<?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-5430923480612854125</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:47:18.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Down</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-215091867960796683</id><published>2011-03-29T03:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:15:49.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 4 u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1d750ebf1faeda32" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1d750ebf1faeda32%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331666635%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65F4D8D1E1FE3C308C7850B8F5ED2553AB3C1FF8.573ACD017CBDD8CA6D7219658003146FFBC24760%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1d750ebf1faeda32%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjnY1xWfte8J-qPjpc3HbqMihQE0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1d750ebf1faeda32%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331666635%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65F4D8D1E1FE3C308C7850B8F5ED2553AB3C1FF8.573ACD017CBDD8CA6D7219658003146FFBC24760%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1d750ebf1faeda32%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjnY1xWfte8J-qPjpc3HbqMihQE0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3cf419c04635d45e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3cf419c04635d45e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331666635%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48279FB26854C25F44A7C708151AADBFBFC83CB8.2AF87D4881312727885D87ABDEF0707E4E4F8F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3cf419c04635d45e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnLtnWmxFQLs0nd_KwMkmJC9Mdh4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3cf419c04635d45e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331666635%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48279FB26854C25F44A7C708151AADBFBFC83CB8.2AF87D4881312727885D87ABDEF0707E4E4F8F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3cf419c04635d45e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnLtnWmxFQLs0nd_KwMkmJC9Mdh4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;video ini buat salah satu temen kita.. baik2 ya disana, jangan lupain kita:)&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;take care ya, inget janjikita &amp;amp;semua yg pernah kita bicarain..&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;Shanne&amp;amp;Shanice&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/5430923480612854125-215091867960796683?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/215091867960796683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-4-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/215091867960796683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/215091867960796683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-4-u.html' title='Just 4 u'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-4251066769072820429</id><published>2011-03-17T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T06:51:31.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="margin-bottom:9.0pt;text-align:left; line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;It's already 17March 2011 and I just miss writing to u so much oggy (bloggy). There are SO many incidents that happened but I just can't write it all. Well I'll just write the things that stuck in my mind. This year, my mind's full with.... SCHOOL&gt;LOVE&gt;FRIENDS and more and more about.... SCHOOL STUFF.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Let's start with SCHOOL, this!!! This word... School. Is. Stressing. Me. Out. I don't know why I don't have any reason and any desire to go to school this year. I admit it I really hate this 10th grade. i'm tired with all this stuff around and all this homework to do. Well I must work and study harder than before going to 11th grade. But I really........... nah never mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Second/2nd/2 is about love. Love? Um I regret many things about this word. I just realize the feeling I've got this couple months. I just don't believe it. I..... bury my feelings to u. I BURIED them all just to stay close to u. But then... I had a relationship that doesn't even stay long enough to make me smile. I prefer to not have it at all. Some how this is one of the reasons we get far away from each other. I'm so tired with all this shits around. I just want u to now that I actually really care for you... so much. And i don't know how did u make me like this rite now? But this... hurt a lot dude, a lot. From now on I'm taking a decision. First, I'LL TRY not to care. SECOND, I'LL TRY to make a distance between us. Third, I'LL TRY to bury down this feeling back to normal. And forth fifth sixth ect I'll forget every single thing about u. Every single thing we've been through. I'LL TRY.