<?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-8701233</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:58:30.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea air,Salt water,and the sound of waves</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-112282195707172453</id><published>2005-07-31T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:59:17.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer job</title><content type='html'>june,7, 2005 gue berangkat ke cungli, sampe disana main bentar dan gunting rambut.tapi gue rada nyesel ama guntingan rambutnya.mau apa dikata rambut sudah pendek. setelah itu malam sekitar jam 1.30 firman dateng jemput gue bersama temennya namanya siao bai. trus balik ke taipei. keesokkan harinya firman siusi dari kerjaannya jadi dia bantuin gue cari kerjaan pinjam motor temennya si athao, temen kerjanya si firman di sex and the city restaurant.setalah itu gue keliling2 dari siemen ding sampe ke sekitar tempat kerjannya firman.akhirnya gue di terima di 3 tempat restaurant .yang satunya japanese restaurant, second, italian restaurant dan last vietnamese restaurant. setelah dipikir2 satu harian gue akhirnya ambil di vietnamese restaurant. kerjaannya sebagai waitress disana. lumayan juga kerjaannya cukup melelahkan tapi kadang menyenangkan. soal sarary juga lumayan lah satu bulannya libur 4 kali dan kerjanya dari jam 11-14.30 trus 14.30-17.00 istirahat.jam 17.00-22.00 kerja lagi. gitu deh tiap hari.sometimes membosankan. ngaterasa sekrang sudah 1 bulan genap gue kerja disana. sekrang udah july,31,2005 dan gue masuk kerjanya tanggal 30 june 2005. but, gue kadang kesel banget ama cw yang namanya siao fang, dia pekerja disana juga kerjaannya bareng gue didepan jadi waitress, tapi dia pekerja lama dan jabatannya pasti lebih tinggi. yang gue kesel dan beni dari dia dia selalu maksain gue untuk makan terus. walaupun gue itu nga suka ama makanannya.atau memang gue lagi kenyang banget. but apa boleh dikata sometimes gue jadi nga enak kalo dia tanya di depan boss gue. apalagi kalo istri boss gue dateng.mau ngamau kenyang nga kenyang suka nga suka gue telen juga. kenapa seh yang makan gue yang laper gue yang kenyang gue apa urusannya ama lo kenapa juga harus urusin gue mau makan apa kaga.. bikin gue bt kalo udah yang satu ini.padahal hanya masalah sepele saja.hanya soal makan doang aja begini .satu lagi yang gue nga suka dari ini cw suka nyuruh2 banget. itu kerjaan dia nape juga nga dia kerjain, hanya kalo istri boss si judy dateng aja baru rajin. huh! mau seenaknya aja ... satu lagi ada si siao ti orang dapur namanya en en sebenernya anaknya baik tapi orangnya terlalu tegas dan agak judes. dan yach memang gue ga terlalu deket juga ama dia mungkin juga karena dia kerja didapur dan gue di luar dan waktu untuk ngobrol itu lebih jarang kecuali waktu makan doang. and gue juga orang baru disana jadi kan nga enak kalo seeenaknya main ngomong2 aja asal ceplas ceplos.. yach gitu deh .... selama 1 bulan yang gue rasaain selama kerja disana... satu lagi .. restaurant ini banyak banget artis yang dateng,,, astaga ketemu artis taiwan terus de gue ... hehhe tapi artisnya artis sinetron banyakkan yang dateng makan disana. yang cukup menyenangkan lagi .. selain gaji nya nga gd gd banget menurut gue, but my boss will give me tips kalo selama 1 hari itu pendapatannya sudah melebihi target.. lumayan kan..hehe.. yach sekrang gue lagi di warnet ama firman.. biasa deh kalo ke warnet selama liburan malam2 yach always ama si firman mana mungkin gue sendirian.. kecuali kalo gue lagi kerja siangnya gue main warnet nya itu di dekat tempat kerjanya gue sendiri.. cuma rada mahal.. gini dulu ahh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-112282195707172453?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/112282195707172453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=112282195707172453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/112282195707172453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/112282195707172453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2005/07/summer-job.html' title='summer job'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-111363918629522887</id><published>2005-04-16T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T16:13:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterm</title><content type='html'>wahhh. next week, ngaterasa udah deket banget.gua rasanya belom belajar apa apa.&lt;br /&gt;gue mau bikin keluhan gue.soalnya gue ngatau mau ngeluh kesiapa lagi nih.bisa2 orang yg gue kasih keluhan gue ikutan gila lagi.mungkin dia bisa2 malah lompat lagi dari gedung.HOHOHOH&lt;br /&gt;senin ujian 2.susahnya bukan main itu pelajaran.ditambah lagi semalam dapet telp katanya senin malam mau diskusi kelompok.wow face to the death. OMG... gila deh.berarti dalam waktu dekat harus belajar.Drama literature.. mau diskusi 2 Drama, satu pun belom gue baca ngerti intinya pun kaga.masuk kelas juga kaga.gawat bgt deh.ditambah lagi ujian english literature, 2novel beserta norton wow..amazing.ditambah lagi ujian yin tung yi cien kang. bagus deh... satupun belom ada yang nempel diotak gue... beginilah nasib2.... anak malas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-111363918629522887?