<?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-8734275</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:55:05.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not hu u think i am</title><subtitle type='html'>click for wad?

u lyk me so much izit?

oh realli? click agn!!!

k la...dun waste ya time clickin=)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111910918630205505</id><published>2005-06-18T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T08:39:46.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm freeing my soul, detaching it frm everything and it's really hard....it's really not me but things seem to be looking up *hu am i kiddin* is it really? the right has taught me wrong and though it may seem trival....it's not to me....everything feels weird...there iz this air of vacancy drifting arnd me...oh wellz....life still goes on doesn't it? but i'm living for all the wrong reasons...and the best part iz...i dun even noe wad they are...haha...anywayz....i'm lyk freakin out these days....abt erm...dun wan to sae....make me sound so....haha lets juz sae it's reputation damaging...i can ardly believe myself....i'm goin crazy...insane....bonkers!!! wheex! it's delightful in a funny way too. haha i'm feelin naughty!! wheex! wad shld i do?? play wif matches and burn my clothes off hahahaha....i hope my hair doesn't catch fire....if not it'll look lyk my mom's....lolz...not a pretty sight though wahhahaha! utterly hilarious!!! haiz...ok...so right now....i'm happy abt erm... materialistic stuff?? *bangs head against wall* cannot cannot....haiz....anywayz....anywayz....u muz be thinkin i'm tokin crap agn...haha...wellz dun bother...i was juz pourin out my tots... atleast i'm almost freed...and i hope i dun fall back agn......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111910918630205505?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111910918630205505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111910918630205505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111910918630205505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111910918630205505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-freeing-my-soul-detaching-it-frm.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111910258272992793</id><published>2005-06-18T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T06:49:42.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! i'm studyin at mc's tmr.....anyone care to join??? feel free to...wheex! *praying tt there will be an empty seat*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111910258272992793?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111910258272992793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111910258272992793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111910258272992793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111910258272992793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/06/yozies-im-studyin-at-mcs-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111806687529158104</id><published>2005-06-06T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T07:10:08.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! wahahaa tonite's dinner was soo funny! who wld like to guess y.....hahaha okok...i'll tell you...but first i muz advice u pple readin tt my mom only knows a few of my friends...so dun get any funny ideas...it all started of abt me takin abt being in cat class last yr and the 2 cat helpers were made to tok to me one dae...and so they asked....wad if one dae i get the callin to be a nun...wld i be? well my ans was..."NO WAY!!!" God muz be crazy to call me...*at tt time* can u imagine wad kind of havoc i wld create??? wahahaha i'll walk arn'd in underwear doin striptease and swinging my habit. haha...and where wld i get tha money to buy a convertable? &lt;br /&gt;
mom: and old lao pork one lor... &lt;br /&gt;
kiara: haha...and i can't go the tha beach and sun tan...wearin shades and funky earings... &lt;br /&gt;
mom: hahha...can u imagine if teri, joan and anne become nuns as well haha...4 bald nuns on tha beach! &lt;br /&gt;
kiara: bald?? i dun wan to be bald!!!! eeewww.....heh heh..i'll buy a wick! &lt;br /&gt;
mom: eh heh heh...joan can be mother superior hahaha..... &lt;br /&gt;
kiara: yar...i'll buy a parrot and teach it to sae " i wish mother superior wld die soon!" and father Ho can bring in his parrot which says "Lord hear our prayers" &lt;br /&gt;
mom:haha...and teri will go "Oh! adam giv mi a kiss!" *she remembered hearin tt frm teri since our CNY hse visit this yr-juz a joke hor* and maybe by tt timehe'll become a priest ahahaha &lt;br /&gt;
kiara:haha...anne can play her maksim pieces and stick her world map on the ceiling...haha &lt;br /&gt;
mom: and wif her makeup and lipgloss.....haha...*does the 'anne' pout* &lt;br /&gt;
kiara: haha obakak!! wahahha.... &lt;br /&gt;
mom: and timothy will be a priest...and justin also...hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;
kiara: hahha...think father william Goh!! *immitatin his indian accent* " my deeaar brrrothers and ssssiisssters!! how ish this pooossible??" wahahaha justin can be a sissy priest ahahaha &lt;br /&gt;
mom: hey it can happen wad...you pple will make revolution happen! &lt;br /&gt;
Kiara: huh?? but how? no birthday parties down town and watchin movies or giggling ourselves silly at sakae sushi..... &lt;br /&gt;
mom: can lah! y not? you all go together as a group on ya day of break lah...and if hazel becomes a nun she can also add to the fun...haha...the slow one *excuse my mom...she can be very critical at times*and gerry still taggin behind...not converted yet...haha &lt;br /&gt;
kiara: eh...but we will all be bald wearin funky earings!! wheex! haha and if anyone asks...i'll juz sae we juz had Chemotherapy wahahaha!! &lt;br /&gt;
dad: *calls frm the kitchen* eh! u pple eat faster and come in lah! people muz think u all siao laugh until lyk tt out der!! &lt;br /&gt;
mom: haha...and by tt time if comet iz still arnd....ahaha *i dun see wad so funni abt tt* &lt;br /&gt;
kiara: haha joan and her hamster...oh! now it's guinea pig! ahaha....can u imagin mother superior goin googoogaga over them...ahhahaha &lt;br /&gt;
mom: i think the pope muz come down and see this for himself! &lt;br /&gt;
kiara: haha...we'll all make up the nuttery *derived frm nunnery* i dun care! i'll blast the radio
mom: no way! got mother superior there... &lt;br /&gt;
kiara: i'll go disco dancin! wheex! and sing "funkin hell and i wanna go home!!" in tha bathroom!! &lt;br /&gt;
mom: hmph! u better go confession... &lt;br /&gt;
kiara: I JUZ DID!! plus it's part of the song! it's not my fault!! &lt;br /&gt;
dad: if u ever get called to be a nun...ya whole mindset will change lah.... &lt;br /&gt;
kiara: haha...i dun think so...we r too pervertic!! haha...teri will be painting nude potraits! all the nuns there will go..."JESUS!" why them?? of all people??" ahahha &lt;br /&gt;
mom: i wouldn't be surprised if i go and visit u all one day....haha*she laughed so hard she started fartin* *i ran frm the table* &lt;br /&gt;

END OF CONVERSATION!!-did i miss out anything? if i did i'll come back and add it ok....haha
if u dun find this hilarious...i think u hav to hear it for yaself.....haiz...i noe...i'm bad at tellin jokes...rite...i better go...ciao! oh boy! i hope God nv calls me to be nun...i'll definately go crazy...i can't take tt kinda life....seriously!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111806687529158104?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111806687529158104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111806687529158104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111806687529158104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111806687529158104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/06/yozies-wahahaa-tonites-dinner-was-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111789312696312170</id><published>2005-06-04T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T06:52:09.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! wah lau!!! y nobody online ah?? got some secret gatherin tt i dunno abt izit? oh shit! wad did ms ng sae abt wah lau?? *recallin* something abt it being guy's a****** sth lyk tt...haha hu cares....nuthin to do wif tha female haha..okok....can someone bloody hell tell me how to change blog skin? i'm afraid tt everything might be erased with it...haiz....oh yar...yesterdae i saw this cute guy walkin his golden retriever..ermz....i wonder if it was that guy whom ahem ahem had a crush on...hmm...if so...den her taste izn't too bad..wahhahaha wad garbage am i tokin abt? oh fine...i nearly killed my dog...he actualli breathed a sigh of exhaustment and dumped his ass in th middle of tha road...infont of *u noe hu* sheesh! i literally had to drag him away frm tt barkin GR.....haiz...so to torture him i gav him an extra long walk tt dae..haha but guess wad..on the way home in the car, i caught tt guy *frm sfx* walkin his girlfriend home... actualli it was my mom hu spotted him...and she made my dad drive round another time juz to hav a better look....she juz couldn't believe her eyes....*sweatdrops* he nearly turned arnd and saw us in the car....how kpo can she get....sheesh! ah wellz..better get on wif mi hw...target-to finish it by end of this week...*counting sundae*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111789312696312170?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111789312696312170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111789312696312170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111789312696312170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111789312696312170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/06/yozies-wah-lau-y-nobody-online-ah-got.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111787519310889855</id><published>2005-06-04T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T01:53:13.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! yahoo!! multi taskin iz gd for ya baby!!! it makes ya brain more active and inproves hand-eye-ear-mouth coordination!! believe it or not!! and it SAVES time!!!! loads of time...but tt stupid bitch thinks otherwise..."cuz if u fail ya prelims ah.....i'll blah and i'll blah blah blah....and u can go and work in mc'donals for all i care....balh blah blah....." sheesh! i'm so sick and tired of hearin her nag....can't she juz FO??? bloody annoying...you're depriving me of maximising my time and potential....uh oh..now i sound lyk i'm giving a tok on sch values....shoot! i better shut up before my brain sprouts anymore gibberish.....ciao...gotta do my mathz....ARGH! *braindamage*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111787519310889855?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111787519310889855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111787519310889855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111787519310889855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111787519310889855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/06/yozies-yahoo-multi-taskin-iz-gd-for-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111763650440807663</id><published>2005-06-01T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T07:35:04.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! ahz....another insane day has gone by....i can finally feel the eletricity of words flowing through my brain...activating my thoughts......yay! this time...it's english words...i repeat....ENGLISH!!! my language of my thoughts....hmm....speakin of thoughts....did u noe tt thoughts could be evil...noe wad? todae i was thinkin sadistic thoughts.....haha...quite grusome actually.....oh...but basically i mean evil in a diff way...evil in the sense tt they hurt u....like when u think too much and u get all depressed and down in the dumps....and thanx to wad?? nuthin but those evil thoughts....ok...it all started of good and everything...lyk enlightening you and bringing u up to the next level of erm....standard?? as in not up to ya standard-standard. right... bother bother...these stupid thoughts of mine keep gettin me into sticky situations...i juz realised tt i an even write a script on it....it's pretty scary....it's lyk i'm daydreaming a conversation wif someone and i'll sae my line out....lyk..."i told u so" out of tha blue....sheesh...it's dangerous....hu noes wad kinda gibberish crap abt my secret love like i might blurt out one dae. actually i almost did...worst still...to my own reflection in tha bathroom....*screams* i'm becomin an insane self-toker...and dun get me wrong....i'm NOT in luv wif myself....haha....tt juz came out wrong...ok... yar...so back to thoughts....so far tha pervertic *not found in the dictionary* mind of mine izn't in action yet...thanx to chinese...*curses* i'm missing my pervertic thoughts....thoughts, thoughts, where art thou pervertic thoughts? haha....i noe i noe...todae i'm a little obsessed abt shakespeare todae....holy crap! wad kinda insane maniac am i turnin into.....haha....pple muz think me nerdy....*bleah!* shhh.....dun spread this or i swear i'll kick ass....haiz....so where do i THINK i'm headed to right now?? straight for F9 for mi maths exam tmr....argh...do i care? sure i do....my brain does...my body doesn't...sheesh...tt sounds wrong....haaha...which might actualli be a  gd thing....yay!!! ello to e pervertic side of muah!! cookie....think dirty thoughts...*chants* did i lyk hear tt on findin nemo or sth?? sth to do wif their fish tank?? not sure...oh wadever... hmm...juz wonderin..i mean...thinkin...how come they dun set essay qns on thoughts?? i think i might juz score A....haha...i'm braggin..*agn* dun listen to me. alrighty.....ltr got nip tuck!!! yippy! hooray!! i simply lurve tt grusome sadistic show!! slice baby slice! hmm hmm...tt juz look great....wahaha! korosen la!! heh heh...can't help it....juz gotta watch and make it food for thought...lalalala....ciao...&lt;br /&gt;*one crappy entry*

&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111763650440807663?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111763650440807663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111763650440807663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111763650440807663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111763650440807663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/06/yozies-ahz.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111746150359363403</id><published>2005-05-30T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T06:58:17.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no unnecessary attention required&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111746150359363403?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111746150359363403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111746150359363403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111746150359363403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111746150359363403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-unnecessary-attention-required.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111737431226677328</id><published>2005-05-29T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T06:45:12.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Would You Be&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Happier"&lt;/strong&gt;
Woo
Did you ever wonder where the story ends,
and how it all began, I do (I do, I do, I do, I do)
Did you ever dream you were the movie star
with popcorn in your hands, I did (I did, I did, I did)
Do you ever think you're someone else inside,
when no one understands you are (you are)
And wanna disappear inside a dream
but never wanna wake, wake uuuuuup
Then you stumble on tomorrow, and trip over today
[Chorus]
Would you be happier if you were someone together
Would the sun shine brighter if you played a bigger part
 Would you be wonderful if it wasn't for the weather
You're gonna be just fine (gonna be just fine)
Are you not afraid to tell your story now,
when everyone is done it's too late (too late, too late)
Was everything you've ever said or done not the way you planned, mistaaaake
So you promised that tomorrow, be different than today
[Chorus]
Would you be happier if you were someone together
Would the sun shine brighter if you played a bigger part
Would you be wonderful if it wasn't for the weather
You're gonna be just fineI think you're gonna be just fine
You're gonna be just fineSo don't worry baby
You're racing for tomorrow, not finished with today
Would you be happier if you were someone together
Would the sun shine brighter if you played a bigger part
Would you be wonderful if it wasn't for the weather
I think you're gonna be just fine
Would we be happier if we were someone together
Would the sun shine brighter if we played a bigger part
Would we be wonderful if it wasn't for the weather
I think we're gonna be just fine
I think you're gonna be just fine
Don't worry baby
Gonna be just fine
Don't worry honey
Gonna be just fine
Don't worry baby Gonna be just fiiiiine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111737431226677328?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111737431226677328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111737431226677328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111737431226677328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111737431226677328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/05/would-you-be-happier-woo-did-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111737284753081830</id><published>2005-05-29T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T06:21:47.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! Argh!!!! i'm juz so sick and tired of people making decisions for me and ruining my life!!! i think u shld noe whom i'm referin to....anywayz....O level chinese iz tmr....i dunno if i even hav faith in myself.....oh wellz.....i'll juz let things be....i guess i'll wake up wif another heart attack tmr...and hyperventilate during my exam....haha....i wonder what the results will be like. oh yar...sth funni happened todae...haha...i sprayed deoderant on mi dad's boxers and he went arnd the hse smellin lyk a perfume pot...haha.....haiz....didn't go session todae...spent the whole dae studyin.....i think i'm a little insane rite now hahahaha hehehehe heh heh heh muahahahah Wheex!! oh wellz....i've nuthin better to sae...this place iz dead....hu cares....ciao!

