<?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-25567032</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:41:16.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....d.y.d.y.d.y.d.y.d.y.d.y.d.y.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dyrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10277237033706760472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/62/216677775_fb392cf338_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25567032.post-116253565794089544</id><published>2006-11-02T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:34:17.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7410/2673/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7410/2673/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy B'day, mom :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wah g kerasa y dah ulang tahun lagi. B'arti ultahq jg nyusul( ultah mom n me cm beda 10hr, mungkin angka 3 emang lucky x y d keluargaq :) ). 2 scorpio yg always berantem dikala ketemu, n saling merindukan dikala berjauhan(kaqkaqkaq..). Miss you mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Td pg wkt nelpon mom rasanya kangen banget(hiks...hiks..., ternyata dah 8 bln g ketemuan), but aq hrp mom tetep sehat, panjang umur, banyak rezeki(wesss, br aqnya jg kebagian), n keep praying for us yah, mom. Duh seneng bgt rasanya hr ini, serasa qsendiri aja yg ultah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm..., I still remember mom yg always marahin me n my daddy klo liburan, bangunnya lama banget(hehehehe...penyakit turunan kali y...:D). Mom yg dl klo aq mo berangkat sekolah, always ngingetin jangan lupa minum susu, padahal g pernah diminum(abisnya panas seh), trus plg sekolah selalu nanyain, "kenapa g diminum???", jwbnq selalu sama, "abisnya panas!!!". N mom plg tau klo aq suka susu dingin, jd susunya walaupun g diminum pst dah dipindahin k kulkas :D. Good job, mom :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom yg always nyedian serapan pagi buat aq(duh bahagianya jd aq), hehehe..jd pengen makan masakannya mom neh..hiks...hiks...hiks,,,I also miss my daddy..Kemaren s4 nelpon ngajak 3Gan(hiks...hiks...hiks...sedih banget y, hpq kan g ada feature 3G..klo d'pikir2 lucu jg, anak dikalahin ma bokapnya...kaqkaqkaq...Aq malah diketawain lg :( ). Aq jg dah ingatin jgn ampe lupa ultahnya mom. Trnyata malah dad dah kasih kado dlan(kmrn mksdnya). Aq msh ingat, dl pernah sekali, dad lupa ultahnya mom, habis dech mom marah2  1/2 hran :D(lucu bgt y ).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK mom, enjoy yo'r special day. Hope d best for you.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25567032-116253565794089544?l=dyrine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/feeds/116253565794089544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25567032&amp;postID=116253565794089544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/116253565794089544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/116253565794089544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-bday-mom-dwah-g-kerasa-y-dah.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10277237033706760472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/62/216677775_fb392cf338_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25567032.post-116228018445051958</id><published>2006-10-30T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:07:08.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not on mood to use English...!!!Pake Indo aja y...&lt;br /&gt;Jumat(20.10.06), Moris dateng k kostan, malemnya qt cerita yg rada syerem2 gt dech...&lt;br /&gt;apalagi dia kan orangnya rada penakut(hihihihi)&lt;br /&gt;Qt cerita tentang hantu/org gila yg diliat P'Las d deket Fak. Mate ITB,&lt;br /&gt;makhluk halus yg ada d kostan lamanya P' Rachmat, sampe akhirnya karena bahas tentang gt2an,&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya qt b'2 sama menuju topik jembatan Cassanova, eh mksdnya Casablanca yg dlnya kuburan.&lt;br /&gt;(iihhhh, merinding juga malam itu, tp langsung bobok aja br g diperpanjang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hr kemudian ...&lt;br /&gt;Qt b'2 mo k t4 Ika(mo pinjem dvd buat tontonan liburan), karena dah kelaperan beli nasi dl,&lt;br /&gt;rencananya mo di makan d rumah s Ikong.&lt;br /&gt;Selesai beli tuh nasi, langsung k t4 ika.&lt;br /&gt;Giliran mo makan, taunya s Moris mo k toilet dl, g tau s ika kepikiran apa sampe bilang,&lt;br /&gt;"ati2 loh ris, soalnya kadang kedengaran ada yg gerak2 dr belakang".&lt;br /&gt;Hihihi, tau kan Moris orgnya gmn, langsung dech dia g jd k toilet. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus giliran pas qt mo makan, s ika ngomong lg, "mo denger g cerita tentang 'Ojek Setan' ??".&lt;br /&gt;Hihihi, x ini s Moris langsung emosi bilang mo pulang dlan :D,&lt;br /&gt;waktu itu seh q g mau ngasih kunci kamar, biar dia g pulang (wong nsi blm d'mkn, dvd blm dpt),&lt;br /&gt;eh, dia malah langsung cabut...&lt;br /&gt;s ika dh nyuruh seh buat ngejar Morisnya, tp kmrn itu emang lg males ngebujuk anak org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita ojek setan itu jg g ada ngeri2nya, dasar s Moris aja yg dah merinding dlan.&lt;br /&gt;Ada seorang cewek yg br pulang ngantor(kantornya d Karet) sekitar jam 11mlm gtlah,&lt;br /&gt;trus dia nyetop tukang ojek bt nganter plg. Ampe d t4 tujuan tuh ce ngasih 100rb,&lt;br /&gt;eh kembaliannya malah dilariin ma s tkng ojek,trus ce itu teriak, "Dasar ojek setan!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selesai ngomong2 ma ika, aq balik k kostan, kirain moris d kamarnya k'ester,&lt;br /&gt;taunya enggak.., dlm pikiran aq mungkin dia k t'4 oci(kostan tmnnya yg g jauh dr kostanq).&lt;br /&gt;Pas mo buka pintu kamar, kayaknya ada org d samping kamar, taunya s Moris ketiduran d kursi samping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y udah aq bangunin gt, trus msk kamar...&lt;br /&gt;Eh dia malah beres2 barangnya gt, trus blg gini, "luv, aq plg y???".&lt;br /&gt;Langsung dech dgn kesal campur marah, aq iyakan dengan cepat.&lt;br /&gt;Trus nasi yg blm d'mkn td aq pastiin dl g mo d'mkn, lngsung aq buang k tong sampah dpn kmr.&lt;br /&gt;Aq liat jam, ternyata msh jam 8, y udah karena emang dah emosi bgt,aq + in lg omongnq,&lt;br /&gt;"msih jam 8 koq, klo plg jg gpp".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianya msh make sendal, langsungaq kunci dech tuh pintu kamar, matiin TV, matiin lampu.&lt;br /&gt;5 menit berikutnya ada yg ngetok pintu kamar(dlm ht sapa lg neh).&lt;br /&gt;Waktu buka pintu, eh ternyata s Moris.&lt;br /&gt;Dgn nada kesal + geli aq bilang, "koq g jd plgnya?????", eh langsung dech dia nangis...(lol).&lt;br /&gt;Emg dasar, temenq yg satu ini emang cengeng banget...,langsung dech aq peluk aja biar diem(biasanya gt...