<?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-8804409735245359002</id><updated>2011-07-31T17:05:59.342+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet as Honey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devinardelia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804409735245359002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devinardelia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>devinardelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282811775146037734</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804409735245359002.post-1846674961818136642</id><published>2010-09-13T23:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:06:35.059+07:00</updated><title type='text'>opening part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i am in my room right now. i turned the lamp off. it's dark here and i'm alone. it's midnight. i can't sleep, my brain kept on processing what just happened this afternoon. i can't forget that notes that i found in my locker. it wrote : "hi. i love you. T" it made me thinking about it all day. i can't concentrate anymore. it makes me flying flying and curious. i wonder who sent me that notes. i can't believe someone is having a crush on me. oh my gosh, i fall in LOVE.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i think i slept at 2 o'clock. i feel dizzy this morning. well, every time i sleep after 12 o'clock, i always feel dizzy. wake up in the morning, taking a bath, breakfast in hurry and go to school. well, my school isn't too far, but the horrible traffic jam often makes me late and i have to jump through the gate. i don't like jumping like that. that's not me. but, i have to do it to enter the school. the guard hates me very much, i know it. i think he bore writing my name on the late-book. (LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;break time, i go to the canteen with my friend, Abigail, then we take our lunch and sit at the table near the window. looking out through the window, i see a guy. well, he's handsome. tall, and perfectly cool. blonde hair, nice face, tall. ah, every girls will fall in love with him i think. he's totally caught my eyes. i will keep on looking at him unless Abigail punch my hand. and when i look outside again, he's gone. i stand up and looking around, maybe he's in this canteen but i don't see the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after break, i go to biology lab. i sit alone. Abigail is not in this class, she has to go home because her mother goes into hospital. i can't concentrate, i'm thinking about the notes that "T" gave me and that boy. i think about them. i think there's a relation between two of them. it's making me confuse actually. i am thinking about that boy i saw at canteen and the door opened. that guy enters the room! oh my! i'm so glad he's in this class! and he walks toward my desk. Mrs. Darbee asked him to sit next to me and he just nod and walk to my desk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804409735245359002-1846674961818136642?l=devinardelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devinardelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1846674961818136642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devinardelia.blogspot.com/2010/09/opening-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804409735245359002/posts/default/1846674961818136642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804409735245359002/posts/default/1846674961818136642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devinardelia.blogspot.com/2010/09/opening-part-1.html' title='opening part 1'/><author><name>devinardelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282811775146037734</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-8804409735245359002.post-3916614838192258674</id><published>2010-09-13T23:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:40:20.331+07:00</updated><title type='text'>returned! *LMAO as hot topic. haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;umm, ternyata saya punya blog. dan blog ini lama tak terpakai dan di urus. LMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;laptop masih inget aja lagi. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;umm, okay. i'll try to write everything. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;holiday sucks. &gt;&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ga ada kerjaan banget deh ini di rumah, cuma ol doang. dari pagi, brenti sore. malem, lanjut ampe midnight. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"i want a superb holiday. :(("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;twitter!!! ahahaha. ini lagi sering nge tweet. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;dari yang cuma 400 skarang jadi 1000 plus plus. LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;oh iya, LMAO mengingatkan daku sama boyke (yang punya blog : mylifeasboy.blogspot.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;boyke itu kek demen sama lmao gitu skrang. gara" waktu lagi twitteran, i used those words and he laughed by himself because he thought that the meanings is funny. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;bytheway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i'm listening to BoA - My Electronic Piano. ada ASEREHE? =="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;oh my gosh, pas denger kek langsung keingetan jaman dulu aserehe jadi trend. LMAO. dancenya masih inget loh #bangga. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;lanjut tentang LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tadi waktu nge-tweet sama krishna, dy kek nanya gitu apa LMAO. me answer : laugh my ass off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;then he tweeted : oh *membayangkan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;that boy's mind is contaminated i think. hmmm.. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;nothing to say. and i think, blog ini brantakan. =="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ah, got to learn how to blog nicely with boyq mbek. LMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;salam LEMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(devinardelia)&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/8804409735245359002-3916614838192258674?l=devinardelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devinardelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3916614838192258674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devinardelia.blogspot.com/2010/09/returned-lmao-as-hot-topic-haha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804409735245359002/posts/default/3916614838192258674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804409735245359002/posts/default/3916614838192258674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devinardelia.blogspot.com/2010/09/returned-lmao-as-hot-topic-haha.html' title='returned! *LMAO as hot topic. haha!'/><author><name>devinardelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282811775146037734</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804409735245359002.post-6964763987349221821</id><published>2009-11-01T13:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:20:43.018+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sedih, kisah cintaku ini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;entahlah, gw ga tw apa yang ada di pikiran gw skarang ini,, mencintai dy hanya bisa membuat gw sakit ati.. wew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;dy nda mungkin suka sma gw skrang" ini ato mungkin untuk slamanya..&lt;br /&gt;gw ska sma dia at the first sight gtuu n untuk bbrapa saat, gw rada" optimis bhwa dy suka gw karena dy salting gtu klo di les, n gw mncoba untuk ngedeketin dy.. mungkin gw terlalu over act sehingga dari situlah gw merasa bahwa gw adalah seorang disturber yang meng-disturb hidup dy..&lt;br /&gt;dy pernah bilang klo cewe susah ditebak.. hmmmm,, menurut gw,, cowolah yang susah ditebak.. (-.-")&lt;br /&gt;kyknya gw hoping too much sma dy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,, temen" gw pada bilang k gw klo dy suka sma gw,, tpi mreka ga punya bukti yagn kuat tntang hal itu.. smakin mreka bilang bgitu,, yang ada gw malah merasa tmbah optimis n hope gw muncul lagi.. tpi dengan caranya bgitu,, gw ga ykin klo he is really the on i've been searching for.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n sekarang,, pilihan gw semakin rumit, apakah gw harus melupakan dy, menguburnya dlam" bersama dengan poop gw (supaya bsa dikluarin secara bertahap setiap hari) ato gw harus menjaga perasaan itu dan menguburnya dlam" bersama hati gw (supaya terus bertahan di hati mpe gw bisa mncintai seseorang lagi..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm,,, any suggestion??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804409735245359002-6964763987349221821?l=devinardelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devinardelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6964763987349221821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devinardelia.blogspot.com/2009/10/sedih-kisah-cintaku-ini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804409735245359002/posts/default/6964763987349221821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804409735245359002/posts/default/6964763987349221821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devinardelia.blogspot.com/2009/10/sedih-kisah-cintaku-ini.html' title='sedih, kisah cintaku ini'/><author><name>devinardelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01282811775146037734</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></feed>
