<?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-3312510557195147002</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:06:04.973-08:00</updated><category term='end'/><category term='story'/><category term='corporation'/><category term='idea'/><category term='newlife'/><category term='summer'/><category term='survive'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='celoteh'/><category term='design'/><category term='alone'/><category term='winter'/><category term='model'/><category term='...'/><title type='text'>Tasya said</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-8656512470339453190</id><published>2008-06-28T18:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:50:12.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>08.25</title><content type='html'>gw,posting blog ini lwt hp.. tiduRan.Masih PaKe BaJu Yang KemaRen,Rambut acaK2an,mata benGKaK,Pusing,sKT Ht gw..SaNGKin saKitnYA,gw tahan untuK NaNGis.MaKin lama gw hiduP,Gw ngeRASa maKin ga da gunanYA.malahan,gw rasa smangat gw da ga tau kemana.MunGKin ga da sama sekali.. Skg jam  08.25 hari yg sm sprti kmrn2..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-8656512470339453190?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8656512470339453190/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=8656512470339453190' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/8656512470339453190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/8656512470339453190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/06/0825.html' title='08.25'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-8508953943984776636</id><published>2008-06-28T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:39:49.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>So down</title><content type='html'>Ga ngerti,makin lama gw idup,makin g kuat gw ngejalaninya.Dah hampir gila kyanya gw! Skg,gw da smgt lg mw ngejalanin apaun.. gw benci bgt sm dia!Benci banget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-8508953943984776636?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8508953943984776636/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=8508953943984776636' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/8508953943984776636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/8508953943984776636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-down.html' title='So down'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-3761421722971116134</id><published>2008-06-10T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:22:13.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newlife'/><title type='text'>new college</title><content type='html'>finally, I'll entry new college in trisakti. faculty of design comunication visual :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-3761421722971116134?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3761421722971116134/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=3761421722971116134' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/3761421722971116134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/3761421722971116134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-college.html' title='new college'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-7444543251015932507</id><published>2008-06-10T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:28:12.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><title type='text'>NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SE8lTLuHAUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5mlALr-jbKE/s1600-h/picture+(51).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SE8lTLuHAUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5mlALr-jbKE/s320/picture+(51).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210424305384882498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I HATE HIM RITE NOW! he hurted me. and I wanna he let go away from me. although, I'm still love him till whenever. But I hate him s much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-7444543251015932507?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7444543251015932507/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=7444543251015932507' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/7444543251015932507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/7444543251015932507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/06/now.html' title='NOW'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SE8lTLuHAUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5mlALr-jbKE/s72-c/picture+(51).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-4704632136079529983</id><published>2008-05-20T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:34:41.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Aku akan terus seperti ini sampai kapanpun</title><content type='html'>teman..bantu gue yah supaya gue bisa,gue sanggup buat nyimpen smua apa yang gue rasain sekarang tntg seseorang yg ga pernah tau apa yg gue rasain sekarang. walawpun begitu, dia tau gue ada rasa terhadapnya.ada cinta yang slalu bilang pada jiwa ini, "get u're spirit up TASYA!" dia slalu bilang itu pada hati gue yg smangkin beku akannya. dia bilang, " although u are alone but I'm still with u now. and no leave u aNYMore" terus,gue diem sejenak. lama'',hati gue sakit..dan sakit itu yg slalu ngingetin gue sama hal''indah tentang apa yg menjadi obsesi gue selama ini. pikiran gue sering dibuat sedih dan terkadang cape sm apa obsesi gue dan berujung sakit. tapi, itulah resiko gue yg harus gue terima. gue cmn bisa terima,nangis then I can't do anything for him. gue j=cmn bs berharap..berharap dan selalu berharap smua akan baik''aja seperti kmrn''.temen''.. gue disini buat kalian, begitu juga sebaliknya. gue disini butuh lo smua.butuh smgt''lo smua dan smua yg udh temen''lakuin ke gue itu berarti bgt buat hati dan jiwa gue yg udh hampir membeku. dia yg slalu gue syg..slalu gue pikirin kemana aja gue prgi. cmn dia yg skg ada di stiap apa yg gue lakuin. gue tau, gue bisa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-4704632136079529983?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4704632136079529983/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=4704632136079529983' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/4704632136079529983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/4704632136079529983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/05/aku-akan-terus-seperti-ini-sampai.html' title='Aku akan terus seperti ini sampai kapanpun'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-8775261460777399951</id><published>2008-05-09T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:16:39.