tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45904999590014967142011-04-21T15:06:01.575-07:00I'm so happyAdrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965642868003380256noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590499959001496714.post-88223974997833132552008-09-28T14:43:00.000-07:002008-09-28T14:44:54.965-07:00<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4463344e5449354e673d3d0d0a&campaign=blog_playback_link&blogview=true" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play " src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4463344e5449354e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own photobook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/photobooks" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox photobook</a></td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4590499959001496714-8822397499783313255?l=adrian-tirtawidjaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965642868003380256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590499959001496714.post-19170832766952029272008-01-28T00:37:00.000-08:002008-01-28T00:38:26.684-08:00"Seek the truth; listen to the truth; teach the truth; love the truth; abide by the truth; and defend the truth - UNTO DEATH." <br />John Huss (AD 1370-1415)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4590499959001496714-1917083276695202927?l=adrian-tirtawidjaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965642868003380256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590499959001496714.post-81527282594664320642008-01-18T07:43:00.000-08:002008-01-18T07:51:44.770-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9IUEW0mF2Q/R5DJp-JoPbI/AAAAAAAAACA/5AuoD0ICthQ/s1600-h/12-09-07_0700.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156843296234421682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V9IUEW0mF2Q/R5DJp-JoPbI/AAAAAAAAACA/5AuoD0ICthQ/s200/12-09-07_0700.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>How do I begin to tell you how lucky I am to have her in my life?</div><div>I'll start by saying what a gift she gave me the day she became my wife.</div><div>She is my best friend in the good times and my rock in times of sorrow.</div><div>She is the reason for sweet yesterday sand my promise for tomorrow.</div><div>I never thought I could feel this loved until she became my wife. She made this year and every year the best one of my life.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4590499959001496714-8152728259466432064?l=adrian-tirtawidjaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965642868003380256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590499959001496714.post-59723200987608089792008-01-17T20:47:00.000-08:002008-01-17T20:58:35.556-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9IUEW0mF2Q/R5Ax6eJoPVI/AAAAAAAAABM/sRIBDxS0QUw/s1600-h/Sutji.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156676453934841170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9IUEW0mF2Q/R5Ax6eJoPVI/AAAAAAAAABM/sRIBDxS0QUw/s200/Sutji.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">Dear Mother I love you and want you to know,</div><br /><div align="left">I think of you often wherever I go.</div><br /><div align="left">You lift me up; </div><br /><div align="left">you're like walking sunshine;</div><br /><div align="left">I am lucky to have a great mother like mine.<br />Your endless affection makes you special and rare;</div><br /><div align="left">I'm always amazed by how much you care.</div><br /><div align="left">What you've given to me I can never repay,</div><br /><div align="left">Thank you, Mom, on your 67th birthday. </div><br /><div align="left">17 January 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4590499959001496714-5972320098760808979?l=adrian-tirtawidjaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965642868003380256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590499959001496714.post-69792548650360811552008-01-13T13:58:00.000-08:002008-01-13T14:00:49.786-08:00Tahu kau mengapa aku sayangi kau lebih dari siapa pun ?<br />Karena kau menulis. Suaramu takkan padam ditelan angin, akan abadi, sampai jauh, jauh di kemudian hari -- Pramoedya Ananta Toer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4590499959001496714-6979254865036081155?l=adrian-tirtawidjaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965642868003380256noreply@blogger.com0