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Um on valentine's day this year, I spent it with someone in my past that suddenly came back and now he's gone again. Well he's like a ghost. And I don't care, I just want to thank him for everything. Thank you triangle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Third is about friends? Yeaaaaaa I love 'em like I love myself. Y u know they are so precious in life. With friends we can do a lot of silly little dumb thing together. We laughs and cry together. But true friends are rite beside me every time I'm happy or even when I fall down, I can't write about all of my friends here. There is not enough words to describe. They're all precious and lovely to be friends with. I thank God for all of the things He gave to my life. They're awesome!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Last thing about you. This 3 points, school, love, and friend. They all connect with you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--3&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/5430923480612854125-4251066769072820429?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/4251066769072820429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/4251066769072820429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/4251066769072820429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-5904887853394009190</id><published>2010-12-22T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:35:45.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's lovelife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;Cinta itu rumit. Cinta bikin nangis. Cinta bikin galau. Cinta bikin bahagia juga. Tapi intinya gue udah muak sama percintaan hidup. Semuanya udah ga penting. Buang2 waktu aja nangisin orang yang sama sekali kita gatau deh dia mikirin kita apa ga. Semuanya cuman bisa janji janji palsu. Mendingan gausa janji janji daripada ujung-ujung nya ga ditepatin kan. Gue benci banget sama kegalauan tapi yang gue heranin kenapa gue malah ngerasaiin semua itu? Hidup masih panjang sob, pacaran buat sekarang mungkin ga harus seserius nanti menjelang kerja. Karena saat itu deh lo bakal nerusin hidup lo sampe nikah dan berkeluarga. Kalo sekarang kan cuman sekedar pacaran.. kalo pun bisa langgeng sampe nikah ya syukur deh. Sekarang gue ga mau terlalu melibatkan perasaan yang dalam deh kalo gimana-gimana. Gue ga mau ngerasain sakitnya patah hati lagi. Gue gamau ngerasain galau dan jatuhnya gue. Semua itu menyakitkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Oke, itu tadi soal gue. Apa yang gue rasain sekarang, menurut pandangan gue. Jadi gausa dijudge juga. Sekarang jujur aja... gue kangen orang. gue kangen dia. Tapi sekangen-kangennya gue juga pasti dia gatau. dia ga ngerti. Karena gue juga gamau ngasih tau. Gue gengsi. Gue segalanya deh. Parah looo... gue kangen beneran. Pengen ketemu.. Tau ah bodo amat gue sm lo.&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/5430923480612854125-5904887853394009190?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/5904887853394009190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/12/todays-lovelife_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/5904887853394009190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/5904887853394009190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/12/todays-lovelife_22.html' title='Today&apos;s lovelife'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-2332643658012328597</id><published>2010-11-29T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:19:54.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My past. Lyric by Marsha Anne. Melody by Daniel Manurung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My past, my triangle memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Full of happiness but misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now I'm in present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Waiting for the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Forgetting the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Isn't that easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My past with you was incredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And then I knew that we're not meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But now you come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Start ruining my life, damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hate you jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But that's a big lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When i heard your name dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My heart suddenly freeze (like ice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then I found out that's not real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I must wake up from this dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Reff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's better if we never met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The world would not turn upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cause you're just giving a fake chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Makes me begging you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Makes me feel down....