<?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-6423358195794013550</id><updated>2011-10-25T06:35:59.148-07:00</updated><category term='Story'/><category term='memories'/><category term='just story'/><title type='text'>me, and My life with A N G K O T</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423358195794013550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergeblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Irvi Ramadhani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Al1tSxSHkg/TRwXO3py6XI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0cLzxmmpYwc/S220/Result8_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423358195794013550.post-8979600953936983235</id><published>2009-09-14T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:26:02.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just story'/><title type='text'>what the...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yap, today i will post about one of my story. it's about my journey to Padang. ok, lets start the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Friday night on 2008. me and my family went to Padang at 10 o'clock. first, we went to Merak Harbour to cross the Sunda strait. we arrived in Sumatra island around 7 o'clock in the morning. then, we continue our journey to padang after have a break for a while in some gas station. we continued our journey for about a day. and the sky was getting dark. then, we entered to a lonely street. there are no one in that street. in the left and right were only some trees. me and my family were getting hungry, but no any restaurant there. until we saw a little hut. then, we decided to stop in that hut, because we were very very need to eat. in the next minute, someone out from that hut. she was an old woman with a white hair.  then, she offer we to enter the hut and have a dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, me and my family entered the hut. it's only a blank building with no room there. the building was very very ordinary. the old woman offer me some food and a glass of water. then, i started to ate that food. the few minute later, i felt something wrong. yeah.. something not true here, but i don't know what was that. now, my stomach was full. for the first, the woman did'nt want to receive the money, but finally she receive the money. then, we continued the journey. for the last, i saw again to that hut. the woman just smile at our car with her dog, and night make the woman disappeared from my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we arrived in Padang. the wonderful place. Padang is my village. i stayed in a traditional house of Padang in kotogadang. the traditional house it called 'Rumah Gadang'. yap, as that name, Padang traditional house is very very big. it's can full by 20 or more people there. from Kotogadang, me and my family went to Padang city. there, we were stayed in my aunt house. in Padang, me and my aunt went to some famous place in Padang. it's name Malin Kundang Stone. Malin Kundang Stone is a stone that looked like a human did kowtowed. Malin Kundang is one of traditional story from Padang. it's about  a boy that rebellious to his mother. so, his mother swore him to be a stone. when i was a child, i believe if i naughty to my mother, i will be a stone. so, i never naughty to my parents but only be rebellious to her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it' about one week in Padang. me and my family must go back to Jakarta. we back to Jakarta with car. in the journey, my mother remember to forget pay the mineral water in that old woman in a hut. so, my family decided to bay way of same way when we go. when we through the road, there were no hut/ so, my father stopped the car and looking around for the old woman. in the next minute later, there was a man pass by the street with an old bicycle. then, my father asked him about the hut. and the man answer with a weird stare, then he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the hut? with a woman with a dog?.... oh! the woman had go passed away about one year ago, and the hut was crushed about 2 months ago.."&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/6423358195794013550-8979600953936983235?l=supergeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8979600953936983235/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423358195794013550&amp;postID=8979600953936983235' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423358195794013550/posts/default/8979600953936983235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423358195794013550/posts/default/8979600953936983235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergeblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/what.html' title='what the...?'/><author><name>Irvi Ramadhani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Al1tSxSHkg/TRwXO3py6XI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0cLzxmmpYwc/S220/Result8_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423358195794013550.post-7655450173339701655</id><published>2009-09-13T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:29:31.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>greeting for the new student!!</title><content type='html'>hello my readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are you? hopes you are fine, and can read my other post. well, in this post i will post about my school daily activities each every once a year. in Indonesia, it's called MBS or MOS or Ospek. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what it's for?&lt;/span&gt; it's for to greet our new junior specially in junior high school or senior high school or in an University. like mbs last year, me and my friend in committee of school organization or OSIS, will be have a new job. yap, our new job is will be the committee of the MBS. my leader of OSIS give me a job to lead a class with my two junior and will help me in my job. so i entered to 'Cut Nyak Dien' class. when i entered the class, the class it's so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about 32 student in that class. it's more little than last year. it's cause my school now in international standard. so, my school just receive 32 student each class, to focus the learning. so, i can wonders that my new junior here it's the smartest student in my city, because, they can entered my school from thousand elementary student to the junior high school student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i looked around the class. they're very very quiet. and my eyes directed to someone. yeah, i know him. it's very similar to my friend. he wear a white and red uniform. that's uniform it's not strange with me. than when i saw him, he smile to me. so, i reply his smile with my weird stare to him. i stand in front of the class. my other junior stand back to the class. and i start the class. i don't introduction my self, it's for to be a part of this greeting. but, someone disorganize my plan. yeah, a boy with the uniform i know. than he called me with my name. he called me with a loud shouted. everyone in that class looked at that boy. than i order him to stand in front of the class and introduction his self. so, he stand up and go to the in front of the class, and start to introduction his self. he saw to me. i reply his saw with annoyed to him. the next minute he laugh at me. i was very very confused. what is he laugh for? so i asked to him "hey? why are you laugh at me??" than he said "your... bwahahahahah.. it's.... bwahahahah" I'm getting angry "STOP LAUGHING!!!!" then he stop laughing. and class quiet again. so he said to me "hey, irvi, why you're very very fierce?"  