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survive'/><title type='text'>survive with brokenly</title><content type='html'>although I Know I hate to say this, I will to holding out. and try to forget all I have and my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, what happend with him. but, he look different than yesterday. I don't know why, he didn't gave me a reasons for that. maybe I made mistake with him, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But I receive what I'm getting now. maybe, he not my true love for me. huh.. I hate to say this.&lt;br /&gt;what happend with him ? godness.. give me power for faced this prob. in order that I can fixed smile :) I believe,that many still people caring me. that can survive with brokenly. tht's not prob.. o,yah. GOOD MORNING WORLD !! ;) I WILL DO THE BEST FOR ALL MY LIFE. SURVIVE..SURVIE..AND SMILE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-8775261460777399951?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8775261460777399951/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=8775261460777399951' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/8775261460777399951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/8775261460777399951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/05/survive-with-brokenly.html' title='survive with brokenly'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-3400828060277411350</id><published>2008-05-09T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:28:13.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>waiting for nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SCRiaXLANvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f52etyHnQm0/s1600-h/song+for+mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SCRiaXLANvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f52etyHnQm0/s320/song+for+mama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198388074928682738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody can't feel what I'm feeling now.I just can wait..and waiting for nothing . &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-3400828060277411350?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3400828060277411350/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=3400828060277411350' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/3400828060277411350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/3400828060277411350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/05/waiting-for-nothing.html' title='waiting for nothing'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SCRiaXLANvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f52etyHnQm0/s72-c/song+for+mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-2884989218484731795</id><published>2008-05-08T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:05:08.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>friendship and love</title><content type='html'>I believe, friendship is more strong than love.. I don't know why, I just feel my heart has closed to another boy's.  like not be pretanding anymore. I can be my self again.  but the problem, I like don't want have relationship anymore.what the real means of love? bulshit. there's nothing special with that words. just sadness, unfaithfull, and broken. that's means real of love. that's it what I knew. and nothing special anymore. aproximately, I wanna cry if  I told about this topic but I also can't do anything.I want to know what the real answears! T_T &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-2884989218484731795?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2884989218484731795/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=2884989218484731795' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/2884989218484731795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/2884989218484731795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/05/friendship-and-love.html' title='friendship and love'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-7755926777687724824</id><published>2008-05-07T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T06:03:28.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>I'm so missing him tonight</title><content type='html'>humphhh...tonight, I'm so missing him. and I want to sent him text but I'm afraid to distrub him. ouhh world, I love him so much. I love him till I found what the true love as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt; "AS I CAN"Lol. :D I don't know how if I lose him. and If I leave him. I can't.. but I don't know his feeling complatley to me. how God? How his feelings to me? is good,or nothing. give me the answear please.. hikss.. &lt;br /&gt;God, if I can together with him again, I'll take care. but, if it can't happend. I'll put it in my deep heart. and to continue to admire him. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-7755926777687724824?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7755926777687724824/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=7755926777687724824' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/7755926777687724824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/7755926777687724824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-missing-him-tonight.html' title='I&apos;m so missing him tonight'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-7633653067189131921</id><published>2008-05-07T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:28:13.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>my new hair colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SCGTB5IQ4iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ajrA4_JMjOY/s1600-h/03052008(032).jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SCGTB5IQ4iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ajrA4_JMjOY/s200/03052008(032).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197597105686897186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my new pict.. me with my young brother. I've new hair colour :) like a coper is it.&lt;br /&gt;I really like with my new hair colour. although I know, that no long anymore.. huh. but,I'm survive it.Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-7633653067189131921?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7633653067189131921/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=7633653067189131921' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/7633653067189131921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/7633653067189131921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-hair-colour.html' title='my new hair colour'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SCGTB5IQ4iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ajrA4_JMjOY/s72-c/03052008(032).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-7297045861347825117</id><published>2008-05-03T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T16:49:02.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>tonight</title><content type='html'>I don't know why. I'm so borring and feel sadness come's to me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;usually,I can smile and always laugh with everything what I did in saturday night.but,tonight I'm so borring. suddenly,I've got text from the person who I love.