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hell no I.... don't... need... you... here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just go away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/DS9SvCp_/My_Past.html"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- The Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430923480612854125-2332643658012328597?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/2332643658012328597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/2332643658012328597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/2332643658012328597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-past.html' title='MY PAST'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-7679781614374228617</id><published>2010-11-10T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T01:16:16.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;Ok. Bagus banget mood gue hari ini totally drop. Gaktau kenapa. Many fuckin feelings here. It's totally ruined. Mau teriak sekenceng2nya mau nangis sebanyak2nya tapi.... gabisa. Ga keluar tuh air mata, nahan perasaan gini aneh. Udah lama ga nangis yang sampe kayak tahun lalu, nangis 3minggu penuh, sampe mata bengkak mendelep, idung merah, dan berat pun turun. Kpn ya? Mau lagi, tapi anehnya sekarang gue ga bisa keluarin air mata walaupun rasanya begini... I'm strong enough facing this little thingy. I'm fine. Yes I am:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hope this is better for you and me. Being apart. Yes. It's a good start. And a good end too. Goodbye. Don't ever come back! Bon Voyage 18.&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/5430923480612854125-7679781614374228617?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/7679781614374228617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/11/strong-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/7679781614374228617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/7679781614374228617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/11/strong-enough.html' title='Strong enough'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-414041964907044905</id><published>2010-10-22T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:00:30.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hati Nurani</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wow. Skrg mulai lagi dengan hari2 galau yang tak kunjung henti. Suka tiba2 gaenak perasaaanya. Udh gitu bt2 gajelas. Sempet ilang tuh gitu tp skrg mulai lg. Mulai disaat gue mau tobat akan hal2 yang tak perlu dilakukan. Tp akhirnya berujung ke situ juga. Rasanya pengen banget gue apain gitu orang2 yg bikin gue kykgini, pengen gue.......cincang mutilasi ato laser/m\ sumpah bakal seneng bgt gue, hidup tentram:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Penyesalan emang selalu berujung di akhir ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pengorbanan di awal belum tentu jadi kebahagiaan di akhir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Gue gamau pcrn juga mikir perasaan orang, tp skrg pada ga mikir apa yg gue rasain. Tau kok mereka gatau. Mereka mikirnya gue yg egois segala macem, emang gue egois tapi...... each one of u don't know what have I done for u. Terserah mau bilang gue egois ato gimanapun itu, gue terima kok. Gue masih punya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hati nurani &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;gue masih mikirin apa yg bkl dirasain orang kl gue ngelakuin sesuatu, gue masih mikir panjang. Dan skrg ga ada yg bisa mikir berada di posisi gue gimana kan? Ga ada. Sedikit aja ngertiin bisa? Bisain dong:'D&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/5430923480612854125-414041964907044905?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/414041964907044905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/10/hati-nurani_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/414041964907044905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/414041964907044905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/10/hati-nurani_22.html' title='Hati Nurani'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-8790262058997510333</id><published>2010-10-10T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T07:01:11.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can only be my memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Singing......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kita berdua berbeda&lt;br /&gt;Sulit untuk disatukan&lt;br /&gt;Kau bilang cinta padaku&lt;br /&gt;Ku membisu dan membeku&lt;br /&gt;Tak dapat menjawabnya&lt;br /&gt;Kata cinta tak dapat mengubahnya&lt;br /&gt;Ini sebuah kenyataan pahit&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak dapat diterima&lt;br /&gt;Walau kau beriku cinta yang penuh&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi sulit tuk ku membalasnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena ku tahu ini sia-sia&lt;br /&gt;Walau ku coba sepenuh hati&lt;br /&gt;Dan pada akhir yang kuterima hanya tangis&lt;br /&gt;Kau kan tetap meninggalkaku&lt;br /&gt;Dan kita akan berpisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...................