i thinking for a while, and i said "why do you know my name?" "uh, why? of course irvi! you're is my big brother firend right?" than, i thinking again. "oh, ya who is your brother?" "it's ------ remember?" i thinking again, than i got the brightening agent " oh!!! him!!! ya, ya!! you're very similar to him!!!! oh you're is 'si manis'** right?" "excellent!! good girl, good girl.." "but.... please call me with 'sis'! i'm you're senior here so please be respectful, DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT???" "hemm... ok irvi, ups i mean 'sis'?!" then he back to his chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yap, one by one of the student introduction their self. i make some special call for some student. like 'si manis' (because he cute exactly), 'shopping' (because she like to shopping), 'putis *puisi autis*' (because she like to make a poem), 'obammy' (because he similar to American President Barack Obama), and.. other special call for other student. and i think they happy with that special call from me :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, it's the signature day. yap, when me and other committee will be an artist in a day.  yeah where i'm go, the fans *mean that new student* will chase me to get the signature from me. so, you will ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why they must get the signature from the committee? &lt;/span&gt;it's simple, it's for practice they skill to be a good student! *however the true destination of this, it's for make the committee happy, and i think they're isn't problem it :p* but, it's make the MBS more &lt;span id="selected"&gt;attractive than before. but, unfortunately 'si manis' shouted my name so loud so, every student there know my name, and they will be save from my bothering project to they to get and write my name to have a signature from me. i was very very angry with him. he only laughed at me, and back to his class. so, in the evening i come back again to 'Cut Nyak Dien' class. when, i will to anger at him, someone knocked at the door. so, i back to the door and open it. it was my friends. they come to looked around. then they eyes directed to 'si manis' "OMG! vi! is he ----- young brother?" than i said " yup! you're right! is he more cute than his big brother right?!" "yeah! of course he more cute than his big brother!!" than i saw his expression, he showed an embarrassed face. and after that &lt;/span&gt;incident he was quiet than before.&lt;span id="selected"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third day, is the last day of MBS. the student 'must' give their leader some letter. 'shopping' give me some letter and a chocolate, 'putis' give me some poem and some pin to me, and when i saw 'si manis' he came to me. i wonders he want to give me some protest letter to me. but he asked to me "ummhh irvi eh i mean 'sis', who is the leader on err.. 'Sudirman' class?" errrghh i feel so &lt;/span&gt;disappointed. so, i direct him to someone the leader of 'Sudirman'. then, he go to that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, my leader give me a letter. she said it's slipped between other letter. so, i opened that letter. then i saw to the signature, it was... 'si manis' ! yeah that's him! he give me a letter. and the letter is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for, &lt;strike&gt;irvi &lt;/strike&gt;sis Irvi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx to lead me in this MBS. however you're very very fierce, you're kind at all. i'm sorry to make  you angry. so, don't forget me ok?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from:&lt;br /&gt;'si manis'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohooo i never think he will give me a 'sorry' letter. he give me a chocolate too. than he said thankful to me. however he was very very annoyed, but still he can be kind to me. in that last day, every student in MBS will be my school formal student. and they're fly their balloon for the sign that they was the real junior high school student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**for protect his real name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="selected"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423358195794013550-7655450173339701655?l=supergeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7655450173339701655/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423358195794013550&amp;postID=7655450173339701655' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423358195794013550/posts/default/7655450173339701655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423358195794013550/posts/default/7655450173339701655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergeblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/greeting-for-new-student.html' title='greeting for the new student!!'/><author><name>Irvi Ramadhani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Al1tSxSHkg/TRwXO3py6XI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0cLzxmmpYwc/S220/Result8_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423358195794013550.post-3883806419526190402</id><published>2008-03-17T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:18:02.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>hey my readers!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;, this blog isn't my new blog, but the second blog. i think you will ask, 'why i made a new blog?' the answer is my other &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.supergeblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; it's with Indonesian language. so, if you speak bahasa you can go to this &lt;a href="http://www.supergeblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next, what the function to my second blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hemm, the function? let's see..&lt;br /&gt;aha! i know! this blog it's for practice me to write article with english. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why i musst practice my english to this blog? &lt;/span&gt;the answer is i just want to try some new things to do, so for my readers, if you meet some strange word, or sentences please be tolerated because the writer it's just an &lt;strike&gt;strange girl&lt;/strike&gt; ordinary girls ok ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now, what are posts in this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well, just like my other blog, i will post about my daily activities, that i do unordinary things. beside that, i will post about everything K-pop or J-pop. and i will post about plurk layout *specially for SHINee plurk layout or Heisei plurk layout &gt;.&lt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and what else in my blog? &lt;/span&gt;hemm, let's see, may be i will post my true or fiction story. and my experience with "angkot**" &lt;a href="http://www.supergeblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.supergeblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this is for the first post, waiting for my other post ok?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**an indonesian public transportation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423358195794013550-3883806419526190402?l=supergeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supergeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3883806419526190402/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6423358195794013550&amp;postID=3883806419526190402' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423358195794013550/posts/default/3883806419526190402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6423358195794013550/posts/default/3883806419526190402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supergeblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Irvi Ramadhani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Al1tSxSHkg/TRwXO3py6XI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0cLzxmmpYwc/S220/Result8_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