&lt;br /&gt;he asking me "what are u doing there?" huh. Just smile than I reply. "I don't do anything here. just stay at home and watching TV" I don't want to lose him.. sure.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave him in oneday. I'm still love him till right now. but,maybe he not understand what I mean. but, that more great than yesterday. :)&lt;br /&gt;I love u here.. hope to see u in my dream tonight.and no one can distrub my dream about u. &lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-7297045861347825117?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7297045861347825117/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=7297045861347825117' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/7297045861347825117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/7297045861347825117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/05/tonight.html' title='tonight'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-1217736739917653188</id><published>2008-05-03T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T07:24:23.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>finally,I told to him</title><content type='html'>finallyyy......I told to him!!! I LOVE U :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-1217736739917653188?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1217736739917653188/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=1217736739917653188' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/1217736739917653188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/1217736739917653188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/05/finallyi-told-to-him.html' title='finally,I told to him'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-7258940340880124142</id><published>2008-04-29T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:45:41.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>valuable part of our experience in the school</title><content type='html'>when the first time I've first class..&lt;br /&gt;when the first time I've new friends..&lt;br /&gt;so close, warm and hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;when the first time I've seen my new teacher's&lt;br /&gt;so close.. and friendly with us.&lt;br /&gt;someone the oldest one year then me say "hello.."&lt;br /&gt;and I'm so appreciated. and I'm hello too.&lt;br /&gt;she told me how to get many friend here. and I'm listing how..&lt;br /&gt;she told me, I must;&lt;br /&gt;smile, friendly, can do everything what they like, clever. and also don't be shy girl.then I told back to her. "why I must do that?"&lt;br /&gt;than she shake my hand and said" coz I want u get the best here.and to be my bestfried" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-7258940340880124142?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7258940340880124142/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=7258940340880124142' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/7258940340880124142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/7258940340880124142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/04/valuable-part-of-our-experience-in.html' title='valuable part of our experience in the school'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-2106825176548889915</id><published>2008-04-29T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:24:27.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><title type='text'>life between imagination</title><content type='html'>life would be a colorless thing if man not been given an imagination. imagination it is that can fill an empty room with people or put instant grass on a shoot filled or buil a city on the moon. imagination can pluck a person right out of his chair and set him down on a mountain.it can make him laugh or cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-2106825176548889915?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2106825176548889915/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=2106825176548889915' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/2106825176548889915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/2106825176548889915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-between-imagination.html' title='life between imagination'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-2542662539420695263</id><published>2008-04-29T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:16:26.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Tasya,Marine and Josh</title><content type='html'>Tasya  :Sorry,Boss.to interrupt, but u wanted to get these off.&lt;br /&gt;Marine :you're feeling okay?&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  : Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Marine : well, that, very likely is the finish of u're Job.&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  :Now what?&lt;br /&gt;Marine :Now u should get another Joob from me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  :then they get one half hour of little ol'me! huh.I've checked everything again and again and everything should be all right.&lt;br /&gt;Marine : it certain and should u do that okay.&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  : okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh   : is there anything I can do for you, sya?&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  : Ah,nothing. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Josh   : what happend with your face?&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  : why? nothing happend at me.&lt;br /&gt;Josh   : when u go to nena's office sya?&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  : why?&lt;br /&gt;Josh   : I'd like to make sure that everything is on schedule. will you do that?&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  : of course.take it easy Josh. I will.&lt;br /&gt;Josh   : thanks sya.thanks very much.&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  : welcome Josh.&lt;br /&gt;Josh   : sya, may I say a word?&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  : of course. what?&lt;br /&gt;Josh   : you look like diffrent than yesterday. what happend with you?have you any problem maybe. u can tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  : ah,nothing happend Josh. nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;Josh   : hei.. you are pretending . it's okay if you don't want to share with me.&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  : I just feel borring with all my Job.&lt;br /&gt;Josh   : that's it??&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  : Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Josh   : that's your hobby and you're Job. and you can take someday for holiday sya.just refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;Tasya  : okay. I accept your idea. thanks Josh, thanks..