*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Di sekeliling gue lagi sering banget nyanyi lagu ini, akhirnya beberapa hari ini gue keingetterus sama orang yang ngebuat gue buat lagu ini. Belom ada yang tau kan siapa orangnya&gt;&gt;&gt;jengjengjengjeng&lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dia itu orang yang nembak gue di mobil sambil nyanyiin 'Because of you' nya Keith Martin. Dia itu orang yang buatin gue lagu. Dia itu orang yang bisa diajak gila-gilaan. Dia itu orang yang punya kucing dirumahnya, nama kucingnya ada di stir mobilnya-_-. Dia itu orang yang gue sayang tp emang mungkin gabisa buat jadian. Dia itu baik banget. Dia itu sabar. Dia itu sahabat gue:) Karena itu lah gue gabisa, gue gamau kalo misalkan jadi pun pasti kalo ada masalah apa gimana ujung2nya jadi berantem. Sedihnya... mungkin ada lah rasa bersalah gue nyakitin, rasa menyesal gue. Ada kok.  Pasti. Penyesalan emang selalu di akhir, tapi ya mau gimana lagi. Hidup terus berjalan gitu aja kan. Kalo sayang juga toh ga harus memiliki, dia sahabat gue sampe kapanpun ga akan berubah. Tapi mungkin emang sekarang udah beda, bedanya tuh ya dia kesana gue kesini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That's alright, I just miss my best friend here. Miss the days we've spent, that days will never come back. Those days can only be my memories, and they're awesome. Shizz I just wish that you and them miss me too({})&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430923480612854125-8790262058997510333?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/8790262058997510333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-only-be-my-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/8790262058997510333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/8790262058997510333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-only-be-my-memories.html' title='can only be my memories'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-8613449349853646488</id><published>2010-09-10T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T21:26:28.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your life's gonna end anytime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Malem malem paling enak naik mobil buka kaca kena kabut ujan dengerin Steven and the Coconut Treez. Galau galaun tapi sejuk. Tenang. Pikiran jernih. Mau mikirin masalah juga pake kepala dingin. Depan Kebayoran Height nyalain kembang api walaupun cuman 1 tapi senyam senyum sendiri ada unsur kesenengan sendiri. Kayaknya jarang banget bisa gini. Kalopun banyak yang suka main kembang api sendiri tapi ini time nya beda gitu. Bakal kangen parah lah waktu waktu kayak gini! Anja temen temen emang segalanya, selalu ada kalo dibutuhin. Best Friends Never Leaves Us Behind. Kalo sama temen ngerasa lebih aman, mereka ngedenger dan ngasih solusi. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything's gonna be Alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'. Ngeliat kembang api di langit dengan keramaian rakyat bintaro caelah rakyat ya sha._. gue mikir bakal kangen gila sama semua ini, masa masa ini. Bakal kangen sama kedamaiannya. Hidup tuh bentar lagi, ayo tobat kawan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your life's gonna end anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430923480612854125-8613449349853646488?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/8613449349853646488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-lifes-gonna-end-anytime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/8613449349853646488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/8613449349853646488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-lifes-gonna-end-anytime.html' title='Your life&apos;s gonna end anytime'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-4895350557350042535</id><published>2010-08-25T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:00:43.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it easy girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucu ya..... lo sama gue udh bukan siapa2 lg. Lo sm gue cuman manusia yg tidak punya keterikatan status atau apapun itu. Lo udh beda dan berubah dan gue.........ya bisa dibilang begitu juga tp gue ga bisa lupa aja. Barusan gue abis buka2 gallery hp gue dan disitu ada recorder2 yg ternyata gak gue sangka masih tertinggal disitu. Ada recorder gue sm lo, lo, lo, dan lo. Ya beda2 gitu. Dr tmn. Htsan. Sampe Jdn pun ada. Tp beda2 orang, it's quite weird for me cause I didn't remember anything about that recorder and such. Kgn sih iya lah pasti banget malah. Benci ya dikit deh kan dosa tuh benci2 sama orang jadi mending gausa. Padahal hari ini gue galau karena sekolah bener2 yang namanya sekolah itu udah bikin gue muak banget. Rasanya