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/111363918629522887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=111363918629522887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111363918629522887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111363918629522887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2005/04/midterm.html' title='Midterm'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-111180946378228747</id><published>2005-03-26T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T11:57:43.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March,25 2005</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy now (especially yesterday and tomorrow). I went to the city to have our all you can eat lunch. I went with my roommate and my classmate cameo. We share our stuff together as a big family. After that, we went to looking for the room, the room where they will live for the next semester. OMG I was so tired yesterday, but I was so happy. We arrived at school about 5.45 pm. Then, you now what happen? I slept from 8.00pm until 10.00am.  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-111180946378228747?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/111180946378228747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=111180946378228747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111180946378228747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111180946378228747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2005/03/march25-2005.html' title='March,25 2005'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-111138152970028671</id><published>2005-03-21T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:03:18.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The four-letter word everyone longs to hear&lt;br /&gt;To have that special someone whisper it in your ear&lt;br /&gt;We wait our whole lives for the real thing&lt;br /&gt;Many times mistaking what was only a fling&lt;br /&gt;When you find that someone, you'll know it's real&lt;br /&gt;Because in your heart, it will be love you feel&lt;br /&gt;When you look in their eyes and feel your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;You'll know it's the love that is never fleeting&lt;br /&gt;Unselfishly you give your heart...&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and praying it will not be torn apart&lt;br /&gt;If ever this love proves not to be true&lt;br /&gt;He'll leave with something belonging to you&lt;br /&gt;A part of your heart forever he'll take&lt;br /&gt;You will get over this, for your own sake&lt;br /&gt;After all, you must still go on&lt;br /&gt;For it is not your whole heart that is gone&lt;br /&gt;Many believe in love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;If you find that someone, hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;Work on the relationship to make it grow&lt;br /&gt;And in time you will know&lt;br /&gt;If this is the love, you've waited your life for&lt;br /&gt;You will never want or need... anything more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-111138152970028671?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-111119365915869508</id><published>2005-03-19T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:04:28.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Without Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friends Without Faces&lt;br /&gt;(And Some That Do)&lt;br /&gt;We site, we type, and we stare at our screensm&lt;br /&gt;we all have to wonder, what this possibly means.&lt;br /&gt;With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze&lt;br /&gt;looking for sometimes or someone, as we sit in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;We chat with each other, we type all our woes.&lt;br /&gt;Small groups we do form, and gang up our foes.&lt;br /&gt;We wait for somebody, to type out our name.&lt;br /&gt;We want recognition, but it is always the same.&lt;br /&gt;We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt.&lt;br /&gt;In "MYTH", we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.&lt;br /&gt;We do form friendships -but- why we don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it on screen, we can be so bold&lt;br /&gt;Telling our secrets, that have never been told.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind&lt;br /&gt;With those we can't see, as though we were blind.&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.&lt;br /&gt;We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.&lt;br /&gt;We can't tell real people, but tell someone we trust.&lt;br /&gt;So we turn to the computer, and to those we can trust.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is crazy, the turth still remains&lt;br /&gt;They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-111119365915869508?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/111119365915869508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=111119365915869508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111119365915869508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111119365915869508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2005/03/friend-without-face.html' title='Friend Without Face'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-111099437261520590</id><published>2005-03-18T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:04:53.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;that's wtz u mean you love me?you care of me? anything for me? what you have to do?