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil dia masih nangis, aq ceritain tentang ojek setan itu, kan g pantes bgt dia nangis hny karena itu ????('m I right??). Krn dia msh nangis y aq ikut2in gaya nangisnya.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kena jitak dech neh kepala :), tp jitak sayang koq :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25567032-116228018445051958?l=dyrine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/feeds/116228018445051958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25567032&amp;postID=116228018445051958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/116228018445051958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/116228018445051958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-on-mood-to-use-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10277237033706760472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/62/216677775_fb392cf338_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25567032.post-116001599013884296</id><published>2006-10-04T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:41:09.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At last "Black September" over..&lt;br /&gt;I've done a lot of stupid things on that month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eliminated money for my friend as big as two million rupiah.&lt;br /&gt;Careless !!&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you check that money first, before you give it to the postman, Diana???", that question always come in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First my fren gave me two million to post it, b'cos of somethin', she took 400 thousand n say will turn it back. Then, she return it plus 2 million more. So, that money become 4 million now.&lt;br /&gt;I just heard that she said, "I'll put 400 thousand back".&lt;br /&gt;But according to her explanation, she said. "I'll put it back, with another money, now it becomes 4 million".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First mistake, I didn't check that money first when she gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Second mistake came when I gave that money to the post man, I said, d mount is 2 million.&lt;br /&gt;At last me n my fren try to find the best solution for her and me.&lt;br /&gt;I think I must pay a half of that amount as responsibility of my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My task in project also make me become crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I loved being a programmer, but task become more difficult to me.&lt;br /&gt;I spent almost a week to research about WIKI engine, ugghhh its make me fell "BORED". But coz help of my devlead(Deni), it's OK now ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a problem with my boy friend...&lt;br /&gt;"Are you still a child, honey???", If no, try to think as adult!!&lt;br /&gt;Till now we still BREAK, I hope we'll find our best solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25567032-116001599013884296?l=dyrine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/feeds/116001599013884296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25567032&amp;postID=116001599013884296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/116001599013884296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/116001599013884296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-last-black-september-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10277237033706760472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/62/216677775_fb392cf338_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25567032.post-115588746994035617</id><published>2006-08-18T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:33:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7410/2673/1600/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7410/2673/320/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my Childhood?&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for the world that I come from ,'coz I've been looking around&lt;br /&gt;In the lost and found of my heart. No one understands me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They view it as such strange eccentricities... 'coz keep kidding around like a child, but pardon me...&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm not okay. 'coz I love such elementary things.&lt;br /&gt;It's been my fate to compensate, for the Childhood I've never known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for that wonder in my youth, like pirates and adventurous dreams, Of conquest and kings on the throne.&lt;br /&gt;Before you judge me, try hard to love me, look within your heart then ask.&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm strange that way.The dreams I would dare, watch me fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before you judge me, try hard to love me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25567032-115588746994035617?l=dyrine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/feeds/115588746994035617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25567032&amp;postID=115588746994035617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/115588746994035617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/115588746994035617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/2006/08/have-you-seen-my-childhood-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10277237033706760472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/62/216677775_fb392cf338_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25567032.post-115572000626688197</id><published>2006-08-16T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T04:41:00.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, we get Herry's last mail for everybody in Intimedia Talents.&lt;br /&gt;He is my first devlead for Bank Central Asia Project(n also my first project).&lt;br /&gt;One of BCA-ESS Team (include Mr. Kiki Novriandi &amp; Kahoat) that teach me many things such as layering, sourcesafe, DCOM Connector, coding , etc.