gamau sekolah dan belajar ini itu. Baru melewati beberapa minggu disitu sudah mulai jenuh dan jenuh ini sangat jauh berbeda dengan waktu2 menjelang UN beberapa bulan yang lalu. Tiba2 gue iseng buka gallery hp dan....... flashback pun terjadi, derai air mata pun bercucuran, mata pun tertuju ke atas dan berandai2, napas pun terasa sesak di dada. Semua itu berubah dengan sekejap, hanya karena beberapa recorder lama yang tiba2 saja ditemukan lagi. Halo masa lalu, apa kabarmu? Kenapa lo masih menghantui gue? Gua salah apasih? Udh dong pergi jauh2 jangan menganggu lagi. Malem2 gini nih udah gue cengeng tiba2 terus batre laptop kebanting pecah, yap betapa sialnya hari ini. Hidup gue makin hari bukannya makin bagus malah makin ancur, SMA makin bikin pusing parah, pelajarannya ga nahan banget. Gue akuin ini susah buat beradaptasi tapi emang harus dicoba terus dijalanin karena ini hidup gue hidup yang harus disyukurin. Rumit sekali hidup saya gak  sekolah gak lovelife dan terkadang teman pun terjadi kerumitan yang berbeda2 tapi membuat pusing juga. Kata pepatah, makin banyak masalah makin panjang umur....amin! Katanya sih kalo masalah lo makin dikit berarti bentar lg hidup lo berakhir. Makanya belajar bersyukur aja kali ya atas semuanya ini. Hidup kan cuman sekali.      &lt;b&gt;You just live for once so take it easy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430923480612854125-4895350557350042535?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/4895350557350042535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/08/take-it-easy-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/4895350557350042535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/4895350557350042535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/08/take-it-easy-girl.html' title='Take it easy girl'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-434210884574390436</id><published>2010-08-13T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:57:41.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life must go on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sepi.....pipipipipipes ini yg gue rasain skrg. Hidup gue sepi, bukan cuman soal cinta tapi pertemanan juga. Mungkin emg udh pada pisah2 tapi yg gue rasain skrg ya emg bnr2 berubah. Mau gue dulu blg &lt;i&gt;gabakal&lt;/i&gt; dan&lt;i&gt; jangan &lt;/i&gt;tp buktinya gue sendiri juga bisa dibilang berubah. Gue kangen masa2 SMP gue, ternyata yang dari dulu gue tunggu2 dari film2 tentang kisah SMA itu beda sama kenyataan. Di SMA lo kerasa kalo lo bentar lg bakal nerusin hidup lo dengan kampus terus cari pekerjaan.... abis itu lo bakal punya keluarga sendiri. Gatau kenapa gue gamau jadi dewasa gue gamau ngejalaninnya gue takut akan semua itu, gue masih ingin jadi anak kecil yang masih plin plan mikirin ini itu. Masih terbalut dengan kemanjaannya tapi kenyataannya gue gabisa gini terus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gue mau temen2 gue yg dulu.... gue mau mereka kykdulu. Gue syg sm mereka walaupun kadang2 gue emg egois tp 'This is who I am' Dan cuman mereka ygbisa nerima gue apa adanya. Kapanpun itu dimanapun itu. Sekarang kita beralih ke kehidupan percintaan gue yg amat sangat rumit. Gue akuin mungkin emang gue masih cinta monyet, perasaan gue masih kebagi ke ini ke itu. Sekarang gua gapernah bener2 bisa blg sayang sama orang karena gue takut. Gue gamau nyakitin orang lagi gue gamau disakitin juga. Disaat gue bener2 mau sama 1orang bener2 mau fokus ke dia..... percaya sama gue pasti ada aja masalah yang bakal ngerusaknya. Ada aja masalah yg bakal bikin gue sakit hati. Bikin gue tambah mikir ulang lg untuk jatuh cinta sama orang. Contohnya sekarang... ya gue patah hati lagi untuk ke sekian kalinya. Kenapa selalu gini? Okay gue merasa makin tolol ya. Kalo pun gue gabisa bnr2 jatuh cinta lg gue bakal stuck ke orang yg lama. Itu yg bnr2 nyebelin, itu yg ga gue sukain.... Mending gue coba jatuh cinta sm orang lain  daripada gue bakal balik lg terus stuck di orang di masa lalu. Kisah percintaan itu emang rumit. Bisa bikin orang berubah2 bisa bikin orang stres dan semuanya. Kadang gue mikir buat ngelakuin yg sama ke cowok. Tp selalu aja gue kepikir dua kali buat ngelakuinnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walaupun semua yg gue ceritain sekarang ga ada bagusnya tapi kan like people say &lt;b&gt;'Life must go on'&lt;/b&gt; isn't it?&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/5430923480612854125-434210884574390436?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/434210884574390436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-must-go-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/434210884574390436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/434210884574390436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-must-go-on.html' title='Life must go on'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-3929279443114413681</id><published>2010-04-07T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:00:19.