<?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-8171985732971960311</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:44:31.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stacey hutapea.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stacey hutapea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147242293528229558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1y8TaSEHcTg/TGVX0nZ9B7I/AAAAAAAAACo/NZEQQiCuPRA/S220/IMG_0033.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171985732971960311.post-267226800227790950</id><published>2012-01-25T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T08:28:16.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another birthday</title><content type='html'>my last year as a teenager. i just have two wishes this year. 1. get into uni 2. hem.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171985732971960311-267226800227790950?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/267226800227790950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171985732971960311&amp;postID=267226800227790950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/267226800227790950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/267226800227790950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-birthday.html' title='another birthday'/><author><name>stacey hutapea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147242293528229558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1y8TaSEHcTg/TGVX0nZ9B7I/AAAAAAAAACo/NZEQQiCuPRA/S220/IMG_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171985732971960311.post-7786953263311495355</id><published>2012-01-02T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:34:04.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's always been you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I'd write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you'd gone on with your life and I didn't want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn't ever want to lose that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171985732971960311-7786953263311495355?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/7786953263311495355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171985732971960311&amp;postID=7786953263311495355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/7786953263311495355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/7786953263311495355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-always-been-you.html' title='it&apos;s always been you'/><author><name>stacey hutapea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147242293528229558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1y8TaSEHcTg/TGVX0nZ9B7I/AAAAAAAAACo/NZEQQiCuPRA/S220/IMG_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171985732971960311.post-1037782155739481858</id><published>2011-12-24T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:33:56.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every girls has that one guy she always has a crush on, and i'm pretty sure, that mine is you :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171985732971960311-1037782155739481858?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1y8TaSEHcTg/TGVX0nZ9B7I/AAAAAAAAACo/NZEQQiCuPRA/S220/IMG_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171985732971960311.post-7953716948272247537</id><published>2011-11-21T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T05:30:14.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;never thought i would fall to you. there's a part of me that wants to let you in but then i feel myself put up this wall and i don't understand why. &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/8171985732971960311-7953716948272247537?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/7953716948272247537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171985732971960311&amp;postID=7953716948272247537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/7953716948272247537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/7953716948272247537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/2011/11/unexpected.html' title='unexpected.'/><author><name>stacey hutapea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147242293528229558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1y8TaSEHcTg/TGVX0nZ9B7I/AAAAAAAAACo/NZEQQiCuPRA/S220/IMG_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171985732971960311.post-5923841500301466335</id><published>2011-10-08T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T07:26:12.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trapped</title><content type='html'>that's why i can't hate you. you are always there in my bottom situation. can someone please help me to find a way out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171985732971960311-5923841500301466335?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/5923841500301466335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171985732971960311&amp;postID=5923841500301466335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/5923841500301466335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/5923841500301466335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/2011/10/trapped.html' title='trapped'/><author><name>stacey hutapea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147242293528229558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1y8TaSEHcTg/TGVX0nZ9B7I/AAAAAAAAACo/NZEQQiCuPRA/S220/IMG_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171985732971960311.post-3911735538270352539</id><published>2011-07-27T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T06:30:38.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very first month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and here i am. sitting alone in my apartment listening to random song. missing my hometown, family, and my girls. &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/8171985732971960311-3911735538270352539?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/3911735538270352539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171985732971960311&amp;postID=3911735538270352539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/3911735538270352539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/3911735538270352539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/2011/07/very-first-month.html' title='very first month'/><author><name>stacey hutapea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147242293528229558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1y8TaSEHcTg/TGVX0nZ9B7I/AAAAAAAAACo/NZEQQiCuPRA/S220/IMG_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171985732971960311.post-597800878597251670</id><published>2011-06-08T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:32:38.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much things to do, so little time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my departure to melbourne is in 8 days and i haven't prepared anything yet. Nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 days to Graduation Day. so excited yet sad, i'm so gonna miss Santa Ursula so much. xx.&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/8171985732971960311-597800878597251670?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/597800878597251670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171985732971960311&amp;postID=597800878597251670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/597800878597251670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/597800878597251670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-much-things-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='so much things to do, so little time.'/><author><name>stacey hutapea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147242293528229558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1y8TaSEHcTg/TGVX0nZ9B7I/AAAAAAAAACo/NZEQQiCuPRA/S220/IMG_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171985732971960311.post-3268274975819642343</id><published>2011-05-06T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:36:26.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;super kangen gossip di kelas sambil mikirin ke sweet seventeen sabtu ini pake baju apa ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;super kangen desek2an di kantin beli nasi timbel mie babi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;super kangen berasa tolol banget pas pelajaran pak hari (itu genangan, bukan banjir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i do miss highschool :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171985732971960311-3268274975819642343?