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone leave... is it terrified? is it pants? oh man.. i'm so kanckered. i'm just a wonker. plz give me full of beans.&lt;br /&gt;get stuffed all plz.... don't disturb me.. i'm overstress person.&lt;br /&gt;just dissapointed.. Everyone leave.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-111099437261520590?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/111099437261520590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=111099437261520590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111099437261520590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111099437261520590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2005/03/why.html' title='Why???'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-111089137215069776</id><published>2005-03-15T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:05:13.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Guitarist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The old guitarist, 1903 by Pablo Picasso worked with loneliness and sorrowful themes. He used dark backgrounds with hazy color. The hazy color on the top of the old man’s head gives the expression of the full moon in the cold night. The glow of the moon becomes closer to the window and illuminates the room. Moreover, there is nobody around and his look is lonely expression and poor. The torn clothes on his thin body and the emaciated face describe him as a sorrowful man. The fact that he holds his guitar, means that he always loves his guitar and never leaves his guitar until the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;The painter emphasizes the picture at ear, eyes and turn down his head. He draws the ear with thick line and closes his eyes that is mean he is blind and plays the guitar and follows his heart and listen to the melody of the sound. In addition, dark expression of this picture emphasizes night; therefore, the guitarist never knows which condition he plays the guitar. He does not know noon or night. The body explains the poor condition, he does not care about his health and he prefers to play his guitar all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-111089137215069776?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/111089137215069776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=111089137215069776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111089137215069776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111089137215069776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2005/03/old-guitarist.html' title='The Old Guitarist'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-111026465580491392</id><published>2005-03-08T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:06:13.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know You're Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't give me that expression&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know you anymore&lt;br /&gt;If have to choose&lt;br /&gt;Rather you few months ago&lt;br /&gt;The one yourself look like&lt;br /&gt;The one i comfortable with&lt;br /&gt;I know you're tired&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to be the perfect&lt;br /&gt;Hope it want be forever you&lt;br /&gt;Coz' I really miss ...You when you just be yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-111026465580491392?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/111026465580491392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=111026465580491392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111026465580491392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111026465580491392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-know-youre-tired.html' title='I know You&apos;re Tired'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-111026425181981283</id><published>2005-03-08T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:06:27.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Said A Prayer For You Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I said a Prayer for you today,&lt;br /&gt;I know that our Lord heard.&lt;br /&gt;And asked that he would bless you,&lt;br /&gt;As He promised in his word.&lt;br /&gt;~@~@~@~&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask for wealth or glory,&lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for God to send you joy,&lt;br /&gt;And lend a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;~@~@~@~&lt;br /&gt;I asked that He surround you,&lt;br /&gt;With his love and constant care,&lt;br /&gt;To give you health and bless you,&lt;br /&gt;With friends who will be there.&lt;br /&gt;~@~@~@~&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for comfort for you,&lt;br /&gt;For peace of mind,&lt;br /&gt;and then...I asked that He remind you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray for you...again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-111026425181981283?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/111026425181981283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=111026425181981283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111026425181981283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111026425181981283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-said-prayer-for-you-today.html' title='I Said A Prayer For You Today'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-111026367913936821</id><published>2005-03-08T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:06:51.