&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111737284753081830?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111737284753081830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111737284753081830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111737284753081830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111737284753081830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/05/yozies-argh-im-juz-so-sick-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111658565936220675</id><published>2005-05-20T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T03:40:59.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! here's mi fav chinese song...haha i guess this iz the onli one i'll like...


童话
&lt;br /&gt;
忘了有多久 再没听到你&lt;br /&gt;
对我说你最爱的故事 我想了很久 我开始慌了 &lt;br /&gt;
是不是我又做错了什么 &lt;br /&gt;
你哭着对我说 童话里都是骗人的 &lt;br /&gt;
我不可能是你的王子 也许你不会懂 从你说爱我以后 &lt;br /&gt;
我的天空 星星都亮了 &lt;br /&gt;
我愿/要/会变成童话里&lt;br /&gt;
你爱的那个天使 &lt;br /&gt;
张开双手变成翅膀守护你 你要相信 相信我们会像童话故事里 &lt;br /&gt;
幸福和快乐是结局 &lt;br /&gt;
（会）一起写我们的结局

~kiara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111658565936220675?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111658565936220675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111658565936220675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111658565936220675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111658565936220675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/05/yozies-heres-mi-fav-chinese-song.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111418022813865828</id><published>2005-04-22T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T07:30:28.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y iz everything so lyk tt?? can't i even take a break? why can't i hav my freedom? it belongs to me....well i guess i deserve nothing more than i get....but i can't help but feel that it is a little unfair....can't help but wish i was dead....why bother? why all this trouble? i giv up.....seriously i do....i dun giv a damn....i juz dun noe what to do anymore....i dun even noe what i want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111418022813865828?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111418022813865828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111418022813865828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111418022813865828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111418022813865828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/04/y-iz-everything-so-lyk-tt-cant-i-even.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111236914019540904</id><published>2005-04-01T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T07:25:40.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;died....gone....not comin back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8734275-111236914019540904?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111236914019540904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111236914019540904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111236914019540904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111236914019540904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/04/died.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111175540170343745</id><published>2005-03-25T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T04:56:41.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i asked two little birds on a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how'd you know it's love and if it's meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'when you love the other unconditionally'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111175540170343745?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111175540170343745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111175540170343745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111175540170343745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111175540170343745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-asked-two-little-birds-on-treehowd.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111175502647051910</id><published>2005-03-25T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T04:50:26.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! here iz a song i like=P

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Over-Lindsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I watched the walls around me crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But it's not like I won't build them up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So here's your last chance for redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So take it while it lasts 'cuz it will end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My tears are turning into time I'm wasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Trying to find a reason for goodbye*chorus*
I can't live without you, can't breathe without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm dreamin' about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Honestly tell me that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is it the world is spinning and I'm still livin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It won't be right if we're not in it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I'll be the first to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't wanna be the last to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I won't be the one to chase you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But at the same time, you're the heart that I call home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm always stuck with these emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the more I try to feel, the less I'm whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My tears are turning into time I'm wasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*chorus*
Over, over, over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My tears are turning into time I'm wasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can't live without you, can't breathe without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm dreamin' about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Honestly tell me that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is it the world is spinning and I'm still livin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It won't be right if we're not in it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me that it's over,tell me that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Honestly tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't tell me that it's over, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;don't tell me that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;~kiara~&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/8734275-111175502647051910?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111175502647051910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111175502647051910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111175502647051910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111175502647051910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/03/yozies-here-iz-song-i-likep-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111077363682780769</id><published>2005-03-13T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:13:56.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You And I Both-Jason Mraz
 &lt;br /&gt;
Was it you who spoke the words &lt;br /&gt;
That things would happen but not to me&lt;br /&gt;
Oh things are gonna happen naturally&lt;br /&gt;
And taking your advice&lt;br /&gt;
 I'm looking on the bright side &lt;br /&gt;
And balancing the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;
But often times those words get tangled up in lines&lt;br /&gt;
And the bright lights turn to night&lt;br /&gt;
Until the dawn it brings&lt;br /&gt;
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;
What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;
Others just read of&lt;br /&gt;
Others only dream of the love that I love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
See I'm all about them words&lt;br /&gt;
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words&lt;br /&gt;
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards&lt;br /&gt;
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;
Now you and I, you and I&lt;br /&gt;
Not so little you and I anymore&lt;br /&gt;
And with this silence brings a moral story &lt;br /&gt;
more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you and I both loved what you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;
and others just read of and if you could see now&lt;br /&gt;
well I'm already finally out of&lt;br /&gt;
well I'm almost finally finally, well I am free &lt;br /&gt;
oh I'm free&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and it's okay if you have go away&lt;br /&gt;
just remember the telephone works both ways&lt;br /&gt;
and if I never ever hear it ring&lt;br /&gt;
if nothing else I'll think the bells inside&lt;br /&gt;
 have finally found you someone else and that's okay&lt;br /&gt;
cause I'll remember everything you sang&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;
what you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;
and others just read of and if you could see now
well I'm already finally out of I'm finally out of, finally, deedeeededede
well I'm almost finally, finally out of words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111077363682780769?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111077363682780769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111077363682780769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111077363682780769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111077363682780769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-and-i-both-jason-mraz-was-it-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111055704588710558</id><published>2005-03-12T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T08:04:05.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"It Will Be Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you start falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who's gonna catch ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm willing to bet ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It will be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who's gonna love ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Like there's no other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Search and discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It will be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When all the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have gone and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who won't desert you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It will be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Weighing the options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So much to think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But when you think love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It will be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You may not see it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love is strange that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Someday somewhere baby somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you've been broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And dreams don't oblige ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who's that beside ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh, it will be meYou may not see it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love is strange that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Someday somewhere baby somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who'll be your only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;True romancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You know the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It will be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;What will it take to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bring you to your senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And finally convince you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It will be me&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/8734275-111055704588710558?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111055704588710558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111055704588710558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111055704588710558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111055704588710558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-will-be-mewhen-you-start.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111055636369368506</id><published>2005-03-12T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T07:57:04.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! i'm practically tokin to myself now....nobody comes here anyway.....it's a dead blog.... haiz....*sings* "all by myself......" -sniff- this iz stupid.....this iz retarded...i noe not hu to trust....i'm juz so lost....harlow!! can anyone hear me.....nope.....ok...fine....hi reflection...tok to me...argh!!! i'm crazy.....i have to be....lalalala i'm goin nutz.....everyone iz juz the same....the same old story i hear everytime......i'm sick and tired of hearing...i'm so sick of believing.....that i don't anymore...and everything juz falls to pieces....i see no meaning in this....i see no meaning in everything....i juz wan to sae i love u but i can't.....but i've said it a hundred and one times lyk it's nothing.....it juz spills...i hear it....i mean it.....u dun catch it.....haiz....reflection.....i dun believe anyone else iz as dumb as i am....i bet even u're snickering behine that glassy image.....oh....juz stop! stop this supid game....i wanna get off....i can't go on....sometimes u have so much love that u dun noe wad to do wif it....too much of it acts like a poison.....it's toxic....it hurts....and your soul dies.......u die....though not physically....but u feel yourself dying.....inside.....why? one word for all my questions. i feed on what's left....i'm grabbing onto every hope that comes by....they get smaller and smaller....they'll all soon vanish into thin air....leaving me wif nothing....i've nv had anything in the 1st place....why shld i care?? why can't i juz let it all fade?? can't i juz go to sleep and nv wake up?? i wish...what's all i ever wanted to do?? i dunno.......to love? i guess.....

~kiara~ *meaning every word*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111055636369368506?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111055636369368506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111055636369368506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111055636369368506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111055636369368506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/03/yozies-im-practically-tokin-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-111029401574405925</id><published>2005-03-08T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T07:00:15.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! haiz....finally manage to find sometime to come here and blog.....yupz... latest sucky poem --- -------- iz out......

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is That What Friends Are For?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You were the kind of friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who catches me before i fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But somehow you've changed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Became this stranger i no longer know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Always hanging around someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You left me here all by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or have you not noticed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have you already forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I bent down to tie my shoe laces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's fallen to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And when i'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I look up to find you gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The sun's not shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The sky is darkening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And i'm left here waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Waiting for you to turn back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And realise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is that what friends are for?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-111029401574405925?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/111029401574405925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=111029401574405925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111029401574405925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/111029401574405925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/03/yozies-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110906795749200609</id><published>2005-02-22T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T02:25:57.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We were talking to each other 'til dawn&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You put your arms around me and you asked me what was wrong&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I tried to be so serious, you smiled and played along&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You had to leave town tomorrow, yeah tomorrow you'd be gone&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We must have had the stars above and heaven on our side&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Cause we fell in love before we even made it through the night&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But you were leaving town, and started another kind of life&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You walked me to the door and we tried to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe I've never found the right way&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I kept my love hidden underground&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Baby I wish that there was some way&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That I could turn the clock around&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I couldn't sleep, I called up everybody that I knew&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All my friends said that I'd be crazy if I waited 'round you&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wanted to believe then so I called to say we're through&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But when I heard your voice, it nearly broke my heart in two&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe I've never found the right way&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I kept my love hidden underground&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Baby I wish that there was some way&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That I could turn the clock around&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't say you're gone, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll find you Someday...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well I jumped into my car but as I headed down the road&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I knew that when i got there, there might be nobody home&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You had gone away forever, and you left me all alone&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now I was on my own&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe I've never found the right way&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I kept my love hidden underground&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Baby I wish that there was some way&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That I could turn the clock around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110906795749200609?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110906795749200609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110906795749200609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110906795749200609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110906795749200609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-were-talking-to-each-other-til-dawn.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110889922638213875</id><published>2005-02-20T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T03:33:46.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! todae i was juz sitting in the ador room...thinking abt wad a lousy friend i've been...to all u reading this....i'm sorry....i noe i'm not the most well-liked person in ya life but u all matter alot to me....yar...and sorry for the times i've let u down....anywayz...i wrote a poem...i dunno how it connects to this but i'll post it anyway...not very nice but heck=)