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hidup, hidup itu bisa dibilang indah tapi bisa juga dibilang menyakitkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tuhan memberi kita anugerah yaitu hidup ini, hidup yang harus dijaga dan dijalankan, hidup yang penuh tangis dan tawa. Di setiap kehidupan semua orang harus mengambil keputusan dan beberapa keputusan itu berisiko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keputusan yang lo ambil gak selalu bener dan gak selalu salah juga, biasanya kalo kita salah ambil keputusan, penyesalan bakal dateng tapi….. you know lah itu bakal dateng terakhir, dimana kita bakal nyesel setengah mati. Jujur aja gue sering banget nyeselin suatu hal yang udah lewat yang udah gabisa dibalikin kayak dulu lg, kadang gue pengen banget nyiptain mesin waktu yang bisa balik ke waktu yang gue pengen. Kadang gue pengen ngebuat kita semua membeku biar ga akan lekang oleh waktu, tapi pertanyaannya, &lt;i&gt;“Bagaimana?” “How?” “Comment?”&lt;/i&gt; dan yang gue bisa jawab ya...... &lt;i&gt;Gatau, i don't know &amp;amp; Je ne sais pas&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Faktanya ya semua orang pasti pernah bermasalah karena cinta, mau dibilang lebay kek cinta doang gitu tp ya lo cobain aja sendiri gimana rumitnya masalah percintaan itu. Sangking rumitnya kadang bisa ngebuat orang&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;depresi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, dan &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;stres&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; yang gak ketulungan. Ini semua fakta, menurut gue ga ada salahnya orang nangis gara gara cinta, karena itu semua wajar. Lebih tepatnya cewek yang sering gini, netesin air mata karena seorang cowok yg mungkin emang ga peduli sm dia, atopun cowok yg mungkin bisa ngebuat dia syg sampe susah ngelepasinnya. Menurut gue, lama lama semua cowok itu sama aja. They can just talk but no prove, they can just promise but no fact, this! this! This made girls cry, we can cry anywhere just because jerks like them that hurt us, yeah it's so true. Banyak orang bilang, '&lt;b&gt;yaelah&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;sepele kali cinta doang&lt;/b&gt;' menurut lo sepele, tp menurut gue engga, kita semua butuh cinta dalam kehidupan, dan lo semua mesti tau. &lt;b&gt;Dapetin cinta yang tulus tuh ga segampang ngebalik telapak tangan.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Hidup itu penuh perjuangan&lt;/i&gt;, dan gue pengen banget p&lt;i&gt;unya hidup yang sempurna&lt;/i&gt;, yang bisa buat gue bahagia. Gue mau bngt mulai itu dr sekarang. Wish me luck&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/5430923480612854125-3929279443114413681?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/3929279443114413681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/3929279443114413681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/3929279443114413681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is.html' title='Life is..'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-7854311994896120954</id><published>2010-03-20T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T05:08:04.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salut!</title><content type='html'>My blogguy I miss you just you and my twitguy that can listen to my stories:P&lt;div&gt;Anyway, you know what? My hearts beats really fast this month cause I'm gonna face the BIG EXAM yeah UN, hm quite scary but it's gonna be a big adventure huh? So I'm gonna be just fine, and I'm gonna pass this exams with good scores. I hope all of the students in grade 9 and 12 this year gonna pass this exams 100%, that's one of my prayer. Well I also hope that I'm gonna be in the school that I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya. I'm trying to not cry this days cause I'm trying to focus on UN first, I wish for something that maybe wouldn't happen again. But it's my wish so............... I hope for a yes from God:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I found out something that makes me understand now that all boys are the same, cause they give girls many sweet words that they even can't prove anything from it, but the fact is why must I always fall into the same thing? That's my fault though, I'm scared to give my trust now to any other boys. It's a trauma then for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430923480612854125-7854311994896120954?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/7854311994896120954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/03/salut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/7854311994896120954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/7854311994896120954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/03/salut.html' title='Salut!'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-3258886184497440443</id><published>2010-02-12T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T04:20:19.