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/3268274975819642343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171985732971960311&amp;postID=3268274975819642343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/3268274975819642343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/3268274975819642343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/2011/05/super-kangen-gossip-di-kelas-sambil.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey hutapea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147242293528229558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1y8TaSEHcTg/TGVX0nZ9B7I/AAAAAAAAACo/NZEQQiCuPRA/S220/IMG_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171985732971960311.post-7433949220059391788</id><published>2011-03-29T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T05:50:23.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yasudahlah. mungkin lebih baik kalau saya tidak ada disana. saya (tetap) sayang kalian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171985732971960311-7433949220059391788?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/7433949220059391788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171985732971960311&amp;postID=7433949220059391788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/7433949220059391788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/7433949220059391788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/2011/03/letting-go.html' title='letting go'/><author><name>stacey hutapea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147242293528229558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1y8TaSEHcTg/TGVX0nZ9B7I/AAAAAAAAACo/NZEQQiCuPRA/S220/IMG_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171985732971960311.post-8502944036065214358</id><published>2011-03-22T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T01:33:35.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;halo gw kangen. banget. i miss being around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;kayanya dulu semuanya baik-baik aja. semuanya solid, sampe gw yang cari gara-gara sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i know i made mistakes and one of you were right, gw nyesel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;gw bingung ini mau sampe kapan dan gimana betulinnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;gw bertanya-tanya ke semua orang tapi gak ada yang bisa jawab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;gw yakin ada sesuatu. perasaan gw bilang gitu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;gw takut dan gak mau kalo kenyataannya semua udah terlalu berantakan dan gak bisa dibalikin lagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i guess im having the "the moment you turn around to find your friends, you realze that this time they are not there anymore and you feel that life never be the same again" syndrom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:"( it's hurting me inside. &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/8171985732971960311-8502944036065214358?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/8502944036065214358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171985732971960311&amp;postID=8502944036065214358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/8502944036065214358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#993399;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;ave any of you lost that one friend, that person who you thought will ALWAYS be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Who said they would always be there, but, then, they got tired of you, or fed up with you, or just stopped caring about you, and they just left? After promising you they would never leave they break that promise? They accuse their leaving of being your fault. They say it's because you stopped caring. Because you pushed them away farther than they could take. Because you just weren't good enough. Because you just didn't try hard enough. They say that if you cares, that if you didn't push them away, that if you were good enough, that if you tried harder, then they would still be there. But, what I don't understand is why they can't understand that the only reason I push someone away was because I loved them so much, and that they meant so much to me, and that I got scared. I was frightened that they would take that love away. And I was right. They did. Why can't they understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" - Jacqueline Kelly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171985732971960311-1372657679066782288?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/1372657679066782288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171985732971960311&amp;postID=1372657679066782288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/1372657679066782288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/1372657679066782288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/2011/03/pieces.html' title='pieces'/><author><name>stacey hutapea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147242293528229558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1y8TaSEHcTg/TGVX0nZ9B7I/AAAAAAAAACo/NZEQQiCuPRA/S220/IMG_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171985732971960311.post-8433226416140077944</id><published>2011-03-10T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:52:43.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;enek. muak. please dong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;how things change. how people change. the kind of friendship we used to believe in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;opini dan sugesti tidak selalu sama dengan fakta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;no one understands. im struggling alone. seandainya semuanya bisa gw tumpahin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171985732971960311-8433226416140077944?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/8433226416140077944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171985732971960311&amp;postID=8433226416140077944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/8433226416140077944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/8433226416140077944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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bulan kurang 12 hari lagi, graduation night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 bulan lagi, melbourne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;semoga sekitar 3 bulan kurang 6 hari lagi, saya bisa nge post disini bilang saya lulus dengan nilai memuaskan. Pengen bikin Pak Hari Susilo bilang ke saya "selamat ya nilai uan geografinya bagus". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;random sih : saya lebih suka make favorite daripada nge rt HAHA apa sih.&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/8171985732971960311-302859391883252084?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/302859391883252084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171985732971960311&amp;postID=302859391883252084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/302859391883252084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/302859391883252084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/2011/02/menghitung-waktu.html' title='menghitung waktu'/><author><name>stacey hutapea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147242293528229558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1y8TaSEHcTg/TGVX0nZ9B7I/AAAAAAAAACo/NZEQQiCuPRA/S220/IMG_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171985732971960311.post-2913611772462128843</id><published>2010-08-13T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T06:58:17.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;You've got to accept the fact that life isn't a fairy tale, things aren't always happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;. Things like magic wishes, Prince Charmings and true love don't happen in real life. Magic wishes come from money, Prince Charming's a shallow idiot with a bad haircut and overpriced clothes. Welcome to reality. Enjoy your stay." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171985732971960311-2913611772462128843?l=charnasguts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/feeds/2913611772462128843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171985732971960311&amp;postID=2913611772462128843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/2913611772462128843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171985732971960311/posts/default/2913611772462128843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charnasguts.blogspot.com/2010/08/fantasy.html' title='Fantasy'/><author><name>stacey hutapea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147242293528229558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1y8TaSEHcTg/TGVX0nZ9B7I/AAAAAAAAACo/NZEQQiCuPRA/S220/IMG_0033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