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that very kind to others, not just according to my experience when I became his team member, but others also say d same.So many thx should I say to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that mail,He says his gratitude to all of Intimedia and Intimedia Talents members for being such as great colleagues with all d supporrts, motivation and great team - works for those who had been in a team with him for the past 5 years or those who haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the new place is the right place for him to embrace new experience and to expand his knowledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25567032-115572000626688197?l=dyrine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/feeds/115572000626688197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25567032&amp;postID=115572000626688197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/115572000626688197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/115572000626688197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-we-get-herrys-last-mail-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10277237033706760472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/62/216677775_fb392cf338_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25567032.post-115569598811404422</id><published>2006-08-15T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:50:03.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7410/2673/1600/questionMark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7410/2673/320/questionMark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Is it wise enough to say? That i'm better off without you.&lt;br /&gt;Is it cool enough to fake? 'cause all that i've been breathing is about you.&lt;br /&gt;Is it wise enough to flow? From my head until my toes ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;but somehow I don t really know. All that i've been doing is without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on and on my head keeps saying ,"This is not what i believe in, this is where it ends".&lt;br /&gt;And on and on my mind is made up that .That is why it never stops .&lt;br /&gt;Alone again, alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it you inside my head? Is it you inside who says ?That I become someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that you re buzzing right through isnide my head ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;coming right through inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't know, i didn't know, i didn't know ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25567032-115569598811404422?l=dyrine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/feeds/115569598811404422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25567032&amp;postID=115569598811404422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/115569598811404422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/115569598811404422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-it-wise-enough-to-say-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10277237033706760472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/62/216677775_fb392cf338_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25567032.post-114542241831736457</id><published>2006-04-18T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:59:22.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7410/2673/1600/tired.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7410/2673/400/tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uggghh...tired enough,For three days successively, I really full enough of task, some problems outside my job, plus some people that makes me stress n crazy sometimes.If you heard sounds of my head like "nguing...nguing...,ha..ha".So many people ask me that questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to solve all that trouble one by one, try to stand up n lay again...Now, it's better than before at d office.Try to undestand how to use Intimedia Framework, CodeSmith, but now like got a cherry from d tree,I more comfortable to use that technology,really make my job easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired week, tomorrow I will move all the things to my new place and will take my energy ,ha..ha.I also change my habit after office hour. Just go home, having dinner, switch on my notebook, install/openstupid things there, listen music, take a bag n sleep.I'm alone now....I hope Moris will be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25567032-114542241831736457?l=dyrine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/feeds/114542241831736457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25567032&amp;postID=114542241831736457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/114542241831736457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/114542241831736457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/2006/04/uggghh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10277237033706760472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/62/216677775_fb392cf338_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25567032.post-114437349906978508</id><published>2006-04-06T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:37:34.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7410/2673/1600/dell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="95" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7410/2673/400/dell.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my problem since last weekend.First, I want to install Visual Studio 2005(VS05) in my notebook.But, its need ServicePack2(SP2). So, I borrow it from my office. Hahaha, I'm very happy to get it.If I have install it so I can install VS05..Yess, installation completed...Next step is VS05 installation, but suddenly I got an alert "Please insert Visual studio 2005 DVD".What a stupid message, am I not use DVD to install that software??So, I decided to ask office Administrator on Monday. 'coz of another business, I close my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, I want to install bibble program to my phone,n I put d source on my notebook.So I plug on mouse n my Blootooth USB at d USB port. But, my comp says "NOT RECOGNIZED"..so strange, isn't it??I'll try to insert another, but still same...Getting stress started and then I un-install SP2...It's make me relief for a moment..my comp can read my USB. But problem not end, some program such as Office, Windows Media Player, etc can't open...,perpectly crazy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25567032-114437349906978508?l=dyrine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/feeds/114437349906978508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25567032&amp;postID=114437349906978508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/114437349906978508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25567032/posts/default/114437349906978508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dyrine.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-my-problem-since-last-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10277237033706760472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/62/216677775_fb392cf338_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