&lt;br /&gt;Josh   : your welcome sya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-2542662539420695263?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2542662539420695263/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=2542662539420695263' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/2542662539420695263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/2542662539420695263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/04/tasyamarine-and-josh.html' title='Tasya,Marine and Josh'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-6402725103209861833</id><published>2008-04-28T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T07:11:22.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Dia semangatku</title><content type='html'>semuanya dimulai dari sekarang.. dimulai dari apa yang kita buat..&lt;br /&gt;aku berharap,smua yang pernah dan yang aku lakuin kepadanya selalu dia ingat.&lt;br /&gt;semuanya menglir begitu saja.. tanpa ada rasa dan cinta. tanpa ada kejujuran perasaan. entah bagaimana aku menjelaskannaya. 1 kata yang percis denganku. "PECUNDANG" ya,cuman kata itu yang tepat menggambarkan diriku yg lemah akan perasaanku sendiri terhadapnya.aku slalu ingin berusaha semampuku menutupi smuanya. sampai sampai,tak 1 pun org tau tntg itu.bertahan..dan selalu bersabar.. dan ketika smuanya pun harus berakhir,seolah Tuhan ga adil dengan apa yg aku lakukan sebelumnya. entah sampai kapan aku harus menutupi smuanya..entah sampai kapan aku harus diam untuk bersabar.. seolah aku cuma cinta dia.tapi itu smua sangat amat tidak mungkin untuk ku..dan kenyataan. hahaha.. mungkin,aku hanya bisa bercerita &lt;br /&gt;pada kebodohanku sendiri. dan terus mencoba menemukan jawabannya.apa ku harus tinggalkan atau tetap seperti ini. menunggu dan memedam rasa itu sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;dia seperti bayangan bagiku..seperti bayangan yg enggan pergi dariku.. memberi harapan dan slalu ada untukku. tp,smua harapan itu hanyalah kekuatanku untuk tetap bertahan. menunggunya.. atau tidak sama sekali..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-6402725103209861833?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6402725103209861833/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=6402725103209861833' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/6402725103209861833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/6402725103209861833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/04/dia-semangatku.html' title='Dia semangatku'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-1056628472104558173</id><published>2008-04-23T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:56:06.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>underwater photography</title><content type='html'>Underwater photography isn't for everyone. However, lots of people really enjoy it as a hobby, artform or profession. Other's couldn't be bothered with all the equipment hassles and would rather spend their time looking at cool stuff. Nothing wrong with that, but eventually somebody asks, after a dive trip, "what did you see?" and then there is no substitute for photography. A Nik5 and 35mm lens? Many outstanding images have been created with less than that. Of course, a wide lens has lots of advantages underwater. The depth of field is really useful with a manual focus camera and getting close to the subject often results in better color rendition since water absorbs red light so much more quickly than the rest of the spectrum. How about a disposable camera in a housing? Nothing wrong with that. The Fuji Endeavor in an Ikelite housing is a great tool for U/W, without taking a second mortgage out on the ol' homested. A housed SLR? Nice, flexible system. Autofocus. A parallax-free viewfinder. All kinds of lenses at a fraction of what the few available Nikonos lenses cost. Complex and bulky, but attractive nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-1056628472104558173?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1056628472104558173/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=1056628472104558173' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/1056628472104558173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/1056628472104558173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/04/underwater-photography_23.html' title='underwater photography'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-4562414465897367101</id><published>2008-04-23T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:28:13.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='model'/><title type='text'>Agyness Deyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SA7oO-xKCvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tmSPerh8HQI/s1600-h/agyness_deyn_mode_large_qualite_uk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SA7oO-xKCvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tmSPerh8HQI/s200/agyness_deyn_mode_large_qualite_uk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192342764469750514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her real name is Laura Hollins. She plays in a band named Lucky Knitwear. famouse name is Agyness deyn. hair color are blonde. nationality is British (English). eye color,Blue. date of Birth is 1986.Place of Birth, Lancashire, England. Height: 5'10" ; 178cm.&lt;br /&gt;Magazine Covers:&lt;br /&gt;Italy: 'Vogue' - November 2006 &amp;amp; September 2007&lt;br /&gt;Japan: 'Dazed &amp;amp; Confused' - May 2007; 'Spur' - October &amp;amp; November 2007; 'Russh' - December 2007; 'Dazed &amp;amp; Confused' - March 2008&lt;br /&gt;Korea: 'Vogue' - September 2007&lt;br /&gt;UK: 'Vogue' - June 2007; 'i-D' - May 2008&lt;br /&gt;US: 'Pop' - Spring/Summer 2007; 'Vogue' - May 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's so cool!!!! I luv her!SHES ALSO SO EDGY, LUV THE HAIR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-4562414465897367101?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4562414465897367101/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=4562414465897367101' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/4562414465897367101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/4562414465897367101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/04/agyness-deyn.html' title='Agyness Deyn'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SA7oO-xKCvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tmSPerh8HQI/s72-c/agyness_deyn_mode_large_qualite_uk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-8959366964006531042</id><published>2008-04-23T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:23:09.