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Where I Get Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All that i can see&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is a dark and endless tunnel&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My hopes are like the lights&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That disappears out of sight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With everyone that passes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A new one arrives&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That i prefered the old&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I never want to move on&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But the train's going too fast&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How I wish that it would stop...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And finally it does&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's where i get off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As life goes on&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One hope passes after another&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And i find myself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With no reason left&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To carry on&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is where i get off&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~kiara~&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/8734275-110889922638213875?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110889922638213875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110889922638213875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110889922638213875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110889922638213875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/02/yozies-todae-i-was-juz-sitting-in-ador.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110856360250613144</id><published>2005-02-16T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T06:20:02.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! ok...this iz for lila since she wants me to blog sth...and since i've nothing to sae...i guess i'll complian....why i'm so PEK CEK these days...ok...there are altogether 3 reasons...the major one which no one knows, the minor one which the few pple i've told think tt i'm making a big deal of....ok...i feel extremely stupid abt tt...but i'm still PEK CEK!!! ok...so i guess i'll have to keep it in...once agn...haiz...i'm selfish by nature....wad can i do? i've tried to change...*believe me u dun noe how selfish i actually am* only succeeded on the outside...so it's like i'm split into half... one iz saying stop being so selfish while the other half iz screaming I DON'T CARE!! WHY SHLD I?? THEY SAY THAT LIFE'S NOT FAIR SO LET IT BE LAH!!! DEN I SHAN'T BE FAIR TOO!! THE WHOLE BLOODY WORLD IZ LIKE TT WHY SHLD I EVEN TRY NOT BEING SELFISH WHEN IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!! AFTER ALL EVERONE STILL SAYS I AM WHEN I'M TRYING NOT TO BE EVERYONE JUDGES ME NOT LYK I DUN JUDGE THEM BUT THAT'S HOW IT"S LYK!! WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND...WHY SHLD THIS BE ANY DIFFERENT?? WHY IZ IT ALWAYS ME?? AND WHY IZ IT NV ME? FOR ALL THE THINGS THAT HAPPEN I CAN BET U THAT IN MY LIFE THERE ARE MORE BAD THINGS THAT HAPPEN EVEN NOW I'M BEING YELLED AT WHY CAN'T I EVER HAV PEACE?  WHY? WHY? WHY? ok....selfish thinking huh? well unfortunately pple.....esp those hu hav known me for every long....that iz how i actually am....that iz how i think...i'm reealing my true self...welcome to my world....i was nv corrected i was nv faulted for it....not until i realised that it's actually bad to think lyk tt.....right after this some of you might consider being my friend... haha ok...see what happens when i don't wear a mask?! now i'm taking it off for u to see! happi??  ok...3rd reason why i'm pek cek...MY INDEX NO.!!!!! this is so irritating!!! i've waited for 9 yrs to not the the guinea pig for oral, to not sit right in front, stuck in a corner by the door, and everytime i look at the board, i get this stupid reflection thing so much so that i hav to squint to look at the time and teachers think i'm copying. *CAN THAT BLOODY BI_ACH JUZ SHUT UP ALREADI?* and i can't see what's going on because the whole class iz behind me and i always ALWAYS am made to collect the papers and knowing how blur i am, when it comes to index no.order, i don't know and i have people yelling my name...and most of the time i get called to start reading first! and then when it comes to the gd stuff, teachers always go "ok i know how the last gurl feels being last why not let her go first?" ok thats fine...i'm fine with it... but i'll have people walking pass me and laughing, saying "the first shall be last and the last shall be first!!" hey! it's not like i asked for it....it's not like i even enjoy being first!! as they always sae...1st the worst! dun they ever think what the first person has to go through?? and during exams, the people sitting around me are all....u shld noe.....and during confirmation, i was put infront so i said to my cat teacher "u put me here cuz i'm short right?" and he said "no...i put u der cuz ya name begins wif 'A' and i had this really tall person behind me....wad a laugh....and because i was 1st, the other class had extra space and they juz slot me in der....so i wans't even sitting with my class! and during PE last yr i had to sit directly infront of judy low because i'm 1st and this year they had this stupid "muz-stand-in-index-no.-order-for assembly" thing for the convinence of the teachers! and i had to stand infront of course! and miss chow always petrol that area and glances at our uniform every single morning and u noe how i hate wearing my belt so high and so tight and so yar...i kind of kena told off by her one morning and they always make me go up and ans tt stupid "current affairs" question every single morning! and one dae i had braces for the 1st time and i cldn't tok properly IN THE MORNING and the person was lyk "huh?" and for every test paper that comes back, i'm the 1st to get it and everyone will stare at me when i walk up....and i hate people staring at me!! and for everything else i'm 1st and believe me i'm sure that there are more bad things to it...i wld write it dwn if i can rmb....but izn't this enough?? and i have people asking me..."whats so bad abt being 1st?" OK HERE IT IS EVERYTHING THAT IZ BAD ABT IT!! and of course you'll be thinking...so??? there are others also or no biggie....fine! if thats what u want to think so be it!! i'm selfish rmb....i'm full of myself!!! there! mind u....it's been 9yrs!! 9YEARS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110856360250613144?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110856360250613144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110856360250613144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110856360250613144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110856360250613144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/02/yozies-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110830734209882982</id><published>2005-02-13T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T07:09:02.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! haha todae was so funni....so...my relatives came over pretty late and ended up playing with my dog...haha...my poor doggie was the monkey in the middle...ok...so we had dinner...YAYz!! all my fav food and i competed wif my cousin hu cld eat more rice hahaha i won!!! yay!! to a guy!!! whee~ and of course there was the pervertic-dun-underestimate-me tok and then my mom was askin my cousin if he had found a gurl friend yet...haha...no...so my mom asked my other cousin's gurl friend to intro some but they were all too old...so they asked me. wahaha...i said tt i cld throw him a 21st birthdae bash and invte all my friends...haha...thats when my mom thought of teri! haha shld be matured enough for him lah....haha...so i was telling him the criteria for hooking up wif tee...haha i dun think he can make it=) can't realli take suaning haha...he iz sucha sweetie! awwww.....haha...but he suan others no prob la. haha...so after dinner, they saw the photo of the whole sotong clan on the shelf and i made them guess which one iz teri. wah not bad...not bad...denial iz quite a gd guesser when it comes to gurls...haha. hav to be la...he's married lolz...the rest tot was hazel or joan and my uncle tot was anne wahahahaha then lover boi came along and he guessed joan haha...den i said "r u sure??" den he said gerry hahaha...so funni so denial and i were laughing at how bad they all were at guessing gurls...hahaha so later i showed em the album of the bbq at teri's house and asked him to guess agn haha i even told him tt she was in a pic of 3 of us onli...as in teri, me and joan and he said joan. hahaha probably cuz she was giving tha "i'm shy but gorgeous" look hahaha anywayz... my auntie was lyk hiya we dun hav to tell him hu teri iz la...but we noe hu to invite hahaha... awwww my cousin being tha gentlemen tt he iz juz sat der and read the newspaper hahaha ok...i support him...he iz one guy hu ain't a bustard i wld probably go out wif him if he wasn't my cousin hahaha....i'm serious XD right....so after we played bridge *losers had to drink warm shandy* lyk 10 times, we took grp photo and my aunt was lyk oi! edwin stand in front leh...muz be in tha front pg and my mom joined in the fun by saying that it was him that i wanted to sell... haha sooo fun XD shld hav seen his face....awwwwww hahaha...okok...so they went home pretty early and guess wad...when they stepped out of the hse, we found out that comet had bitten my aunt's and my cousin's wife's shoes hahaha....my dog sure hav expensive taste...lyk me =X noe why?? cuz they were wearing expensive leather shoes...wahahahaha so funni so my poor doggie got scolding agn and my mom was shocked beyond words hahaha and the funiest thing was tt my cousin's socks were all soaked wif....pee i think wahahaha at first he didn't ne and he was laughing abt how his sports shoes were saved...hahaa so it was my elder cousin hu had the last laugh after all...haha my poor poor cousin....got suan by me, black-mailed my me, lost to me once in bridge and got his socks soaked hahaa anywae my aunt asked he husband to bring out her driving shoes frm the car and she left her leather shoes here to be thrown away...hahaha my mom wanted to take a pic of it! lol....it also had siliva on it hahaha ok mom naggin better zhao.... ciao!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110830734209882982?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110830734209882982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110830734209882982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110830734209882982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110830734209882982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/02/yozies-haha-todae-was-so-funni.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110822619298851810</id><published>2005-02-13T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T08:36:32.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! here's a song depicting my life.....&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fallen&lt;br /&gt;

Heaven bent to take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And lead me through the fire&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Be the long awaited answer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To a long and painful fight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Truth be told I've tried my best&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But somewhere along the way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I got caught up in all there was to offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the cost was so much more than I could bear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Though I've tried, I've fallen... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have sunk so low &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have messed up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Better I should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So don't come round here&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And tell me I told you so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We all begin with good intent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love was raw and young &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We believed that we could change ourselves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The past could be undone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But we carry on our backs the burden&lt;br /&gt;
Time always reveals &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The lonely light of morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The wound that would not heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's the bitter taste of losing everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That I have held so dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've fallen... I have sunk so low &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have messed up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Better I should know &lt;br /&gt;
So don't come round here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And tell me I told you so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Heaven bent to take my hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nowhere left to turn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm lost to those I thought were friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To everyone I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh they turned their heads embarassed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pretend that they don't see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But it's one missed step &lt;br /&gt;
You'll slip before you know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Though I've tried, I've fallen... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have sunk so low I have messed up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Better I should know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So don't come round here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And tell me I told you so...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110822619298851810?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110822619298851810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110822619298851810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110822619298851810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110822619298851810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/02/yozies-heres-song-depicting-my-life_13.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110796126931351708</id><published>2005-02-09T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T07:01:09.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if angels fly
why can't i die
if all these are fake
why does my heart break
if this is what it's for
why do humans fall
if you don't bother to ask
why do i wear this mask
if i'm trapped in this maze
why do i still have faith
if it's ment to be
why doesn't it happen to me
if everything changes with time
why do i commit the same crime
if love is all that matters
why does the mind falter
if this is all it takes
why do i have to wake
if everyday is new
why dosen't my soul heal
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110796126931351708?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110796126931351708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110796126931351708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110796126931351708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110796126931351708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/02/if-angels-fly-why-cant-i-die-if-all.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110794672273804459</id><published>2005-02-09T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T03:27:12.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not Pretty EnoughAm I not pretty enough &lt;br /&gt;
Is my heart to broken &lt;br /&gt;
Do I cry too much &lt;br /&gt;
Am I too outspoken &lt;br /&gt;
Don't I make you laugh &lt;br /&gt;
Should I try it harder &lt;br /&gt;
Why do you see right through me &lt;br /&gt;
I live, I breathe, I let it rain on me&lt;br /&gt;
I sleep, I wake, I try hard not to break &lt;br /&gt;
I crave, I love, I've waited long enough &lt;br /&gt;
I try as hard as I can &lt;br /&gt;
Am I not pretty enough &lt;br /&gt;
Is my heart to broken &lt;br /&gt;
Do I cry too muchAm I too outspoken &lt;br /&gt;
Don't I make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;
Should I try it harder &lt;br /&gt;
Why do you see right through me &lt;br /&gt;
I laugh, I feel, I make believe it's real &lt;br /&gt;
I fall, I freeze, I pray down on my knees &lt;br /&gt;
I hope, I stand, I take it like a man &lt;br /&gt;
I try as hard as I can &lt;br /&gt;
Am I not pretty enough &lt;br /&gt;
Is my heart to broken &lt;br /&gt;
Do I cry too muchAm I too outspoken &lt;br /&gt;
Don't I make you laugh &lt;br /&gt;
Should I try it harder &lt;br /&gt;
Why do you see right through me &lt;br /&gt;
Why do you see &lt;br /&gt;
Why do you see &lt;br /&gt;
Why do you see right through me
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110794672273804459?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110794672273804459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110794672273804459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110794672273804459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110794672273804459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-pretty-enougham-i-not-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110778707076217319</id><published>2005-02-07T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T06:37:50.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i say things everydae...the things i don't mean are those i sae properly.....those i mean with all my heart....are the stuff i mumble and wish it could be heard.....haiz.....
&lt;br /&gt;
the thing i learned over the past week...
*almost everyone will side with you when you are right-the proper office of a friend iz to side with you even when you are wrong*

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kiara~
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110586184511548614?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110586184511548614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110586184511548614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110586184511548614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110586184511548614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/01/yozies-hi-pple-at-lizzies-hse-now-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110467760527823053</id><published>2005-01-02T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T06:53:25.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! haiz...tmr got sch.....*groan* i dunno how i'm gonna get through tmr..dunno how i'm gonna get through the yr....*damn* ok...i hate 1st days....argh!! noe wad...this might be my last entry...i've got banned frm bloggin....this yr....*sniff* so yar....as my supposedly last entry...umm...i'm not sure wad to sae...haiz....so depressin...*last entry* *sob* haiz....really gonna miss tokin and taggin u ppl online *sigh* haha....i've nuthin else to sae...except tt tha potluck party was FUN hahaha....hope we can get together agn....haha....ok....i think i better go...i haven't taken out mi nail polish yet....hahaha......tmr i'll be screwed...haiz....yupz...so to u guys...all the best this yr....i'm sure tt as long as we support each other...we'll make it through this rough yr!!! yay!!! okie...better go...haha....ciao!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ps: will blog ang during hols or whenever i can=)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110467760527823053?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110467760527823053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110467760527823053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110467760527823053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110467760527823053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2005/01/yozies-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110433643194188961</id><published>2004-12-30T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T08:07:11.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! haiz....it's so hard to live a normal life....being who i am....haiz...why can't i juz be lyk the others? why muz i be so different? it's not as if i asked for it...haiz...ppl see me as some little gurl...an immature one...probably cuz i act lyk one...fine....maybe i do...maybe i'm used to lettin ppl treat me lyk one...but sometimes the things they sae....i've to pretend i'm not affected by it... but i can see wad the way they look at me...can see that they think i'm much too young...for wadever....haiz....some ppl hav no idea....*tryin to act normal*

~kiara~
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110433643194188961?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110433643194188961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110433643194188961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110433643194188961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110433643194188961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/yozies-haiz_30.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110416399296001970</id><published>2004-12-28T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T08:22:03.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;yozies~here's a poem....dun get me wrong...it doesn't refer to anyone=)&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Hoping You Would Notice
&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;

I was talking and cryin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
On the phone at one in the morning

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanting you to understand

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping you would notice

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;

I was trying so hard

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To capture you’re heart

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By doing the things I normally wouldn’t

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping you would notice

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;

I was looking out for you

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to catch your eye

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing you were here with me

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping you would notice

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;

I was avoiding you

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And pushing you away

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wondering if you care

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping you would notice

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;

