blanket the ground&lt;br /&gt;I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;When I go to bed at night&lt;br /&gt;as I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm old and near death&lt;br /&gt;and I draw my last breath&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you. batam 31 december 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-2124311727904585918?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-20T14:26:17.738-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I Is Not Him</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-is-not-him.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 14:25:10 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-1820799620091539696</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am darling at your&lt;br /&gt;wish to protect your&lt;br /&gt;makes you is happy&lt;br /&gt;ascertains your smiles always&lt;br /&gt;I know I cannot&lt;br /&gt;embraces your the way he did&lt;br /&gt;amuses your the way he did&lt;br /&gt;vanishs your eye water the way he did&lt;br /&gt;because I is not him her&lt;br /&gt;I am darling at your&lt;br /&gt;my dream about you&lt;br /&gt;smiles me because you&lt;br /&gt;my breath for your&lt;br /&gt;anything which I feel&lt;br /&gt;and I thought of&lt;br /&gt;because knowing, you are exist&lt;br /&gt;I of course cannot&lt;br /&gt;accompanies your the way he did&lt;br /&gt;makes you is exalted the way he did&lt;br /&gt;assists your the way he did&lt;br /&gt;because I is not him(her&lt;br /&gt;I of course non him(her&lt;br /&gt;but haves a pity me at your&lt;br /&gt;more than him(her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batam 23 december 2007 ~rini anggreani~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-1820799620091539696?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-20T14:25:10.861-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I am bored</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-bored.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 14:24:25 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-120199707569912639</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am bored feels coming it love&lt;br /&gt;But my more boredly sees way of me to smile greets it&lt;br /&gt;I am bored at secretory love words from its(the mouth&lt;br /&gt;But my more boredly at way of me sulfur hears it&lt;br /&gt;I am bored when realizing I am not the only&lt;br /&gt;But my more boredly at my candidness receives it&lt;br /&gt;I am bored when I must divide love&lt;br /&gt;But my more boredly at way of me weeps it&lt;br /&gt;I am bored at my jealous taste to love&lt;br /&gt;But my more boredly at way of me its(the menafikkan&lt;br /&gt;I am bored when s(he is my heart create injures&lt;br /&gt;But my more boredly when easily I forgive it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batam 21 december 2007 ~ by rini anggreani~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-120199707569912639?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-20T14:24:25.156-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Always and Forever</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/03/always-and-forever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 14:23:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-1192541997989830375</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I never get to tell you what I really need to say&lt;br /&gt;How I long to hold you each and every day&lt;br /&gt;You mean more to me than words can ever express&lt;br /&gt;Without you my life would be a total mess&lt;br /&gt;As I look into your eyes, and at your perfect face&lt;br /&gt;I know there will never be anyone to take your place&lt;br /&gt;No matter what problems we may go through&lt;br /&gt;That place in my heart will always be for you&lt;br /&gt;If I am having a hard time letting you in&lt;br /&gt;It's because I have played the game, and never win&lt;br /&gt;Your love means so much to me&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how to make you see&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what people say&lt;br /&gt;We can stick together anyway&lt;br /&gt;When they come to me, all I see is your face&lt;br /&gt;When they start to speak your voice takes their place&lt;br /&gt;It's a voice that promises to always be there&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say, I know you still care&lt;br /&gt;Always and Forever is what this means to me&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, now can you see?&lt;br /&gt;batam 31 december 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-1192541997989830375?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-20T14:23:19.449-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Im here</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 14:22:20 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-1816688541829355034</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's say I am exist&lt;br /&gt;see me at here&lt;br /&gt;bes awaiting your&lt;br /&gt;Let's say I am exist&lt;br /&gt;because you means for me&lt;br /&gt;more than everything&lt;br /&gt;Let's say I am exist&lt;br /&gt;trust I the way he did&lt;br /&gt;tells your feeling&lt;br /&gt;like the one your does to him&lt;br /&gt;Require me&lt;br /&gt;like me&lt;br /&gt;requires your&lt;br /&gt;although only as bargainer im cray&lt;br /&gt;realizes&lt;br /&gt;I here&lt;br /&gt;for your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batam 23 december 2007 by rini anggreani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-1816688541829355034?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-20T14:22:20.246-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Your Promises</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-promises.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 14:20:59 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-5559247192243075685</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i told you&lt;br /&gt;“ i’m not believe in promise ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s fact&lt;br /&gt;i know it’s fact&lt;br /&gt;but since i know you&lt;br /&gt;you tried to make me believe&lt;br /&gt;with all of your promises&lt;br /&gt;you made me safe to believe&lt;br /&gt;specially with yours&lt;br /&gt;so one day&lt;br /&gt;i made you promise to me&lt;br /&gt;and you said “yes”&lt;br /&gt;you broke the big wall in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and made it feel&lt;br /&gt;the new feeling named&lt;br /&gt;“believe”&lt;br /&gt;the time go on&lt;br /&gt;now i realize&lt;br /&gt;that your promises&lt;br /&gt;will never comes true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batam 23 december 2007 ~by rini anggreani~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-5559247192243075685?