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Love Someone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If You Love SomeoneAuthor: UnknownHere are times in life...When the person you will love,For the rest of your life.Walks into your life.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, just sometimes...You hurt that person,You push them away.Not meaning to,But you do.&lt;br /&gt;Because you do this...You lose that person,They walk away.&lt;br /&gt;At times...You are afraid,&lt;br /&gt;To go on, after this.But what choice do you have?&lt;br /&gt;All you can do...Is hope that one day,If that person really was the one.You will meet again.&lt;br /&gt;And if, just by chance...You get that second chance,Remember the past.Learn from your mistakes,And never let them happen again.&lt;br /&gt;And by doing this...You will find out,That a lifetime of happiness awaits.If kisses were water, I'd give u a sea,If hugs were leaves, I'd give u a tree,If spaces were love, I'd give eternity,And if u are true and sincere to me,I'll keep all my love just for thee.&lt;br /&gt;And every morning when you open your eyes,Tell yourself that it is special.&lt;br /&gt;Every day, every minute,Every second is a gift from God.You've got to dance like nobody's watching,And love like it's never going to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;People say true friends must always hold hands,But true friends don't need to hold handsBecause they know the otherHand will always be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-111026367913936821?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/111026367913936821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=111026367913936821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111026367913936821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111026367913936821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-you-love-someone.html' title='If You Love Someone.'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-111025454639379821</id><published>2005-03-08T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:07:13.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEDIH Hari Ini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pukul 10.30Am.ada orang tak dikenal menelpon nanyanya aneh2 pula, ternyata dia seorang sales man. bikin bt banget.padahal gue masih mimpi.tiba2 temen gue telp kalo guru pelajaran sastra gue kasih cia cien buat tambahan murid, akhirnya gua buru2 bangun tanpa mandi hanya sikat gigi dan cuci muka lalu gua meluncur kesana beserta sepeda gue yang bangku joknya basah.sampe celana jeans gue basah juga. sampe sana jam 1045Am.Taunya tuh guru lagi ngajar karena gue ngaenak hati masuk kelasnya akhirnya gue menunggu didepan sampe 45menit.setalah menunggu sekian lama gue liat gurunya keluar kelas dan anehnya gue malah kabur liat tuh guru lalu masuk kelas.kalo udah begitu mau minta cia cien sama siapa? akhirnya gue keluar lagi cari itu guru tapi gurunya sudah menghilang entah kemana.Dengan kecil hati dan sedih gue ambil sepeda gue lagi lalu gue balik ke asrama.Mungkin Tuhan ngamau gue untuk ambil pelajaran sastra anak2 ini.Walaupun gue hanya dapet 19 sks.dikit bgt kan.tapi apa boleh buat.moga2 aja semester ini gue bisa lebih santai.Sedih bgt nih.pengen bareng2 ambil pelajaran ama temen2 tapi gue always dapet sendiri kelasnya.kan kalo ada apa apa gue susah untuk bertanya.Sudahlah emang lagi kurang beruntung gue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-111025454639379821?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/111025454639379821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=111025454639379821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111025454639379821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111025454639379821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2005/03/sedih-hari-ini.html' title='SEDIH Hari Ini'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-111020346830364887</id><published>2005-03-07T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:09:54.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudah Terjawab</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seorang wanita datang ke seorang pastor dan berkata,&lt;br /&gt;"Romo, saya punya dua ekor beo betina yang pinter bicara,namun sayangnya, yang mereka omongkan cuma..'hai, kami cewe gatel, mau maen engga..' gitu romo.."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya..ampun.., kalau begitu kirim saja kedua beo anda itu ke rumah saya..di rumah, saya juga punya dua beo jantan..namun jangan khawatir, mereka selalu saya latih puja dan puji tuhan danitulah yang selalu mereka ucapkan. pasti kedua beo betina-mu itu akanterpengaruh dan berubah bunyinya.."&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah,si wanita mengirimkan kedua beonya dan mereka ditempatkan dalamkandang yang sama dengan kedua beo milik si pastor.Ketika dilihat oleh si wanita, kedua beo pastur itu salah satu kaki merekamenggenggam rosario dan tidak henti-hentinya melantunkan puja puji. Dia tenangdan pergi.. Saat kedua beo milik wanita itu dimasukkan, keduanya langsung berkata. "hai, kami cewe gatel... mau maen engga..?"&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu beo milik pastor langsung melirik beo jantan satunya dan berkata...