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celoteh'/><title type='text'>wanita malam</title><content type='html'>malam itu, marine berkata" dimana hotel yang kau janjikan itu padaku?" sesungguhnya ia pun tak tahu bagaimana ia akan menuju ke hotel itu. "disana..!" jawab bona menunjuk seenaknya. "disana dimanaa!!" sentak marine yang bergaya bak ratu sejagad. "perempatan, belok kiri. lurus saja lah" jawab bona menyalakan cerutunya itu. "apa nama hotelnya itu? aku ga tau..antarkan aku sebentar!" ucap marine menenteng kopernya, mengerutkan keningnya seolah tak paham dengan malaysia. "akhhh! pergi saja lah sendiri.. sudah ku bilang, perempatan belok kiri. lurus saja. sampai di depan hotel sentral bintang tiga!" jawab tuan muda itu sambil menghitung uang. "ini! bayaran kau buat malam tadi!" marine pun pergi dengan koper dan gaun sabrinanya itu.. dari kejauhan, bona berteriak kepada nya, "jangan bilang kepadanya smalam aku sudah memakai mu!!" marine menoleh dan berpaling ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-8959366964006531042?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8959366964006531042/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=8959366964006531042' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/8959366964006531042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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"can u feel something new,but u don't know what is that..?" and I told to him, "nothing..and I don't want to know that something new." and I continue my step alone and don't want nobody follow me. so,I just keep my emotion, wanna scream but I don't want people knows what I'm feel. someone touching my solder and said, "that's a fact!" and she's go away.. don't know who is she,and wher is she from. I walk follow my heart..and try to be strange girl. I can..and I know I can! I'll try to make my choice a good one. cause,I remember someone told me, I'm satisfied you will. take care,kid." fall or survive..&lt;br /&gt;and I smile, I must be survive without the person hurted me.and try to open my heart to other boy's. but I can't. huh. help me...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-2366954513083800237?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2366954513083800237/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=2366954513083800237' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/2366954513083800237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/2366954513083800237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/04/fact-what-im-feel.html' title='fact what I&apos;m feel'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-6644190372580798793</id><published>2008-04-20T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:54:25.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>poetry, END</title><content type='html'>END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lihat dia, seperti melihat waktu.&lt;br /&gt;seperti dia,melihat aku&lt;br /&gt;aku bukan melihat dia&lt;br /&gt;tapi melihat apa yang aku lihat&lt;br /&gt;akhir dari yang terakhir&lt;br /&gt;yang ada dan yang akhir&lt;br /&gt;dan berakhir...&lt;br /&gt;ku sentuh tapi khayal&lt;br /&gt;ku tau tak dapat ku sentuh&lt;br /&gt;bayang hanya terlihat&lt;br /&gt;seperti nyata tapi semu&lt;br /&gt;pergi takku bayangkan&lt;br /&gt;hidup seperti mati&lt;br /&gt;seperti cepat waktu berjalan&lt;br /&gt;semua mati&lt;br /&gt;akan mati&lt;br /&gt;waktu berhenti&lt;br /&gt;akhir dari yang terakhir..&lt;br /&gt;dan berakhir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-6644190372580798793?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6644190372580798793/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=6644190372580798793' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/6644190372580798793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/6644190372580798793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/04/poetry-end.html' title='poetry, END'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-6340135413864536520</id><published>2008-04-20T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:19:28.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>someone who never back</title><content type='html'>broken is like a rains.. can fall but can't stand again. one thing that I wish in my life has gone.. promise to keep my heart just for him and keep my faith to waiting during my life. I don't know why.. tht love has gone two years ago.but I'm still here to waiting tht love come back to me...all is I need.I believe I can do tht..I believe I can get my true love. all is important for me forever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312510557195147002-6340135413864536520?l=tasyamelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6340135413864536520/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3312510557195147002&amp;postID=6340135413864536520' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312510557195147002/posts/default/6340135413864536520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Selalu ku temukan sosok seseorang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sosok Yang selalu ku harapkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Selau ku lihat sosok seseorang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sosok yang selalu ku nanti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Setiap malam ku temui dirinya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kutemui dalam khayalanku yang indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dan selalu penuh harapan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kepadanya dan untukku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ingin selalu kusentuh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kusentuh sosok indahnya dalam khayalanku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tapi, tak bs ku capai tanganku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Menyentuh sosoknya itu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Inginku selalu berkhayal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dan bertemu sosoknya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dalam mimpi malam ku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tak ingin ku terbangun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Meninggalkan sosok itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Karna ku tau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Itu hayalah mimpi 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href='http://tasyamelia.blogspot.com/2008/04/poetrymimpi-malamku.html' title='poetry,mimpi malamku'/><author><name>Tasya amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280991332125189707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv075aejYI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q6y6mBtaZiY/S220/26122007(084).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312510557195147002.post-1311487773979935125</id><published>2008-04-20T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:28:14.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>poetry, Bintang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skITmiMIQkU/SAv2cJaejaI/AAAAAAAAACg/je3Odv8dXEI/s1600-h/upastair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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