I did all I could to be loved

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see you smiling back at me

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though you’ve hurt me so

&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping you would notice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~kiara~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 Ps: the spirit is willing but the flesh iz reluctant =)
~kiara~
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110407158475453432?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110407158475453432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110407158475453432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110407158475453432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110407158475453432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/yozieshaiz.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110399296927617963</id><published>2004-12-26T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T08:42:49.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! haiz....todae so crazy all the sotong memberz got together agn...except someone.... aniwae...hazel had this family-relative party and we were umm...uninvited i guess...or...not realli la...wellz....teri had this crazy idea of gettin vokar...*agn* hee....soree lah...not as nice as the bbq dae...haiz....haha... but i drank quite abit anywae....and haha....anne!! little gurl!!! wahaha...not a gd drinker...haha i feel bad for the floor....haha...the poor floor....had to drown in vokar....lol guess wad i met gillian's brother todae....omg!!! he seem to be frm a diff universe frm her...and i suan e sotong clan todae...wahaha....so fun!!! heh heh....latr we went to buy food at chomp chomp and went to tee's hse to eat....tok till eleven thirty...*groan* come back onli get nagged at and scolded and forced to feel guilty haiz....tts mi life i guess....wellz...but it's probably the price i hav to pay for all my friends...haha...my fantastic friends!!! yay!!! they r all soo nice!!! i dun deserve em....i noe....haha....THANX GOD!!!!! muack!! luv all of u! XD haha....dun need alcohol ton get high....wif em arnd...haha....haiz....wad a crazy dae....eating ham and all sorts of other stuff...oh... tee's black forest cake was lovely.....sooo nice!!! too bad i was too full to try e cheese cake....haiz... nvm la....lol i'm sucha pig....haha...better go...ciao....it's past x'mas liao....*sniff* but wad e heck... MERRY X'MAS guys!!! lurve ya lots=)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110399296927617963?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110399296927617963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110399296927617963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110399296927617963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110399296927617963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/yozies-haiz_26.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110386122964084621</id><published>2004-12-24T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T20:07:09.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo yoz yozies yozies!....haha...yay!! it's x'mas eve!! *sniff* sotong dae ove juz lyk tt...oh!! thanx everyone!!!! for e prezzies!!! luv all of ya lots XD heh heh!! no lah...i think tt the best prezzie i got this yr iz all mi frienz!!! hahaha....muz get into tha x'mas spirit...i can't imagine wad mi live will be lyk wifout u guys...so....yupz...as usual...if u wanna noe wad we did on sotong clan dae...go read lizzie's blog=) sorree sis...too lazy to type lah...and dun "OI!" me kkz....cya a'rnd
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110386122964084621?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110386122964084621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110386122964084621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110386122964084621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110386122964084621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/yo-yoz-yozies-yozies.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110312132728894681</id><published>2004-12-15T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T06:35:27.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here, here I am again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And I'm starin at these same four walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Alone again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And now, all the colors blend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And I'm growing numb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And I've become this empty page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Hold on, its tragic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Stumbling through all this static&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I just wanna talk to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And my broken heart just has no use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And I, I guess promises are better left unsaid, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Everytime you try to tell me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
You say the words that I'm the only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But I'm the one who's crawling on the ground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
When you say love makes the world go 'round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
My love, look at what you've done to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
For someone who has felt so strong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
It's amazing I'm completely gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Hold on, its tragic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Stumbling throuh all this static&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I just wanna talk to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And my broken heart just has no use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And I, I guess promises are better left unsaid, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Everytime you try to tell me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
You say the words that im the only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But I'm one who's crawling on the ground, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
When you say love makes the world go 'round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
It's not the love you give me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I'd rather be alone, believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
It's not the way you're 'posed to treat me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I'd rather walk away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I just wanna talk to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And my broken heart just has no use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And I, I guess promises are better left unsaid, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Everytime you try to tell me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
You say the words that im the only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But I'm one whos crawling on the ground, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
When you say love makes the world go 'round, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
You say love makes the world go 'round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Everytime you try to tell me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I dont care you're not the only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Dont you know I'm coming back around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Cuz I say love makes the world go 'round, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Cuz I say love makes the world go 'round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110312132728894681?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110312132728894681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110312132728894681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110312132728894681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110312132728894681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/here-here-i-am-again-and-im-starin-at.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110311948659958019</id><published>2004-12-15T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T06:04:46.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! haiz...i wish i wish i wish.....maybe it ain't so impossible after all...haiz...but i dun wan to regret it later....wad if....i crash half way??? umm.....haiz...i dunno realli dunno....why izit tt i'm the only one who can help myself...fine.....fine fine.....nvm...shldn't boter the world abt some stupid little....umm...little big future i'm attempting....ohh wellz....i might as well giv it a shot...i dun mind spending my entire life pretending and faking personalities yay!!! juz thinking of it....wow!!! hey! it's gonna be my life.....actualli it's alreadi my life...juz wonder if i wld qualify for the auditions....haiz....i guess not....oh yar...i'm everything ppl hate....haiz....i dun deserve the place...ah well....i seriously dunno...and i'm not gonna think abt it for the next decade....*yar right* lyk i cld....argh!!!! i'm driving myself nuts!!! shut up and go and die la!!!! *sob* i can't i can't....u idiot! juz quit thinking!!! oopz....soree dun bother.....juz another personality fight....i'd better get out b4 it starts up agn....i've got some serious murdering to do....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~kiara~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110311948659958019?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110311948659958019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110311948659958019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110311948659958019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110311948659958019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/yozies-haiz_15.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110295453257397430</id><published>2004-12-13T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T08:15:32.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! haiz....sooo satisfied....i'm done wif christmas shoppin and writting cards...whoa...i broke record this yr...19 over cards...and still counting....one more thing though....the sotong clan dae planning...umm....i realli x1000 hope this one will be great....damn...liz!!! tt thing how?!? muz get together another dae and do it...argh!!!! *panics* and yar...i won't sae wad i've been doin tha past few daes...cuz it's all been down one lizzie's blog...so u can juz pop over der and read...oh... and btw...gd news for u....i mean mi dear sis...i can go for ya concert...haha....soo funny...todae at a-maths tuiton...teri told me she won't be back next sat...and later my teacher also told us tt he can't make it...so i'm going on thur...argh crap! a-maths den chinese...wonder how i'm gonna hav my dinner...maths start at 5.30, ends at 7.30pm and chinese starts at 8...tt means half an hr dinner...including the torturous braces i'm gonna put on...haiz....anywae...the point iz juz...ican go to ya concert...haha...i'll nv forget the look u gav me when i told u tt i might not be able to go...u looked lyk a 5yr old about to burst into tears cuz her mommy couldn't arrange a birthdae party for her....hahaha.....i didn't noe it wld make tt big a diff for me not to go...haiz....wellz...as for the sotong clan dae thingie...call me kkz...i'll tell ya the details...and oh....now u noe how it's lyk having to be asked soo many qns when u go out...haiz....i wldn't wish it on anyone though...i noe how annoying it is....esp when the ppl askin r the ppl u dun feel lyk tokin too.....u get wad i mean rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey gerry....call me kkz...i forgot to update u on sth...and u still  need to tell me some umm...stuff...haiz...wad else do i need to tell u?!....umm...right! when we r gonna exchange prezzies...oh...same for liz too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;umm...teri....call me too when u get back...need to settle and confirm stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hi kor...plz sms me ya addie....plz....thanx in advance*if u're stupidly wondering why*u'll find soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hi di r u back frm ya hols yet?? where on earth did u find a comp while sightseeing in NZ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haiz....wellz...i think tts abt all i hav to sae...oh yes...and to all the ppl....who know me...der will be a bbq at teri's hase on the 22nd...in the evening *this includes all youth grp ppl*...plz spread e word arnd ya...and call me if u hav any qns....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right...it's kinda late...not acutalli...argh! wadever...i see no use of staying here....so ciao!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;see u guys soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110295453257397430?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110295453257397430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110295453257397430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110295453257397430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110295453257397430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/yozies-haiz_13.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110266276050184976</id><published>2004-12-09T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:12:40.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! whoa....it's rainin cats and dogs agn!!! wadda xian afternoon!!! haiz......i feel soo guilty...not doin my maths or studying bio...haiz....but something inside tells me it's all gonna be fine....oh yar...i forgot to mention....i've juz finished tt bk "under my spell" was umm...not exactly wad i wanted to read....but i'm satisfied tt i've completed it and can daydream abt all the stuff in der hmm....not wad u think ok!!! it has nuthing to do wif...umm...tt stuff....but it's the beauty of magic...juz imagine....all the stuff u can do wif powers...i'm sure i cld make the rain stop right now...infact there iz this funny happy air abt the way the sky iz rumbling....haiz....i wld luv to snap my fingers and do up my hair in juz 2 sec in the mornings...not bad!!! i can hav any style the way i like it!! how great iz tt?! den i dun need to spend all tt money on prom...haiz...heh heh.. oh!! i can cheat in my O's as well...no one will noe...haha...oh! and i can shink guys' umm...i shan't sae*giggle* wahahaha*hits self* i'd better stop daydreaming....ah.....if onli....ok....nuf said...i dunno why i'm online...think i better go and make a nice cold frutty blended b4 the fruits start cursing me haha....lalalalala&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110266276050184976?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110266276050184976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110266276050184976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110266276050184976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110266276050184976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/yozies-whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110250841582122162</id><published>2004-12-08T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T04:20:15.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AaRrGgHh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110250841582122162?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110250841582122162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110250841582122162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110250841582122162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110250841582122162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/aarrgghh.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110243355837599472</id><published>2004-12-07T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T07:47:10.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! i've so much to say....den agn I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IZ HAPPENING!!! i can't believe this juz happened....haiz...the best part iz that it hardly affects me....ok...maybe it does...but not in a bad way....in fact i'm quite happy with the peace and quiet and my freedom to turn on the com. wifout a chicken backside face scowling at me....haiz....i sure dun miss it at all....and since i luv drama in my life...it's actualli quite fascinating to hear my mom scream "wad do u wan? u want to kill me?? go ahead!!! u want a DIVORCE?!?" to my dad....wow!! wad a sensitive drama mama she iz.....heh heh....she went frm asking my dad nicely wad was it tt was making him so grouchy to crying that she'll get rid of the dog or the fishes or wad ever thats making him the way he is....i was silently hoping and expecting her to sae my name as well....haiz....fat hopes...i bet if she wanted to get rid of me...it wld be running away and draging me along....argh!!!! frustrating!! i dun even feel lyk i own my life....*sigh* my whole childhood iz spoiled...all becuz my mom was sucha overprotective freak!!! thank god i opened my eyes and saw that i wasn't normal....umm...i mean...i wasn't lyk the other kids....i guess i was so furious...i rebelled!!! yupz...and i still hate em for it! every now and den i hav to snap at my mom to remind her that i dun belong to her....and i hav to glare at my dad to remind him that he doesn't run my life....was kind of a bloody f****** life do i hav?! *sigh*.....i dun even want it.....and hu cares wad the hell they do?! ok...umm...sorri god....yes i noe i hav to be thankful for wad i hav...but i realli dun want all that i have....and yar....i shld be obedient to my parents....but how can i when they act lyk kids younger den my age?!? and i hav to pick up the piecies and pretend nuthing happened... how can i?!? oh wellz...believe it or not...i hav been...all my life...and guess wad...i think i hav to pull it off agn....without any support....haiz...i can do it i can do it i can do it......no...i have to do it....argh!!! i pray i'm as gd a pretender as i've always been...somehow...someway.... i've GOT TO pull it off...great!!...and i'm left wondering how. My dad iz sleeping downstairs...my mom on the bedroom floor...maybe i shld sleep in my room tonite...ok...people reading this will definately think i'm nuts...wad the heck....juz f**** off!!! oops...i think teri's bk has realli gotten those vilgor language stuck in my vocab...right... before i end off....here's a poem....i wrote todae...

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something Gets To Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looked up and gazed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into the depths of its darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping to see a star or two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there were none tonite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow the serenity of it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made it seem so blissful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took a breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoying the cool night air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cold wind against my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweeping away the hurt and pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sense of deja vu crusing through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels like i've always know how to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The suffocating breaths &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The excitment in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A smile somehow seems irresistable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this point in time....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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damn...got dentist app. tmr...dunno if they r fixin mi braces tmr...oops.....i haven't picked wad color yet...haiz...
hey liz.....mi dear sis...hope u dun mind bringing my shirt for me tmr...i can find no other perfect dae to burden myself with an extra garment...and oh...i've finished to 2 WHICH bks alreadi....eill pass to ya tmr...and tt skirt u lent me....do i owe u anything else? oh...haha....tt simple gifts bk*haven't finisehed yet* fine...i'll return ya 'which' christopher pike one....yupz...tts all...byez... *gonna drown myself in one of those thick novels....haiz....more luv stories i guess.....
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title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110217271078420721</id><published>2004-12-04T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T07:05:10.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where Did I Go Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm always too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see the train leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm always laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it's not cool to smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm always aiming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somehow keep missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So how did you get here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something is wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where did I go right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did I get you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How come all this blue sky is around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you found me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where did I go right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did I get you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know how I did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somehow now I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm always driving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget where I'm going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should have turned left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I was singing some song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I, I am arriving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As everyone's leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there you are waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something is wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes no sense to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No it isn't clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somehow you're standing here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something gets to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's that nothing is wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS 2X]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110217271078420721?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110217271078420721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110217271078420721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110217271078420721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110217271078420721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/where-did-i-go-rightim-always-too.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110216647907092189</id><published>2004-12-04T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T05:21:19.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I waited and waited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally you came&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But upon that lovely face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There wasn't a smile for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that what i've done &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have offended you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to say sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you won't understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So once again i tried &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make you laugh and grin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping you wld forgive me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and show me love i don't deserve-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110216647907092189?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110216647907092189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110216647907092189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110216647907092189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110216647907092189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-waited-and-waitedfinally-you-camebut.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110208447843545655</id><published>2004-12-03T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T06:34:38.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate em...i hate myself...i hate everyone!!! i hate my life!!!! i dun deserve anything either....so wad  am doing here?! WAD?! *sinks*
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110208447843545655?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110208447843545655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110208447843545655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110208447843545655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110208447843545655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-em.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110198485962083736</id><published>2004-12-02T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T02:57:11.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All The Shit That You Do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You did things behind my back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tried to cover up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You used me without thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I forgave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You lie and deny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's fine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were the sensible one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now it seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That i'm that one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't say anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shan't say anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you take me for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You managed to fool others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't fool me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You thought I wld fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was merely giving you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The benefit of a doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm keeping my distance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why should i care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know not why myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i know you not, anymore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110198485962083736?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110198485962083736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110198485962083736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110198485962083736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110198485962083736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-shit-that-you-doyou-did-things.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110190834971827561</id><published>2004-12-01T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T05:39:09.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_a new mth...another fresh start...i hate SI!!! i dunwan anyone to win...but if i had to choose....well..i'll sae sly...dunno la...dun ask me....haiz...so ristricted...onli get to spend 1/2 hr online...argh!!! my life rox!!!!*think reverse*=)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;btw....i lyk tt song tt sly sang...it's better den fik....think it's called i dream.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh yar!!! miracle happened!!! my dad lyks cOmEt XD!!!hee...his's one obedient intelligent doggie  :D...yupz tts all tonite...ciao!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~kiara~&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/8734275-110190834971827561?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110190834971827561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110190834971827561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110190834971827561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110190834971827561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-mth.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110182937509835590</id><published>2004-11-30T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T07:42:55.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! haiz...todae....so guilty....*shan't say*right...atleast we r gettin somewhere...this x'mas... anywae....i came back...tok to mi doggy....haiz...dunno if it understands...wad the heck....haiz haiz haiz....so xian.....so many things to do this mth suddenly......ah wellz....soon it will be all over...*gasps* Os!!!! argh!!!!!! nvm...i shall shut up.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110182937509835590?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110182937509835590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110182937509835590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110182937509835590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110182937509835590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-haiz_30.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110174354980827899</id><published>2004-11-29T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T07:52:29.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am a poet writing of my pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am a person living a life of shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am your daughter hiding my depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am your sister making a good impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am your friend acting like i'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am a wisher wishing this life weren't mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am a girl who thinks of suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am a teenager pushing her tears aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am a student who doesn't have a clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am the girl sitting next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am the one asking you to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am your best friend hoping you'll be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110174354980827899?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110174354980827899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110174354980827899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110174354980827899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110174354980827899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-i-am-poet-writing-of-my-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110165434837829766</id><published>2004-11-28T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T07:05:48.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to liz(reply to last entry): i'm not leaving, i'm not adapting...to everything...i try to fit...but i juz dun belong...and i hate myself too...infact i'm starting to hate everyone...
and hey!!! u stole my "i'm happy...hu am i kiddin" line!!! *strangles u*