&lt;br /&gt;"Buang rosario-mu... Doa kita sudah terjawab.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-111020346830364887?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/111020346830364887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=111020346830364887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111020346830364887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/111020346830364887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2005/03/sudah-terjawab.html' title='Sudah Terjawab'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-109782264939016240</id><published>2004-10-15T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:10:15.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ini hari ngatau cobaan apalagi yang diberikan kepada kita&lt;br /&gt;pagi2 angin berdesir kencang sekali, siang2 jam 12 ada gempa yang amat besar&lt;br /&gt;gue yang habis siakhe, sampe shock karena satu gedung goyang semuanya&lt;br /&gt;sesampainya dikamar dapet surat dari my mom yang isinya foto pernikahan best friend gue.&lt;br /&gt;nga disangka kalo kita2 ini umur semakin hari semakin bertambah tua.&lt;br /&gt;mau makan malas bgt keluarnya ..naik sepeda juga malas yang ada gue diriup angin deh.&lt;br /&gt;jatoh2nya pagi roti siang roti deh.ampe eneg bgt gue ama yang namanya roti.&lt;br /&gt;padahal gue lagi ngidam bgt ama yang namanya mie hualien siang yang beraroma cabenya hmnnn&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya gue tidur2an but gue juga ngabisa tidur. paling sebel kalo mau tidur gue nya ngabisa bobo&lt;br /&gt;mau belajar malas.main comp malas.mau bobo ngabisa.ngatau deh maunya ngapain.&lt;br /&gt;belakangan ini nga tau kenapa,, gue merasa hidup nga ada artinya.&lt;br /&gt;tapi nape orang bilang kok gue terlihat happy2 aja. aneh..&lt;br /&gt;angin... lo bertiup kencang sekali.. ada apa kah engkau gerangan?&lt;br /&gt;angin..angin.. angin jangan kenceng2 dong gue ampe kebawa elo waktu naik sepeda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-109782264939016240?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/109782264939016240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=109782264939016240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/109782264939016240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/109782264939016240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2004/10/angin.html' title='Angin'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-109775545648146086</id><published>2004-10-15T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:15:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apa sih artinya hidup ini?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ini hari pergi makan ama layla.. temen kamar gue&lt;br /&gt;kita cerita2 lumayan banyak deh.&lt;br /&gt;pulang2 dibikin bt ama comp.. taunya mudah bgt hanya dengan restart kembali.&lt;br /&gt;comp gue pulih lagi deh.&lt;br /&gt;padahal gue udah kesel bgt. sight!&lt;br /&gt;biarkan semuanya berlalu deh....&lt;br /&gt;besok harus cia you lagi... nape hidup begini2 aja&lt;br /&gt;membosankan&lt;br /&gt;sebenernya disini lumayan enak.. tapi gue bosan bgt ama kehidupan dipegunungan&lt;br /&gt;gue masih muda.. tapi lewatin hidup dengan tanpa arti dan makna&lt;br /&gt;tiap hari kegiatan yang nga jauh beda.. sangkhe pulang makan tidur, main comp.. tiap hari sama sama saja..&lt;br /&gt;disini i'm alone.. siapa pula yang bisa bantuin gue disini.&lt;br /&gt;semuanya serba sendiri....&lt;br /&gt;co pun jauh.. temen juga jauh... kasihan bgt nasib gue ini..&lt;br /&gt;selama ini gue bisa enjoy hidup gue main2 seneng2.. tapi datang twn semuanya berubah 180 derajat..&lt;br /&gt;kadang2 gue berpikir siapakah diriku?&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana gue bisa seperti ini?&lt;br /&gt;stress... all of this just my darkness...&lt;br /&gt;tiap hari mau mengeluh... but entah siapa yang bisa mendengar keluhan dan bisikan gue ini&lt;br /&gt;far away... far away from home....&lt;br /&gt;apa seh artinya hidup ini? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-109775545648146086?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/109775545648146086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=109775545648146086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/109775545648146086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/109775545648146086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2004/10/apa-sih-artinya-hidup-ini.html' title='apa sih artinya hidup ini?'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-109774118561749453</id><published>2004-10-15T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:10:43.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ngantuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hari ini pelajaran semuanya ngeboringin.&lt;br /&gt;gue ngantuk bgt sampe nga bisa konsen.&lt;br /&gt;sekarang pulang computer error...&lt;br /&gt;masa gue ketik nga keluar tulisan apa apa.&lt;br /&gt;hisannya yang gue ketik. moues baru bisa keluar&lt;br /&gt;tulisannya yang gue ketik.&lt;br /&gt;bt.. bikin gue kesel aja..&lt;br /&gt;computer kenapa kamu???&lt;br /&gt;&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/8701233-109774118561749453?