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pu tus</title><content type='html'>Blog I miss u. Gue putus nih sm Nuel hari Senin kemaren tanggal 8 gitu, sedih. Gara2 banyak masalah. Guenya pusing. Maaf bngt ya wel:( Gue pusing kita berantem terus. Ga ada hari tanpa berantem. Lo juga suka bete2 gitu gue jd keikut bete. Udh gitu masalah hari apaan lo permasalahin lagi, itu kan ga logis padahal masalahnya udh selese. Gue masih ga ngerasa gue single, ini kyk biasa aja bedanya ga ada yg sms gue itu doang, mungkin karena emg jarang ketemu ya. Tp okaylah ada rasa kangen. Tapi gue emang bener2 lg ga mau berantem. Mungkin ini emang jalan terbaik buat sekarang......... Gue juga gamau nyakitin lo gue jutekin gitu. Lagian kalo jodoh ga kemana kan. Semoga lo ga marah sm gue atopun dendam, okay? Thanks for the word 'still' it convince me that u really do still love me. I hope it's not just fuckin words:'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430923480612854125-3258886184497440443?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/3258886184497440443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/02/pu-tus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/3258886184497440443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/3258886184497440443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2010/02/pu-tus.html' title='Pu tus'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-7648836615423284984</id><published>2009-10-12T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:25:20.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unek-unek</title><content type='html'>Tau gak gue capek banget gue pusing gue butuh lo, tapi kenapa malah disaat gini lo gak ngerti keadaannya. Malah lo bikin gue tambah kesel tambah bt, pdhl gua sayang sama lo. Tapi terkadang jujur aja gue ngerasa kayak single sesaat. Kadang lo gak ada buat gue, gak bisa ngertiin gue. Mungkin emang susah ya, dulu gue dapet cowok beda banget sama lo. Tapi mau gimanapun lo skrg tetep aja bikin gue sayang, gue cuman butuh perhatian sama pengertian at least show how much do you care? Namanya pacaran juga butuh komunikasi, bukan sekedar smsn atau apa. Tapi ya sharing, cerita macem2 dan belajar untuk dengerin. Demi apapun itu gue masih mau mertahanin ini semua, dan semoga lo juga. Walaupun kita sama2 keras kepala trs gak ada yg mau ngalah, tapi kalo usaha pasti bisa kan ya? Ya ay pokoknya i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430923480612854125-7648836615423284984?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/7648836615423284984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2009/10/unek-unek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/7648836615423284984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/7648836615423284984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2009/10/unek-unek.html' title='unek-unek'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-4086960304866957841</id><published>2009-10-10T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:41:33.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storyep</title><content type='html'>Hari ini pagi pagi gue bangun terus nelfon lia nanya dia kapan jemput gue gitukan mau ke sesat soalnya mau ngeliat sparing di cmx, abis itu pas udah nyampe sesat ketemu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pacarku&lt;/span&gt; dumssss abis itukan ya sama lah kayak biasamasih malu2 kucing giduuuud tapi akhirnya biasa aja abis itu dia duluan ke cmxnya udah gitu kita cao kesana. Eh lo mesti tau namanya pacaran bukannya gimana gitu ya ini malah marahan disekolah orang, aduh kurang malu apa hahaha. Marahannya gara gara chat orang gitu hm kesel sendiri gue, abis itu gara2 gue gakmau minjemin hp sama buku gue astagabin udah baikan eh malah pas mau pulang kayak diem gitu dianya aduh tambah pusing gue bingung salah apaan. Terus sekarang udah baikan deh &lt;i&gt;akhirnya &lt;/i&gt;masih kangen tapi kesel juga tadi hehe ya pokoknya gakmau berhantam lagi aaaaaaah males banget ya kan ay, maaf ya nuel. Hari ini serulooooooh gile seru banget giduddd haha gak bakal lupa deh ya huih, pokoknya gue sayang nuel&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;PS: eh ay jangan buat aku kesel lagi yaaaaa much love&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/5430923480612854125-4086960304866957841?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/4086960304866957841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2009/10/storyep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/4086960304866957841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/4086960304866957841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2009/10/storyep.html' title='Storyep'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-4010793125606835511</id><published>2009-10-05T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:08:05.