right abt todae....argh!!! so pissed*bangs head against the wall* wif myself....i wish the ground will open and swallow me whole!!! i wish i wish....yar rite! fat hopes...sniff...feel so sad...why ah? i also dunno......once again...no where to run, no place to go, finding myself here...looking for a cure impossible to find....ok....if i tok anymore....nvm...ciao. *pek cek* *pissed* *feel lyk an idiot* kill me plz!!!
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110165434837829766?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110165434837829766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110165434837829766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110165434837829766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110165434837829766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-lizreply-to-last-entry-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110128941841915554</id><published>2004-11-24T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T01:43:38.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When everything around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Comes tumbling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;God is full of surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Once again the sun he rises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To brighten my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chasing grey clouds away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finally! At last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When the real me was fading fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;He showed and brought to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A special gift to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;lOvEd-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS: yay! i'm getting the impossible!!! am i dreaming?!? i had better not be again=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110128941841915554?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110128941841915554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110128941841915554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110128941841915554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110128941841915554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/when-everything-aroundcomes-tumbling.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110122101972033039</id><published>2004-11-23T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T06:43:39.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the world seems dark and cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As my teenage life unfold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heal my heart and soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once more making me whole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110122101972033039?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110122101972033039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110122101972033039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110122101972033039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110122101972033039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/when-world-seems-dark-and-coldas-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110113676574170975</id><published>2004-11-22T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T07:19:25.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! my head iz pounding....wif every beat of my heart.....too many dilated blood vessels muz be...and i'm so tired...not physically....but mentally.....haiz....wad can i do? i realli dun hav a choice....anywaez....i worked frm 9 to 6 todae....wah.....so boring...no one to tok too....cuz liz went back....got headache...i took a longer time to hit me though...haha...i juz tahan until it was time to go mass....haiz....slight onli la...no biggie...yay!!! i made it for so many hours!!! so pround of miself!!!! hahaa...no la...jkjk...anyway...sundae...was...wellz...umm...said by liz liao...so yupz...i shan't tok abt it....right...tmr we r goin ZOO!!!!! sheesh!!! i hav no idea wad the day has instore for me....wellz....we'll juz wait and see...btw...guess wad! i got a blender for x'mas...izn't that something housewives get? haiz....but i'm grateful...at least i get to blend fruit drinks wif crushed ice now.....yay!! i'll juz hav to be careful not to drop seeds inside...lol...no offence teri....haha...oh great!! haven't buy x'mas prezzies yet...hav a realli bad feeling....haiz....oh wellz...i hope i can get everyone the stuff they want...haiz....i juz want everyone to be happy....*sniff* no more shawl for myself...haiz...juz another stupid sacrifice....i hav to make....wellz....lets juz hope tt my wish comes true this yr....tts all i ask for....but den agn...it's all i ever ask evry yr....yr aft yr...so far so gd....i've to wait and see wad happens in the future....haiz.....ok....mi jie naggin at me to go sleep ..fine...ciao!
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110113676574170975?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110113676574170975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110113676574170975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110113676574170975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110113676574170975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-my-head-iz-pounding.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110078667516045380</id><published>2004-11-18T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T06:04:35.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm happy...i'm...
*hu am i kiddin!*
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110078667516045380?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110078667516045380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110078667516045380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110078667516045380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110078667516045380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110068686855818098</id><published>2004-11-17T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T02:50:01.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm almost der....juz need to try alittle harder.......................................and everything will be fine...
gotta keep holdin on....
ok...i'm tokin crap agn...haiz.....*license to bullshit*
yay! guess wad i had for lunch todae? curry udon, cold soba, 6pieces of sushi and green tea ice-cream... :D
yay! tonite got Charmed~ hee XD
yay! i found mi con.f cert...phew!
groan* tml got chinese test
groan* got soo much homework...
groan* cannot enjoy food aft 2nd wk of dec
groan* i'm goin back to hell...wif a mask&gt;&lt;
groan* i'm dyin inside.....
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110068686855818098?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110068686855818098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110068686855818098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110068686855818098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110068686855818098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-almost-der.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110068271480162380</id><published>2004-11-17T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T01:11:54.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You Don’t Have To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You don’t have to be cool
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You don’t have to be rich
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You don’t have to be smart
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You don’t have to be popular
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You don’t have to be hilarious
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You don’t have to be tall
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You don’t have to be good
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You don’t have to be a dancer
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You don’t have to be a gd singer
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And no, you don’t have to impress me
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All I ask is that you love me for who I am
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And care enough to stay around
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All I ask is that you’ll be yourself
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And make me smile
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All I ask is that you’ll understand
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And take my hand to show the way
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All I ask is that you’ll be honest
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And don’t break my heart
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All I ask is that you’ll be there
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Through good times and bad
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All I ask is that you’ll be patient
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There is so much I’ve yet to learn
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All I ask is that you’ll break down this wall
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And mend my broken heart…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110068271480162380?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110068271480162380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110068271480162380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110068271480162380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110068271480162380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-dont-have-to-you-dont-have-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110061602536448577</id><published>2004-11-16T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T06:40:25.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! Yay!!! Todae sooo fun!!!*hu am I kiddin?* I made pancakes!!! Took me two whole hours…wow! And I gave lila, lizzie and lao shi some…haiz…I hope I hav enough for tml’s recess…yupz…shld hav lar…lol…haha…todae’s dinner soo nice…roast chicken, baked potatoes wif butter…cauliflower cooked the way I want-soft, no taste. Great…tml got a-maths…thur got Chinese test…. I dun care la…..haiz haiz haiz…I’m feelin really uncomfortable in this mask…I really want to rip it off…but I noe I can’t….*sigh…I wish I cld…really I do…but it has to stay….glued to my exterior…ARGH!!! Anyway…here’s a song to express my interior =D

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Go Lucky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,all my love was yours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of this I was so sure,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I never saw it coming baby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I'm over the surprise,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm wearing this disguise,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So everyone can think &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm having fun baby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world only sees me smiling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My pillow knows the truth at night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause that's where I hide my sorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they call me happy go lucky, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't know my heart is dying inside,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A smile's a frown turned upside down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do my happy go lucky so well,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm even fooling myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I've put it to the test,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's for the best,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In fact it's good you walked out on me baby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, I've learned how to survive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you in my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why am I still talking 'bout you baby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world only sees me smiling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My pillow knows the truth every night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause that's where I hide my sorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they call me happy go lucky, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't know my heart is dying inside,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A smile's a frown turned upside down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do my happy go lucky so well,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm even fooling myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my love yours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I was so sure,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I see the morning light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I put on this facade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all I have to protect my pride,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all I've got, this smile is all I've got,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they call me happy go lucky, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't know my heart is dying inside,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A smile's a frown turned upside down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do my happy go lucky so well,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm even fooling myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110061602536448577?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110061602536448577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110061602536448577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110061602536448577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110061602536448577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-yay-todae-sooo-funhu-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110053243720768749</id><published>2004-11-15T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T07:33:57.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! heyo! haiz...i think it's time...time to put on tt mask...haiz....that old worn out mask...that i've worn for so long...den thrust it aside...and now....i'm searchin all over for it once more....so i can wear it tml...ah...found it atlast...wif a few holes in it...i realli hope no one see through it...haha now where's tt poem...the one on pg 78 of the chicken soup for the teenage soul...oh yar..it's wif liz...haiz....sori ppl...cannot type it out for u tonite....wellz...here's a poem i wrote todae...liz edited it....changed so much...haha...but i muz admit it's better...haha....thanx liz! for all e effort...hee =)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling… lost…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Like a fallen angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I fell frm high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
To realise my faults&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
To make people sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Wish that i could change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
What has been done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But the past iz history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And the future's yet to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The present iz a gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
That's wad ppl sae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
All the hurt 've caused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
That has shattered souls today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Where do i go frm here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
When I’m so lost in this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
That is so desolate, so barren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
With no love that puts me in a daze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I have nuthing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And nuthing belongs to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
All that i see iz someone else's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
All these earthly things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Looking all around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
An illusion is what I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I can't seem find my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
In a maze of trust like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Everyone has something to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Everyone iz a somebody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Everyone has something to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Everyone except me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Is there anyone lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Can anyone hear me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I'm juz a nobody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
A nobody who is lost...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
~kiara~&lt;/em&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/8734275-110053243720768749?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110053243720768749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110053243720768749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110053243720768749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110053243720768749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-heyo-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110044794127911461</id><published>2004-11-14T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T07:59:01.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! haiz haiz....todae seems sooo long...haiz...quite a bad dae for me actualli...not gonna sae...i woke up to all those lectures...wondering wad dae it was...oh yar...sundae! my fav dae of the wk....and all these hav to hit me 1st thing in the morning...haiz....so i ignored it all and carried on gettin dressed....yar...it realli gets u down havin to hear all those...so i started singin tt song that i was so into these few days (its below) and yupz...i made it to church in one piece! so i walked arnd the bkshop...dared not look at anyone...knowing that they all despise me...so anyway...the bkshop was gettin borin...so i ended up on the bench outside to adoration rm...i sat der thinkin how late it iz alreadi...wondered where liz was....haiz...ended up thinkin of the past few day's events....felt so useless...so hated by everyone...felt so down...practically in tears...den i glanced down at my watch...wow! 1min passed 9...mass started liao....haiz...where was liz? maybe she was so depressed tt she jumped off the buildin or something...no lah...she probably overslept agn...so i called lizzie's hse. no one picked up...no one home at this time in tha mornin?!? wad on earth iz goin on...oh right...maybe she realli did jump off...and everyone iz...izn't in...cuz they r out makin furneral arrangements....oh no!!! no way!!! ok...i'm too depressed to think straight rite now.....ok...wad time was it agn? oh...9.03....oh man!!! where's everybody? so i sat der wonderin wad i shld do? i can't go into church...parents der...think i might juz break down and cry der....tt won't be a pretty sight....didn't feel lyk gettin up and goin der either...haiz...so i tot...dun think so far la!!! try tha hp...haha...so i tried...her mom picked up...said she left liao...haiz...so i juz sat der and went back to wonderin hu's tt bitch hu said TT abt me....*a diff story now**kor noes* aniwae....liz turned up in the end...still can happi happi tell me tt i didn't hav to wait for her...haiz...how wld u expect me to react? i also didn't noe...was feelin veri blur tt time...so i juz smiled...lol....so fake...haiz...lyk anyone cares....right...so we tried to go into church...stood at the back...i wasn't up to hearin wad the priest had to sae...juz wanted to get outta der....so we did...walked aimlessly....ended up at the park bus-stop...sat der...started thinkin agn...wanted to cry agn....no!..i'm not gonna let tt affect me....haiz...liz had to go ask me to spill...so yar...i knew tt if i talked...i wld cry...so i let her read mi diary...hiya..tt one all she noe liao....nvm...sat der until mass ended...went back to church....haiz...ltr we went wif kor, justin.k, clar, mel to mc's...had breakfast....hmm...i wonder if kor noes tt i actualli tipped him 10cents for helpin me buy hashbrown....aniwae...we went for the meetin...onli reminded me tt i was useless....i dun think i've helped anyone at all...talk abt livin life to the fullest....haiz...dosen't matter does it? and yes....i look at death as an escape...as a way to slove probs...everyone wld be much happier tt way....haiz...i won't make much of a diff....except ppl's life will be better...if they hadn't known me...tts for sure...i'm onli weighin ppl down...in wadever i do...i juz dun do it right... i'm juz a disgrace to everyone i noe...fine! but i noe not wad else to do anymore...will someone tell me wad to do? i'm so lost....everyday iz gettin more confusing....i dunno who to believe anymore....well tt's life for me i guess....it onli gets worst....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so aft tt...we went to c'dans...had to squeeze in the back of lila's car....watched van helsing...SO NOT NICE WATCHIN A 2ND TIME...wellz...the rest iz all stated on lizzie's blog...i veri lazy to go type out everything*thanx lila for all tt entertainment todae...i noe i won't be able to do tt at a time lyk tt*...so skip skip skip.....when i went home....agn back to hell...all those lectures... comments...hit me lyk a ton of bricks...i'm soo sick of hearin it liao!!! i ran upstairs...shut the bathroom door.....cried....tried to sing as though nuthin happened...juz so not right....my heart doesn't feel right...it feels heavy.....i dunno why....i dunno why anymore...ok...i'm not goin to go on...it ends here. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing Still&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cuttin' through the darkest night in my two headlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Trying to keep it clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but I'm losing it here to the twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's a dead end to my left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;there's a burning bush to my right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You aren't in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;you aren't in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;like I want you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or am I standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;beneath the darkened sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or am I standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;with the scenery flying by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or am I standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;out of the corner of my eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Was that you passing me by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mothers on the stoop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;boys in souped-up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;coupes on this hot summer night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Between fight and flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;is the blind man's sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and the choice that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I roll the window down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;feel like I'm gonna drown in this strange town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feel broken down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I feel broken down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;like I need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or am I standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;beneath the darkened sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or am I standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;with the scenery flying by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or am I standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;out of the corner of my eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Was that you passing me by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sweet sorrow is the call tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sweet sorrow is the call tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you love melike I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or am I standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;beneath the darkened sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or am I standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;with the scenery flying by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or am I standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;out of the corner of my eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Was that you passing me by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Are you passing me by? (Passing me by)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you want me? (Passing me by)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;like I need you too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And do you want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;like I want you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Are you passing me by? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110044794127911461?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110044794127911461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110044794127911461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110044794127911461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110044794127911461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-haiz-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110036075796875218</id><published>2004-11-13T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T07:45:57.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impossible To Find&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Looking for a cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I know I’ll never find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Looking for a face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I’ve known for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Looking for a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
That plays in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Looking for a soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
That left along with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Looking for a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
When I was satisfied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Looking for freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
To give me a chance to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Looking for something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
That would dry my endless tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Looking for someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Who can understand my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Looking for peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
That would bring joy to everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Looking for the words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
That I’ve so longed to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Looking for the one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Who can make me smile again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Looking for the reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
To help me carry on ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&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/8734275-110036075796875218?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110036075796875218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110036075796875218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110036075796875218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110036075796875218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/impossible-to-find-looking-for-cure-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110034425694362645</id><published>2004-11-13T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T03:20:35.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My Happy Ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I awake to yells &amp; scowls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;With throbbing in my skull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;words of anger thrown at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seems lyk a faraway dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I shut my eyes to get some peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But to no avail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wad did i do wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wondered for the hundredth time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I lay there in the gloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And tried to be still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoping that it wld all fade soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's a brand new day i tell myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A brand new day in hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I said a prayer for peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; climbed out of bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To face my doom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To be despised by the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That same sad song playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its never ending tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm trying hard to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But i just can't remember how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My head iz screaming STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But no one can hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That i know for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;No one's gonna save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;No one even cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So i sat there &amp;amp; cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Letting my tears fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;No place to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;No where to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So i made my way to the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To feel the breeze once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To see the sky so blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I looked down before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everything's so tiny, so faraway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I stood there knowing that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;One more step and i'll be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My heart is emptied inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;As i walked onto nothingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Down and down i fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Into the arms of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So light, so pure, so warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just the way it was in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've always loved the feel of falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and now i've gotten my wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So long, goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To this lonely life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That i never knew and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Never was it mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110034425694362645?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110034425694362645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110034425694362645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110034425694362645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110034425694362645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-happy-endingi-awake-to-yells.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110025728460676614</id><published>2004-11-12T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T03:43:31.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110025728460676614?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110025728460676614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110025728460676614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110025728460676614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110025728460676614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yo-yoz-yozies-yozzzies-yozzzies.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110018678977211990</id><published>2004-11-11T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T07:26:29.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! whats der to sae? haiz....another borin dae has juz passed....ah wellz....maybe not tt borin...got mi sis pei wo....lol....haiz...i'm wishin for a miracle this x'mas....hope it comes true....=) haiz...and my one and onli x'mas wish still remains the same...wow...for so many yrs...haiz...i hope it stays tt way....*sigh* y am i this way all the time?...ok...this has nuthin to do wif mi wish...fyi...aniwaez......WHY??? still no ans....haiz...wad e heck...think i'll juz go on...and pray this comes to an end...looks lyk this izn't goin to end soon...i hope tha x'mas spirits can heal me..... right...i heard this song over e radio...tt i lyked...and didn't noe the title...but now tt i do*thanx to jie*....i've found the lyrics...so here it iz...(look below=D)&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Out Of Reach"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knew the signs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasn't right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was stupid for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swept away by you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I feel like a fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So confused,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart's bruised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of reach, so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never had your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of reach,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couldn't see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catch myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From despairI could drown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I stay here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keeping busy everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I will be OK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So confused,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart's bruised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of reach, so farI never had your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of reach,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couldn't see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much hurt,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takes a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To regain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is lost inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hope that in time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be out of my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I'mSo confused,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart's bruised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of reach,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So farI never had your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of reach,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couldn't see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were neverMeant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of reach,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never gave your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my reach, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a life out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110018678977211990?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110018678977211990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110018678977211990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110018678977211990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110018678977211990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-whats-der-to-sae-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-110010281371583328</id><published>2004-11-11T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T08:23:22.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! these boring days are gettin to me...haiz...so far the talk of recess has been abt braces...retainers...dentists....comp games...and more crap...haiz...y? becuz i'm gonna get mi braces done in the 1st wk of dec...haiz...i hear hazel tok until i'm gettin scared myself...ah wellz...i'd better not complian...later liz kill me...lol...she has to go thru worst...tt poor dear....muz be so painful...haiz....aniwaez...since we r in the why season...i'm gonna post a song by avril...called WHY~ haha...hang on...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;
Why, do you always do this to me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why, couldn't you just see through me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How come, you act like this Like you just don't care at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you expect me to believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was the only one to fall? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I could feel I could feel you near me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;even though you're far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I could feel I could feel you baby, why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's not supposed to feel this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need you, I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;More and more each day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me, are you and me still together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me, do you think we could last forever? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me, why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey, listen to what we're not saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let's play, a different game than what we're playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Try, to look at me and really see my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you expect me to believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm gonna let us fall apart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I could feel I could feel you near me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;even when you're far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I could feel I could feel you baby, why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's not supposed to feel this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need you, I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;More and more each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me, are you and me still together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me, you think we could last forever? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me, why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So go and think about whatever you need to think about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Go ahead and dream about whatever you need to dream about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And come back to me when you know just how you feel, you feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I could feel I could feel you near me, even though you're far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I could feel I could feel you baby, why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need you, I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;More and more each day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me It's not supposed to hurt this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need you, I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;More and more each day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me, are you and me still together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me, do you think we could last forever? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me, why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kaira~ &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-110010281371583328?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/110010281371583328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=110010281371583328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110010281371583328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/110010281371583328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-these-boring-days-are-gettin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109999641139071234</id><published>2004-11-09T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T02:34:12.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bigger Fool
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to love me
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to find me
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to want me
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to believe me
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to cry for me
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to impress me
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to care for me
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to dream of me
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to get to know me
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to be there for me
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to take me in
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to walk me home
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to sing to my tune
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to walk that extra mile
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a fool you are to try and win my heart
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what a fool I am to love you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kaira~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109999641139071234?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109999641139071234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109999641139071234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109999641139071234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109999641139071234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/bigger-fool-what-fool-you-are-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109992775162072257</id><published>2004-11-08T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T08:27:29.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! MONDAE BLUEZ!!! need i sae more? well...after sch...i went to eat roti prata at thomson rd dwn der....not as niz as jalan kayu.. i nv learn do i? nv try new things...argh!!! the prata taste lyk dough, chicken lyk rubber...so spicy...haiz...nv gonna try anything new agn...den i went to e reservior nearby....so nice...reminds me of germany...the lake where we had our lunch...so cool!!! and i saw monkeys on the way der too....the babies r sooo cuuteee...and they sat der and let me take pic wif mi hp...haha...ok all fun muz come to an end...so i went home....had a f****in time wif mi comp...and i still am....argh!!! stupid cd...won't burn...but now ok alreadi...haiz....so pek cek! at least i got e korean song i tt i wanted...joyce sent to moi!!! yay!!! at last!!! *jumps up &amp; dwn*&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok...lets see if i can find tt poem i was tellin liz abt todae...wait ah...................................................... oh yay! found it...ok...here goes...
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Girl Next Door&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