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-20T14:20:59.255-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Because You</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 14:19:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-7430718272833750755</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so much forerunner today will come, but my am too blind to realize it&lt;br /&gt;all the memories, floats fall like endless, makes me doesn't understand&lt;br /&gt;if real friendship of that have never been is exist&lt;br /&gt;among both us&lt;br /&gt;I ought to not as blind as this&lt;br /&gt;I have been so much changing because present you in living me&lt;br /&gt;and now…&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know again must start building my defence fortress from where&lt;br /&gt;altogether scatters off hand&lt;br /&gt;I take off it to respect your&lt;br /&gt;what knocks door of the fortress&lt;br /&gt;that way polite&lt;br /&gt;but now&lt;br /&gt;altogether go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-7430718272833750755?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-20T14:19:19.402-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Friendship Never Ends</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2007/12/friendship-never-ends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 08:26:56 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-2054702890124442415</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/R4EBQaA2ANI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NacoNEkMsRg/s1600-h/1_170153672l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/R4EBQaA2ANI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NacoNEkMsRg/s320/1_170153672l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152400830060953810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as summer leaves and autumn replaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;time will melt in our hands&lt;br /&gt;still friendship never ends&lt;br /&gt;as a distant dying star deliver its ray&lt;br /&gt;it will sleep and fade away&lt;br /&gt;still friendship never ends&lt;br /&gt;as my tea can not be warmer again&lt;br /&gt;i will find that outside is serene&lt;br /&gt;still friendship never ends&lt;br /&gt;as the passed years start to fly&lt;br /&gt;they will show us a little lullaby&lt;br /&gt;still friendship never ends&lt;br /&gt;and as the moment comes to separate us&lt;br /&gt;we will know that it is just a must&lt;br /&gt;still friendship never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-2054702890124442415?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-06T08:26:56.378-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/R4EBQaA2ANI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NacoNEkMsRg/s72-c/1_170153672l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>A True Broken Heart</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2007/12/true-broken-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 12:22:06 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-2714518174462949657</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v /&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata title="" src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\admin\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.gif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;A True Broken Heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her hair falls down&lt;br /&gt;Into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;So no one could see&lt;br /&gt;The tears she crys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt she felt&lt;br /&gt;The pain she endured&lt;br /&gt;She's torn apart&lt;br /&gt;By the lies she heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call her freak&lt;br /&gt;They call her weak&lt;br /&gt;But they don't even know&lt;br /&gt;Anything about her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stare at her&lt;br /&gt;With disgust written all over their faces&lt;br /&gt;They look at her&lt;br /&gt;Like shes a monster&lt;br /&gt;That should be locked away&lt;br /&gt;And put in its place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she can't stand this life anymore&lt;br /&gt;She can't stand one more night of crying herself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;So she takes a knife&lt;br /&gt;And ripps it through her heart&lt;br /&gt;So now everyone will now what a true broken heart is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-2714518174462949657?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-10T12:22:06.219-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Death Of My Boyfriend</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2007/12/death-of-my-boyfriend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 05:05:49 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-4698481144710281160</guid><description>My boyfriend died on 07  juni 2002. I feel so numb. I don't know what to do with myself. He was also my best-friend. I'm lost and afraid. We had so many plans. We were gonna move in together next month and we wanted to have a baby and get married and now he's gone. How do you recover from something like this? I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-4698481144710281160?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-29T05:05:49.334-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Just A Poem Bout My Life...</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-poem-bout-my-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2008 06:05:34 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-3723806865268021815</guid><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_9" spid="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="Dear Diary:" style="'width:76.5pt;height:19.5pt;visibility:visible;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\admin\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.gif" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif" alt="Dear Diary:" shapes="Picture_x0020_9" height="26" width="102" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;BEHIND THESE EYES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Behind these eyes are lots of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Depression, sorrow, and a lot of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;People think I'm happy because I always smile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;but it's all fake. I'm a fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I hate my life when I'm awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I feel like I'm living a nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;When I talk to the one I love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I feel like I'm living up above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;But no one knows how I feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;And that my pain is