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/109774118561749453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=109774118561749453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/109774118561749453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/109774118561749453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2004/10/ngantuk.html' title='ngantuk'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-109768077026101779</id><published>2004-10-13T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:11:09.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwell/how about my life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All day staring at the ceiling making friends with shadow on my wall. all nighti'm hearing voices telling me that i should get some sleep; becoz, tommorow might be gud for something.&lt;br /&gt;hold on....i'm feeling like i'm heared for a breakdown,&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not crazy, i'm just a little unwell.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them whisper, and it make me think it'll be something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;talking in my sleep, pretty soon they'll come to get me, they will be taking me away..&lt;br /&gt;out of all the hour thinking...somehow.. I lost my mind..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-109768077026101779?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/109768077026101779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=109768077026101779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/109768077026101779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/109768077026101779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2004/10/unwellhow-about-my-life.html' title='unwell/how about my life..'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-109767881786412190</id><published>2004-10-13T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:11:29.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I dunno why?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what will i do?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno wtz going on?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno wtz will happen?&lt;br /&gt;why??? why??? why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're so mean - I think we should try&lt;br /&gt;I think I could need - this in my life&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just scared - do I talk too much&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong -it's a problem I'm dealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've already lost you.&lt;br /&gt;I think you're already gone.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm finally scared now&lt;br /&gt;I like a bird are staying in the cave&lt;br /&gt;flying alone in the darkness...&lt;br /&gt;All that I think!!!!!!&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/8701233-109767881786412190?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/109767881786412190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=109767881786412190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/109767881786412190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/109767881786412190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-think.html' title='I think....'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-109766033865527197</id><published>2004-10-13T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:11:48.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enaknya mie Hualien siang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;setelah 1 mingu gue pengen bgt makan mienya hualien siang&lt;br /&gt;baru hari ini kesampean.tiap kali mau makan kesana nga ada yang mau temenin&lt;br /&gt;jadinya gue selalu makan ditempat lain bersama mereka..,but today.gue menikmati banget makannya&lt;br /&gt;beli bungkus bawa pulang.sambil main comp baca bbs.. ternyata banyak berita yang gue lewatin.&lt;br /&gt;sedihnya.. hari ini cape deh.&lt;br /&gt;kelas jam 9 malam baru over. moga2 aja ini hari gurunya nga ngeboringin gue.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.udah ah.. gue lagi ngamau mengeluh..&lt;br /&gt;whatever i do, Everything will be ok.... hmnnnn:P&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/8701233-109766033865527197?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/109766033865527197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=109766033865527197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/109766033865527197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701233/posts/default/109766033865527197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/2004/10/enaknya-mie-hualien-siang.html' title='Enaknya mie Hualien siang'/><author><name>Trancenity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06155083755669584671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701233.post-109765976493324109</id><published>2004-10-13T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:14:21.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;today... is my 1st time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;do my own thinking ang make my own decisio&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701233-109765976493324109?l=meyliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meyliana.blogspot.com/feeds/109765976493324109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701233&amp;postID=109765976493324109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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