Do you remember
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Many years ago
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When we were young,
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How we used to play together
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Every day?



It seems like yesterday-
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The childhood world
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Of clowns and cotton candy
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And summer days
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That never seem to end
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When we played hide 'n' seek
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From four o'clock till dusk
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Then sat outside someone's stoop
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and listened to the crickets
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And slapped away mosquitoes
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And talked about our dreams
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And what we’d do when we grew up
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Until our mothers called us in
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And do you remember
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That one winter when it snowed
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For days and days on end
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And we tried to build an igloo
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Like the Eskimos?
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Or when we made a game
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Of raking leaves
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All up and down the street
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Until we made the biggest pile
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The world had ever seen
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And then we jumped in it?
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Or how about the time
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We gathered honeysuckle
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From your yard
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And sold it to the neighbors?
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And the grand day when finally
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The training wheels came off our bikes
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And we were free
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To explore the whole world
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In an afternoon
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So long as we stayed
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On our own street.
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But those days passed by furtively
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And we grew up, as children do
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Until we reached a day when we
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Assumed that we were too grown-up
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To play amid the trees on summer nights…
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And when I see you now
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You’ve changed in many ways I can’t explain
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You’re like a rose that blooms before it’s time
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And falls a victim to
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The February frost.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Because the waist on your jeans is getting tight
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Symbolic of a youth that’s not your own
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And your face is pale and green-
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You don’t look well.
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I see you scowling at the street
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From the window in your room,
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It’s so rare to see you smiling anymore.
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And when a car pulls up outside
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You run downstairs and out the door
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With a suitcase in each hand
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And the car speeds away
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And the girl next door is gone.
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And I long once more
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For the summer days
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When I stood on your porch
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And banged on your door
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And bade you to come outside to greet
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The afternoon’s adventures.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Won’t you come out to play, once more?
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For we are still so young…
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Amanda Dykstra, age14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109992775162072257?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109992775162072257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109992775162072257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109992775162072257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109992775162072257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-mondae-bluez-need-i-sae-more.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109983542610845325</id><published>2004-11-07T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T06:16:51.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! wah...todae so lame...haha...after church, we went to watch princess diaries 2...quite nice...wonder why lila dun wanna watch...oh wellz....ya lost den...den we went to NTUC...bought bananas, mangoes, vanilla ice-cream and milk...went back to teri's hse...and blended the whole thing...haha...we anyhow make...cuz we not sure how much of everything to put in...so yar...incase u wanna noe how much went into it todae...we cut 3 mangoes, 3 bananas, 3 .5 huge scoops of ice-cream, and a little milk...blended it wif all the ice we cld find and Wa La!!! done...haha the fun part was that all 3 of us got a play in makin it...haha...well...it turned out nice...though teri accidently blended the mango seed...haha...extra ingredient...extra texture...but i still lyked it....hee=) toast to our years of friendship...lol haiz...den we settled down and watched tt jap animae gerry lent me...and ate karopok...wahahaha...i dipped it in mi banana-mango blended....haha...weird combo...but yummy! =p dun think u can find it anywhere else...haha...right...yesterdae nite...i was typin out a poem...and lizzie came back online...so she asked me for a theme...cuz she also wanted to write one...so i gav the my theme...and we both typed and sent our completed coppies to each other,,,lyk wad sis said...kind of the same...but wif a diff ending...yar...last nite was a little late to post...so i'm postin it now...it's below ya....caio!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Never Came&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I waited in the pouring rain
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wondering where you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
With a glimmer of hope &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I looked out for that familiar face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Longing to see that smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
My soul aches with anticipation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But every minute that passed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The rain gets heavier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And so does my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Yet something keeps there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
My legs refuse to move &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The tears pour down my cheeks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Mixed with the rain so cold &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I can hardly see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I can hardly think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I just want you here with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Only you can make things right again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
People rushing by-seeking shelter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But to me it doesn’t matter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
My mood as bleak as the sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I see no use of standing here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Garments soaked through and through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
When obviously you ain’t gonna show &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I turn to leave to end this wait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I can’t bear to think it’s over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I’ve lost you in the rain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I’ve nowhere to go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
No place to seek comfort &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I’ve decided I don’t want you back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
If only you had come around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But it’s too late now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
My heart can love no more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
You’ve turned it into stone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And around my soul a wall is built &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Never to be hurt again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109983542610845325?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109983542610845325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109983542610845325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109983542610845325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109983542610845325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-wah.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109974726113383727</id><published>2004-11-06T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T05:21:01.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! haiz...typical sat...wake up late...go lunch at beach road...come back...do hw...bath...eat dinner....go online...i wonder wads on tv...*sigh* everything seems so...so...far away....juz one of those days i wish i was dead...oh well...i realli havin prob uploadin tt supid song tt i want on me blog...everything izn't workin for me these days....oh wellz...tts life...ok...so far nuthin interestin happened these few days....everday iz the same old borin stuff...haiz...right...tts all i've to type...for now...maybe i'll add somemore later...when i rmb it...ciao!
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109974726113383727?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109974726113383727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109974726113383727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109974726113383727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109974726113383727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-haiz_06.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109958129411605227</id><published>2004-11-04T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T07:14:54.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! wanted to write a poem todae...but i in a happie mood!!! so no ling gan to write a nice one...oh wellz...tdae so crazy!!! haha...crazy fun!!! got miself wet frm e waist down haha...look lyk an idiot!!! haha....all because we r such retarded ppl...rite Teri??? haiz...i veri lazy to type out la... maybe u can try her blog...she might hav todae's crazy story down der...haiz...gtg at 11.20...stupid parents la!!!! spoil all e fun...haiz...maybe i'll type it out tmr...when i hav e time...haha....ok la...better go...ciao!!! thanx teri for all payin for mozt of e stuff...i'll try and pay u back la....ciao!!!=)
&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: sorry lizzie!!! nv go mass....veri sorri....i forgot to call too...*guilty*....sniff...dun be mad at me...sorri....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109958129411605227?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109958129411605227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109958129411605227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109958129411605227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109958129411605227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-wanted-to-write-poem-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109948102199738101</id><published>2004-11-03T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T03:23:41.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! sometimes i wonder why god plan my dae as such...i wonder wad he wants to teach me todae....i wonder wad he has instore for me tml....todae was realli....haiz...i dun wanna tok abt it... it sounds stupid...but wait till u're in my shoes...maybe u won't think that way...now u'll laugh... now u'll shake ya head...juz lyk how a kid wants a barbie doll when u know that she iz gonna throw it aside after awhile...i noe this iz gonna sound lyk tt too...something not worth spillin ya tears over...but if u've been the onli child ya whole life...with no one to turn to when u feel so lost...and u find that the ya life iz so diff frm others and ppl mock u, thinkin that u're lyk that...when it iz realli not ya fault...and with this kind of parents...u'll understand...so i hope this poem will explain how i feel...cuz i can sae no more...one of my biggest wishes juz got shattered todae...i know now that this iz the way the world views me...thers's nuthing more to sae...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’m Shattered Like Broken Glass
 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The things I want most
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just can’t have
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The things I have are unnecessary
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And so why appreciate
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The bad things that happen in movies
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Always happen to me
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The life they show on TV
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Are just images that pass my eyes
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Only left to linger in daydreams
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The things I’ve looked forward to
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now holds no more excitement
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The things I still dream off
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Are way beyond my reach
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All my hopes-shattered like broken glass
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All my efforts gone to waste
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All that years of waiting for nothing
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All my b’dae wishes never came true
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All my x’mas mornings were lonely
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All my persuasion fell on deaf ears
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All my pleads over and over again
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All my cries seem to get me nowhere
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All my tears seem so silly
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yet I still want it
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Since I was a kid
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yet I still try
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Time and again
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yet I still dream
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How nice it could be
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yet I still have faith
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That, that day will come
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yet I still seek
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And have my heart broken once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                        ~kiara~&lt;/em&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/8734275-109948102199738101?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109948102199738101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109948102199738101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109948102199738101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109948102199738101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-sometimes-i-wonder-why-god-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109938868584260188</id><published>2004-11-02T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T01:44:45.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yOzIeS! hey...i'm sittin here now @ lizzie's hse..hee=) so  borin todae...after sch...went to buy mc, got caught in the rain...sat at e park and eat lor...stupid rain...got caught in it for lyk a wk liao....ok...den went to walk walk...haha...go wow at ppl's hses...took a photo of a realli cool one...so nice!!! muz tell hazel abt it...haiz...i wonder how squishy and cupid are doin...oh wellz...haven't seen em for more than a wk now...*sob* miss em...oh right....gtg  mass pretty soon...and then to tuition...wah!!! so xian...mornin chinese...at night chinese...so tired...orh man!!! tmr iz maths!!! ok la not tt bad...its e-maths...fine...guess i had better get goin...lizzie's comin out of e bath soon..heehee=) i wanna go park!!! yay!!! ok la...todae not song...no poem...sori la...juz enjoy mi blog song can liao....hee=) ok...inoe this entry veri shot...but i realli dun hav anything to sae...so ciao!!!=D&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~kiara~&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/8734275-109938868584260188?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109938868584260188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109938868584260188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109938868584260188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109938868584260188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109931869507525542</id><published>2004-11-01T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T06:18:15.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! start of a new mth agn....tha usual...new mag, more free sms, new calender pg atlast!!! and 1 more mth closer to x'mas!!! yay!!! can't wait!!! sooo many things to look forward too...and so many things to dread too...eg...sec4*dies* ok...i shan't tok abt todae...cuz it was realli crappy... dunno why...i feel happi agn!!! lalalalala...sth muz be wrong wif me...haha...no lah...i was helpin mi fren get blog skin...haha...so many crappy ones...haiz...oh...and sori lizzie....muz trouble u everytime i wanna change mi blog music....hee....pai seh...hee but i dun care!=D alright....shld i go japan or bangkok now? sigh...haven't learned ting xie yet....veri lazy la...hiya...i also dun realli care la....haiz...tml need to go clean squishy's cage oh wellz...actualli quite fun la...hiya...todae all saint's dae cannot go...so sad...i dun think mi parents even noe abt it...y lyk tt? y mi life so lyk tt? i feel lyk i'm playin e parent role here...haiz...nuthin else to sae...so yupz...i juz changed mi blog song hee hee...get sick of it...hate it...luv it...can't get it out of ya head...wadever...so here's tha lyrics of this irritatin song...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hold on little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;show me what he's done to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stand up little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A broken heart can't be that bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;when it's through, it's through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fate will twist the both of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So come on baby come on over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let me be the one to show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just to be the next to be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Build up your confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So you can be on top for once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wake up who cares about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Little boys that talk too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've seen it all go down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your game of love was all rained out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So come on baby, come on over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let me be the one to hold you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHORUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why be alone when we can be together baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You can make my life worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and I can make you start to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109931869507525542?