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for you~</title><content type='html'>You're mine now. No one can take you from me unless we brake this awesome relationship. There's  time when I really want you to like me and when that time came I was like shock and don't believe it. There's also time when I'm very happy with you and miss you a lot. Wanna see you because you can make me laugh and smile but when you leave me it's like I want to throw shoes on you. Okay, now no matter what you're my bf and you don't know how much I love you, I'm telling you I'm really in love with you el, xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi: it's just one of many other writting that I post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430923480612854125-4010793125606835511?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/4010793125606835511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-you_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/4010793125606835511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/4010793125606835511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-you_05.html' title='for you~'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-4213294361551748164</id><published>2009-09-28T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:59:52.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock!</title><content type='html'>Tau gak sih kan gue wtw an sm ada adek kls gitu cewe, dia ngmg........... kaget lah gue. Trus gue nanya ke orangnya bener gk yg dia omongin? Pertama dia malah mengalihkan pembicaraan gitu haha abis itu dia bilang iya semuanya bener, waw kurang shock apa gue?Haha tp seneng deh trus dia nanya respon gue, ya gue blg gue kaget seneng campur aduk gitu hahaha trs....... terakhir gua blg 'haha yauda tidur gih, eh thanks ya udh jujur. Gue juga sm kok hehe, sleep tight jgn lupa berdoa ya' dia bls 'lo juga apa?:)' gue blg 'juga apa ya, benci sm lo. Ya gak lah, iya suka sm lo oon hahaha' trus terakhir dia bls 'Hehe makasih ya udah jujur. Gue tdr ya sha tp lo jg tdr ya hehe goodnight marsha, berdoa dl ya hehe gue sayang lo sha :)'&lt;br /&gt;huahau  gua campur aduk nih gktau mau ngmg apa hihi(k) tidur dulu ya bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430923480612854125-4213294361551748164?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/4213294361551748164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2009/09/shock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/4213294361551748164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/4213294361551748164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2009/09/shock.html' title='Shock!'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430923480612854125.post-8990320961030039498</id><published>2009-09-07T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T04:30:45.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebuah kisah klasik - Sheila on 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Jabat tanganku, mungkin untuk yang terakhir kali&lt;br /&gt;Kita berbincang tentang memori di masa itu&lt;br /&gt;Peluk tubuhku, usapkan juga air mataku&lt;br /&gt;Kita terharu seakan tiada bertemu lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersenang-senanglah&lt;br /&gt;Karna hari ini yang 'kan kita rindukan di hari nanti&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah kisah klasik untuk masa depan&lt;br /&gt;Bersenang-senanglah&lt;br /&gt;Karna waktu ini yang 'kan kita banggakan di hari tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai jumpa kawanku&lt;br /&gt;S'moga kita selalu&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi sebuah kisah klasik untuk masa depan&lt;br /&gt;Sampai jumpa kawanku&lt;br /&gt;S'moga kita selalu&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi sebuah kisah klasik untuk masa depan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersenang-senanglah&lt;br /&gt;Karna hari ini yang 'kan kita rindukan di hari nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai jumpa kawanku&lt;br /&gt;S'moga kita selalu&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi sebuah kisah klasik untuk masa depan&lt;br /&gt;Sampai jumpa kawanku&lt;br /&gt;S'moga kita selalu&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi sebuah kisah klasik untuk masa depan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin diriku masih ingin bersama kalian&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin jiwaku masih haus sanjungan kalian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430923480612854125-8990320961030039498?l=marsha-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/8990320961030039498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2009/09/sebuah-kisah-klasik-sheila-on-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/8990320961030039498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430923480612854125/posts/default/8990320961030039498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsha-anne.blogspot.com/2009/09/sebuah-kisah-klasik-sheila-on-7.html' title='Sebuah kisah klasik - Sheila on 7'/><author><name>Marsha Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843625492973290797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2VxeRKzjZz0/TGTzXrru7jI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XMxCPii7Uqg/S220/5842V-A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