very real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;All I do is cry and cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I can't wait to tell them bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I'm leaving when I turn 18,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You'll see the real me, that you haven't seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I'm sick of the way people treat me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I try to be all I can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;"You're just a kid," is what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;"You know you aren't gonna get your way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I need someone to love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I am so lonely, scared, and afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;How can I face another day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I really, really need a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I'm sick of being in a cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;there’s so much pain I have inside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;and it all lies behind these eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-3723806865268021815?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-01T06:05:34.645-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>LIFE STORY</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 16:19:35 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-4753737596080831256</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/R3RA16A2ACI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jkPENwHzuPU/s1600-h/1_631879847l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/R3RA16A2ACI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jkPENwHzuPU/s320/1_631879847l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148811568841359394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have Ever All Of You Thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When someone enquires&lt;br /&gt;wants to be are you later&lt;br /&gt;does you wish&lt;br /&gt;does you expect&lt;br /&gt;is there any between all of you replying&lt;br /&gt;I want to be medical doctor&lt;br /&gt;I want to be actor&lt;br /&gt;I want to be teacher&lt;br /&gt;But have ever all of you thought up&lt;br /&gt;someone would over there&lt;br /&gt;what answers obligingly&lt;br /&gt;I wish to grow is healthy&lt;br /&gt;When someone enquires&lt;br /&gt;does you wish&lt;br /&gt;is you will&lt;br /&gt;what is wishing you has&lt;br /&gt;is there any between all of you replying&lt;br /&gt;I wish new toy&lt;br /&gt;I wish new clothes&lt;br /&gt;I wish bottle to drink has just&lt;br /&gt;But have ever all of you thinks&lt;br /&gt;they would replying&lt;br /&gt;We wish to have clean aqueduct&lt;br /&gt;But even dreams just of we daren't to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batam 24 december 2007 ~rini anggreani~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-4753737596080831256?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-27T16:19:35.924-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/R3RA16A2ACI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jkPENwHzuPU/s72-c/1_631879847l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>FOREVER FRIEND</title><link>http://rinysxxylady.blogspot.com/2007/12/forever-friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rini Anggreani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 17:04:34 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8239086588545305297.post-7706982547047027521</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/R3RLgqA2AJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PShn5Uwvwck/s1600-h/1_582854786l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/R3RLgqA2AJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PShn5Uwvwck/s320/1_582854786l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148823298397044882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you find a special friend&lt;br /&gt;Someone who changes your&lt;br /&gt;lifejust by being part of it.&lt;br /&gt;someone who makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;until you can't stop&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you believe&lt;br /&gt;that there really is good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who convinces you&lt;br /&gt;that there really is an unlocked door&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for you to open it.&lt;br /&gt;This is Forever Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;When you're down,&lt;br /&gt;and the world seems dark and empty,&lt;br /&gt;Your forever friend lifts you up in spirit&lt;br /&gt;and makes that dark and empty world&lt;br /&gt;suddenly seem bright and full.&lt;br /&gt;Your forever friend gets you through&lt;br /&gt;the hard times, the sad times,&lt;br /&gt;and the confused times.&lt;br /&gt;If you turn and walk away,&lt;br /&gt;your forever friend follows.&lt;br /&gt;If you lose your way,&lt;br /&gt;your forever friend guides you&lt;br /&gt;and cheers you on.&lt;br /&gt;Your forever friend holds your hand&lt;br /&gt;and tells you that&lt;br /&gt;everything is going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;And if you find such a friend,&lt;br /&gt;you feel happy and complete,&lt;br /&gt;because you need not worry.&lt;br /&gt;You have a forever friend for life,&lt;br /&gt;and forever has no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BATAM 30 DECEMBER 2007 BY riny anggreani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUE FRIENDSHIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, it's all about voiceless communication-&lt;br /&gt;always knowing exactly what to say,&lt;br /&gt;but never actually having to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When no one seems to be listening,&lt;br /&gt;you hear.&lt;br /&gt;When I hurt but don't show it,&lt;br /&gt;you know.&lt;br /&gt;When I turn away to hide my tears,&lt;br /&gt;you see.&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like I can't get through to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes glow just for me,&lt;br /&gt;and I know you're proud.&lt;br /&gt;You flash your magical, healing smile my way,&lt;br /&gt;and I know everything will be all right.&lt;br /&gt;You know everything there is to know about me.&lt;br /&gt;You know what worries me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;batam 30 december 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8239086588545305297-7706982547047027521?l=rinysxxylady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-27T17:04:34.268-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ9Ixf--LhQ/R3RLgqA2AJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PShn5Uwvwck/s72-c/1_582854786l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