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109931869507525542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109931869507525542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109931869507525542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109931869507525542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/11/yozies-start-of-new-mth-agn.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109923249454293552</id><published>2004-10-31T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T06:46:25.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! trick or treat? haha...jkjk Happy Halloween ppl!!!"if u wanna bring me down go ahead and try....go ahead and try" i wish...why am i even here? wad iz my purpose? i feel lyk a useless, good for nuthing....nobody. no...actually i am...hu am i kiddin anyway....i hav to be some mistake....i dun belong...i feel out of place...i'm too weird for society to understand. i try to fit in but i can't...i juz wanna pretend i was nv born....why me? why now? wad hav i been doin for the past 1989 years? where was i? why am i here now? maybe this iz all juz a game...a test...oh plz...can the player juz end it now? i sick and tired of playin this game...his game...no one ever got out alive anywae...i dun see the use...wad if everyone around me iz programmed? wad if i'm programmed too? y?!? wad if all that iz happening iz juz a dream? and i'll wake up and forget all that has happened...den why do i even care? all the pain dosen't feel painful anymore...i use to cry but not anymore...why izit tt i'm so diff frm the world? does anyone ever think of all these? no...i guess not...juz me....caught in my own little world...wld someone plz wake me up....i feel so unreal...everything seems so fake...why am i even doin all that i'm doin? for the sake of wad? i hav no clue! why do i hav to face such people...my life wld be so perfect wifout em....i swear...be careful wad u wish for...it might juz come true...people tell me...but i dun care...and i dun mind....i feel lyk i can't die...and i won't... nuthing can harm me....am i programmed to think that way too? guess wad? thats wad i used todae...to teach myself how to ride a bike todae...at the beach!!!...i knew that i could do it wifout getting injured as bad as some people...i dunno how...i juz knew...all i had to do was to overcome the fear of falling...and after awhile i thought...wad the heck! fall den fall la! so i juz went ahead and peddled and i did it!! it was as if i hav done it before...sometime in the past...and i knew exactly how to do it...juz that i had to rember wad it was like...and to get the hang of it oncemore...and when i was finally able to ride smoothly...this feeling was juz all too familiar...it makes me wonder...where hav i learnt it before? ok...so anyway...i'll juz lyk to thank lila and lizzie for teaching me the technique all over agn...and for being so patient...i noe i totally ruined ya fun of riddin around the whole place...cuz i took so long to over come my fear...but i'm grateful for all ya efforts...tHaNx!!!=) haiz...anyway... all u people readin this right now....sori...i dun feel lyk tokin....feel realli down...i juz knew tt this was gonna happen agn...y can't some people understand? and stop critisizin mi frienz...i'm so tired of havin to defend them...but i hav to...they r mi frienz...i've realized how important they r to me...i noe tt mi ex will always remain in the past...and right now my frienz are here for me in the present....so i'll try to appreciate em b4 its too late agn....we r all gonna graduate soon anyway. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no matter was i do...i'm wrong....no matter wad i sae...i always end up the bad guy....fine...banish me frm this earth den!!! lyk i said...i dun belong....so shut up alreadi!!!! i dun wanna hear anymore...i dun wanna think anymore....i wan to sleep and nv wake up....i wanna die and go to heaven.....or maybe juz a quiet place for me to cry in peace...i've nowhere to go...no place to run..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;run frm reality...ok...dun bother all u readers...dosen't concern u anyway...k...heres a song to end all of this misery&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
Why, do you always do this to me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why, couldn't you just see through me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How come, you act like this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like you just don't care at all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you expect me to believe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was the only one to fall? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could feel I could feel you near me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though you're far away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could feel I could feel you baby, why &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not supposed to feel this way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you, I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More and more each day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, are you and me still together? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, do you think we could last forever? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, why &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, listen to what we're not saying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's play, a different game than what we're playing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try, to look at me and really see my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you expect me to believe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna let us fall apart? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could feel I could feel you near me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even when you're far away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could feel I could feel you baby, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why It's not supposed to feel this way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you, I need you More and more each day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, are you and me still together? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, you think we could last forever? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, why &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So go and think about whatever you need to think about &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go ahead and dream about whatever you need to dream about &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And come back to me when you know just how you feel, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you feel I could feel I could feel you near me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though you're far away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could feel I could feel you baby, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why It's not supposed to hurt this way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you, I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More and more each day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me It's not supposed to hurt this way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you, I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More and more each day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, are you and me still together? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, do you think we could last forever? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: if love is to posess, then it's not love....&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109923249454293552?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109923249454293552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109923249454293552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109923249454293552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109923249454293552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/yozies-trick-or-treat-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109914301724914065</id><published>2004-10-30T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T06:33:32.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS! guess wad time i woke up todae?!? 1pm...haha....so tired frm all these late nite chattin online...haiz...the past few days seem so fake...and i scared of goin up to sec4....i feel lyk i haven't learned anything at all this yr...oh wellz...guess wad todae i woke up...had to see my dad's chicken backside face...went out for lunch...came back CBF(chicken backside face) wanted to pack my room...and while he did, i had to put up with backside face's naggin, scoldin, yappin...so irritating....feel lyk screamin shut up....but i didn't say a thing...kept tellin myself tt i'm doin it for god...blast the radio instead...sang along to the songs...switch off the yappin tt was comin frm tt CBF...even the rain got heavier when he yells...and it got lighter agn when he went out of the room...so after i was done pickin up the pieces of the after effects of havin tt CBF clean it...i felt so sad...i missed mi ex...so i wrote this poem...took me 2hrs...to write and type out and edit...so tt i can copy and paste it now.....i noe it dosen't rhym cuz i was too lazy to make it...yupz...it's below u can read it later...btw mi mom made bbq stingray for dinner...so nice!!! so much to eat.. hav the entire thing to myself...as a result, cannot finish...haha...so keep for tml...yay! can eat agn...haiz...lizzie keep disturbin me!!! type one sentence hav to ans her...haiz...so pek cek!!! oh!!! finalli this thing iz playin mi fav song...fine...i'm tokin crap...this person wans me to hurry...i wonder y...okok...fine...i'll paste this thing and den i'm done... &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Last Day&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
I’m lying here all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Staring at the blank ceiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
With four walls keeping out the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The darkness consuming me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The beating of my heart slowing down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The ticking of the clock getting softer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Time seems to be standing still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And all that fills my head is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I shut my eyes letting the emptiness fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Remembering your smile that warms my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Your laughter ringing in my ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Like it was just yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Recalling your brown eyes so warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Taking me back to that last day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
When they were so filled with concern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The tears that glistened in them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Mirrored in mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
As we said our last goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The one word I couldn’t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Bring myself to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Holding hands one last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
We mumbled our usual ‘see ya around’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Knowing deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
We’ve lost each other forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But not in our hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
We hugged for what seemed like eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
As the wind rustled the leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Signaling the end of our story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The end of a chapter of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
That I enjoyed reading over and over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
None of us could find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The right words to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The years of fun and love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Playing in our minds like a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Knowing subconsciously, all along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
That it was too good to be true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And happiness must come to an end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I had no clue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And I never wanted to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
What the future had in store for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I looked to the sky above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Hoping it would bring consolation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Wishing that all this was a bad dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But the clouds only held reality for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
All these were to much to take
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I began to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
‘shh…’you whisper trying to be strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
‘you are special and so special you’ll always be’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
As if it was a message form above, you told me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Why does it have to end this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I wanted to scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
So many questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I couldn’t ask, couldn’t speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I had to let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And you had to set me free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Only in person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But not in spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Away you walked from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
No wheels, no board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Just shoes on the grass so green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
That all so familiar figure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Disappearing leaving no shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Never to return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
A part of me died that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
It died so it could be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Now that emptiness brought back de ja vu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
As I opened my eyes once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The empty room held no meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
All that I cling on to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Are just memories of the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I know I have to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But I don’t see the use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I just wanna be lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
In my dreams of you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I wonder if you’ll remember me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
As I would remember you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
You left me with an empty heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Taking along with you it’s every beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And when I look to the sky so blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
It takes me back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Back to the start of chapter5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
In this thick book called ‘Life’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109914301724914065?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109914301724914065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109914301724914065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109914301724914065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109914301724914065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/yozies-guess-wad-time-i-woke-up-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109906533422224539</id><published>2004-10-29T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T09:10:15.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yOzIeS! haiz...todae was...how shld i put it....weird...after sch, hazel, lila and myself went to ponggol end...tha beach!!! so nice....so clean....i luv e sand...oh...we were so hungry, we ended up buyin ice cream....thank god it wasn't rainin anymore...we walked and den put down our bags and went further down to play wif damp sand...was so fine....ane was tellin me tt u can use it to smooth yar hands....lol....ok....so hazel wasn't so into it...juz stood der waitin for us...so after awhile...i felt kinda bad....so yar...we decided to go back...after all there was a storm approaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but on the way back, hazel spotted a fish gasping for air....cuz it was out of the water...amongs rocks....so poor thing!!! when i saw it, i reminded mi of tt starfish story...all 3 of us were so afraid to touch it...lila wanted to scop e sand under it and throw it back...and hazel wanted to kick it..but we cldn't bring ourselves to do it...so i ended up using a long stick and flippin it into shallow water...but it was half dead liao...so sad...*heartbreak* den we juz stod der watchin it take its last few breath....den soon the crows came to eat it....sniff....wad a horrible death!!! but i cldn't do anything else...so sorri fishy!!! if u can hear me....='( 'tts life' was all mi frenz cld sae...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wah...so sad....anyway..the sky above was realli darkenin and and so we had our bags checked by the police der and ran for e bus...oh...btw...did i tell u tt i also collected some realli cool shells?!? ok...so we got on the bus juz in time when it started to drizzle...and den headed to heartland mall...where we chilled at mac eatin our sooo late lunch...called mi parents asked if i cld go church...got a scoldin...put mi hp on loudspeaker so hazel &amp; lila can hear...yup...they heard mi dad yellin alright! now they noe wad kinda parents i've got...feel lyk cryin...y dun they understand...and den later we juz walked around later and looked at stuff...oops...i was late for church liao so we hurried to to bus-stop... stupid bus...take so long to come...but i made it in time anywae...thank god!!! rushed up the hill...dashed into e basement...looked around blurly and finalli found a vacant spot...sat der...started prayin...cryin...and den stopped...cldn't let go take communion lyk tt...den after mass...sat der...and cried even more...looked at mi watch...decided it was time to go...walked out...felt so down...dun wanna go home...den kor and bro came over to sae hi...kor asked wad happened...so i told him....he gav me some advice...and den i had to go... e whole journey back...i was sleepin...anyway...when i got home...they acted lyk nuthin happened...so i did tt too...had a nice meal...watched SI...and den here i am...typin this...ok.i've come to the end of mi dae...onli left wif a poem i wrote for mi frenz...here it iz:&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Makes U Different Makes U Beautiful &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;
We are opposites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From two separate worlds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is wad’s different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;
That makes us interesting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
For every difference &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
There is something common &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
For every similarity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
There is a difference
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
North and south-two ends of the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But they are both poles at the tips &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Ying and yang - two contradicting shades &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But they are both colors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The sun and moon tell morning from night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But a day is only complete with both &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Fire and water destroy one another &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But they work together to benefit mankind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Good verses evil are two extremes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But they are there to balance heaven and hell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Right and wrong everyone knows the difference &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But only when there’s a right then there’s a wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Hot and cold-temperatures so far apart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But mixed together they become warm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Genders male and female-two different sex &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
But they get married, bonded as one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Happy and sad-two different feelings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Added together will make u feel fine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
So don’t fret because u’re different frm me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Rejoice instead that we can laugh abt it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Fight over disagreements, criticize our tastes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
knowing tt we won’t fall for the same guy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Complain and make remarks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
All for the sake of getting to noe u better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
And most of all learn new things abt life=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109906533422224539?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109906533422224539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109906533422224539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109906533422224539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109906533422224539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/yozies-haiz_29.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109897495892222340</id><published>2004-10-28T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T08:16:54.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yOzIeS! for everything that happens...whether bad or gd...there iz always a reason and a lesson to be learnt....=)wadever happens happens for a reason...though i dun always lyk the reason...ah well....last nite i was so pissed wif liz, not on talkin terms...todae was such a crazy dae...i told mi best friends and they were lyk "huh?!?" i dub care...when she comes back...i'll make sure u 2 get together agn den i was so pek cek tt everyone was interfering but i thought forget it lah..den 1st ting in the mornin i had to run around the whole sch...pasting motions and makin sure tt everything iz in order...so tiring....so stressed out!!! but yay!!! something to rejoyce abt...mi best friends won the debate!!! the finals too!!! yay!!! i'm so proud of em....seein all mi frienz up der debating mkes mi glad to know tt now they know wad debating iz all abt...it's wad i hav to do...in mi cca...and for em to be part of it...i'm happi tt they noe!!! atleast next time when i tok abt it to em...they'll understand...and maybe even help me too...i need all e support i can get...oh! and one more thing....i get a treat to green tea ice cream!!! at sushi teh!!! wow!!! can't wait!!! haiz...liz...so sad...i realli wanted u to see the debates....ok...got some stuff to tell ya...tell ya tml la... ok...let me con't...so after i came back frm sch...i went to GH to check mi teeth....cuz i wanna noe if i need to extract mi wisdom teeth to wear barces...haiz...still dunno yet...and u noe wad the nurse told me? when she saw mi teeth, she exclaimed!!! "ah! i so jealous!!! such a nice set of teeth...why do u want to wear braces? u wan to be model izit? see...my teeth are worst den yours....exchange wan anot?" wahahaha some dental nurse!!! ok...atlest she iz friendly...not lyk the ones in sch vans....haiz...after i came out...was abt to leave...when i heard a familar voiced...was gerry!!! wif her family...and so my mom started tokin....lol...abt teeth lor...wad else...haha....nice to know tt ya frien goes to the same place to suffer too...haha...i dun mean tt in a bad way...juz tt the place seems less scary now....ok la...no...i giv up...not makin braces until mi wisdom teeth grows out... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;right...den when i got home, kor called...sae wanna come over and drag me to mass...so i said ok lor....lol...he sae he not so blur can find his way....hahaha ended up at no.19 when i told hime 18... haha ok lar...not bad....can find the place...but the easiest thing also can get wrong!!! hiyo! i wonder wad mi neighbour muz be thinkin ok this squid standin at his gate wavin lyk an idiot!!! wahahaa....so funni!!! so yar...we wasted 10mins tokin to mi mom...ended up walkin out to the bus-stop in the rain and missin the 86 bus and den the stupid traffic lights were all red!!! we were runnin late liao...and den this squid still can sae we'll be on time...and den when we were on the 136 den come and tell mi tt we r late!!! and stood der and worry....wads the use of worrying?we will be late so we will be late...der iz nuthing u can do abt it...the time iz not in ya hands...so relax la!!! k...den when we drop at cardiff court, we jogged all the way up...tt clown wanted to carry mi bag...so i let him...and he ended up joggin up hill lyk a squid wif 2 shells....hahaha...ok la..i feel guilty.....sorri...thanx ya....if not we will reach when the mass ended...lol...haiz....sucha crazy dae rite...oh well...btw i'm ok wif mi sis now....reconciled=) still as crappy as ever!!! one dae no see and so much to sae...haiz...ok...muz sae sorri....not ya fault...not gonna blame u anymore...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;die la!!! i can't find me confirmation cert...how? muz make IC!!! anyone has any idea where i might hav placed it? ok...b4 i end...lets post a song below...i lyk the lyrics of this song btw...NB:&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Goodbye
&lt;/strong&gt;
Chorus :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do I go, what do I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everywhere i turn it just reminds me of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that it's clear, there're no more tears for me to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's time that i said my last goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 1 :People will promise things, and swear they'll be true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but don't always fool yourself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like all the others do ......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been guilty thinking, this was a dream,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when all of the time it wasn't quite what it seemed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge 1 :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Half of my memories belong to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember half of your friends were mine.(Half of your friends were mine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you tell me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 2 :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From time to time, i hear them whisper your name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when I think I'm over you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It brings it all back againI hope you're happy with the choices you've made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love was a gamble that's the price I paid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge 2 :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But half of my heart still wants you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember half of your life was mine(Half of your life was mine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So won't you tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mid 8 :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you're regretting, letting me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's time to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got no more tears to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's something that I've got to know, baby...yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus to fade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS (to lizzie): i so dun  agree wif ya taggie on mi blog....i think u're e most perfect frien i've ever got...where wld i be wifout u? who will i hang out wif on sundaes? hu will fold mi jackets and sort out stuff? hu will i tell mi probs to? who will scold mi for runnin off the the park? hu will go choir wif me? hu will hear me go on abt mi parents? hu will sae 'anything...' at the wrong times and annoy me? hu will crap when i'm down? hu will lend mi bks tt i take forever to read? hu will i tell mi dae to? hu else will make sure tt hangin out on x'mas eve stay as a tradition? hu will teach me to sing those choir songs i hate so much at the 11th hour? who else knows wad i'm goin through? no one...see...i'm the one tt cuz u more trouble....i dunno y u can be bothered...but if u dun...no one else wld....
&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109897495892222340?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109897495892222340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109897495892222340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109897495892222340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109897495892222340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/yozies-for-everything-that-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109887390810441236</id><published>2004-10-27T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T03:45:08.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why does this hav to happen now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yOzIeS! how did things get so complicated so fast? in a blink of an eye...everything iz upside down...for better or for worst i do not noe yet...but as i always sae..everything happens for a reason....so come wad may....i dun want to be involved...but i feel myself slowly being dragged into this mess....lyk a wave pullin sand along wif it as it sweeps back into the ocean....why? i ask myself....i hav no ans to my questions...i feel lyk i'm being put to a test...which results will for sure be bad....i feel lyk my world iz changing and i lacking behind...refusing to move on...refusing to open my eyes...in the dark i walk...scared but confident...i've been through this road before... wads so hard takin it agn? i feel the fear of the future that izn't ment for me...and i noe not wad to do....somehow this all so familiar route iz different i can't explain how...but wif a bad feelin in my heart...i walk this darkened stretch alone...will someone be der waiting for me at the end? i wonder when the sun will shine agn....ok...i so dunno wad i juz wrote about....it's about diff parts of...of...i dunno wad... juz frm diff parts...ok...doesn't make sense...wad the heck....does it hav to? onli for me to understand....oh well...dun try to understand...cuz they r not connected....anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i had sooo many things to do todae...so exhausted...i pray teri comes tml..if not i pray hell will open up and swallow me whole...ok...maybe not so jia lat! but i'm in deep shit....right...todae i also learned how to play chess...so mind boggling!!! i'm not gonna think 4 another century...think i'll rather learn how to play bridge....sad...i kinda forgot how liao...muz ask mi cousin...oh wellz...wads der left to sae? oh ya...can't wait 4 charm tonite!!! yay!!! it's THE show of tha week=) okie...i manage to find tt poem...out of all tt i've posted so far....this iz the one i lyk best!!!-to all those who made a difference in my life =D&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember Me Always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many memories we've made together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the years have slowly passed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears may have been cried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But our laughter drowned then all out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharing my deeper-most secrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till one in the morning at your house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talking forever about things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until our words juz ran out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now u muzt leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i stay behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who will i call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i juz need to talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who will i lean on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all my problems weigh me down?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who will laugh at my jokes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who will smile and light up my day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edited by: me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lizzie:u said u dun blame me...tt's besides the point....sometimes i dunno why u even call me 'close friend' ....and it's so one sided....i trust u enough to tell u stuff...but u dun....a piece of my heart u've shattered='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109887390810441236?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109887390810441236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109887390810441236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109887390810441236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109887390810441236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/why-does-this-hav-to-happen-now.html' title='why does this hav to happen now?'/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109880045941649757</id><published>2004-10-26T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T03:59:09.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for an irritating someone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yOzIeS! haiz...juztin wants to read some light hearted poem so ya...i'm takin e trouble to type this out....u better be grateful!!!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paint Brush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I keep my paint brush wif me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Werever i may go,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Incase i need to cover up&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So the real me doesn't show.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm so afraid to show u me,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Afraid of what u'll do-that&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You might laugh or say mean things.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm afraid i might lose u.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'd like to remove all my paint coats&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To show you the real, true me, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I want u to try and understand,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need you to accept what you see.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So if you'll be patient and close your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I strip off all my coats real slow.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Please understand how much it hurts&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To let the real me show.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now my coats are all strip off.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I feel naked, bear and cold,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And if you still love me with all that you see,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You are my friend pure as gold.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need to save my paint brush, though,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And hold it in my hand,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want to keep it handy&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In case somebody doesn't understand.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So please protect me, my dear friend&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And thanks for loving me true,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But please let me keep my paint brush with me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Until I love me, too.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bettie B.Youngs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok...maybe it's not exactly light hearted...but it's something i can relate to....=)&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/8734275-109880045941649757?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109880045941649757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109880045941649757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109880045941649757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109880045941649757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/for-irritating-someone.html' title='for an irritating someone....'/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109879489076550260</id><published>2004-10-26T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T03:57:15.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one sided</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yOzIeS! *sniff* my heart's so heavy...i can't believe such trival things can affect me so...i'm staring at the screen wif tears in my eyes...i can't see a thing...so forgive me if i spell anything wrongly...to add to the pain, my gum hurtz and so do my ulcers but all tt can't match up to emotional pain. it's been a cold rainy dae....i barely can feel my fingertips...such drappy weather to match my mood....there iz not cure for all the pain...no comfort for me in the world....ok...i sound lyk some depressed freak...oh shoot! my mom juz told SL tt i'm havin teethin probs too...sheesh... does she want to tell the world or wad? ok...since she iz doin tt...i might as well make the job easier for her....haiz...todae all i did was pack mi room wif me dad...sigh...not completed yet...tml con't...ok...i hope i can get mi braces done asap...so i'll be in time for prom=) but i hav to take mi IC photo 1st....so many things to do...u noe...i had a thought todae...abt which senses i'd rather lose...i thought abt it long and hard...and finalli concluded tt sight iz a unnessary thing...so i'd rather lose my sight...at least i still can sing...and hear music...haha no...tts not the whloe reason...u see...if u need help...u hav to shout...and wif hearin, u noe which way ya attacker iz comin frm...but wif sight...sight can be decieving sometimes...ok...i guess u think i'm tokin crap here...i sound lyk i am myself...fine...i shall end here...no mood to go on anyway....sori no poem tonite...maybe i'll add later when i feel lyk...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109879489076550260?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109879489076550260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109879489076550260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109879489076550260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109879489076550260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-sided.html' title='one sided'/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109871385854706512</id><published>2004-10-25T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T07:17:38.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so near yet so far....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yOzIeS! todae was pretty fun....yay! and fruitful too...gerry, hazel and i were discussing wad to buy each other for x'mas...and so...i guess this x'mas won't hav much surprises...but wad the heck...everyone gets wad they want rite!!! yay!!...lets see...hazel gettin me a small x'mas tree for mi room and some burned CD wif all mi fav song inside....anne iz gettin me a pencil box tt i regrated not buyin...and i forgot wad...and of course i'mgettin em stuff too...yay! all planned liao...except lizzie's one...and the other friends on mi list...other than tt, all mi close friends and best friends all settle liao..haha so happi...oh...and we r havin 2 official daes out...one iz shoppin for prezzies dae which we will meet in the morning...split in to 2s and go shoppin for the others prezzies...and den we'll meet up for lunch den switch companions and do shoppin for the other ppl....yay! mi smart idea...okok....it's joan's idea to go in 2s....i wanted 3s cuz i tot more fun...but den we'll hav to switch partners 3 times...and i dun think tt we'll hav enough time in 1 dae...but actualli....hazel kinda got some of our prezzies alreadi so maybe we cld go in 3s...oh well...we'll see how on that dae la...right...den the other dae wld be x'mas shoppin dae...the dae wher we walk around...go watch movie...go for lunch at some sushi bar and exchange prezzies...yay! so fun...we get to see the expressions on everyone's faces tt way...and den i also won't feel so lonely opening prezzies on x'mas dae by myself....ok...now the next big thing to look forward to iz going to the zoo on deepavali....lol...so borin...nuthing to da mah...plus we get free tics...so why not! ok...so basicalli we...the sotongs went to lila's hse to clean squishy's cage...i still dunno if she iz pregnant...veri lon liao...hey...it looks abit diff leh...it looks hunched...gerry thinks it's a sign of...u noe....ok...so i guess we'll juz hav to wait and see....wah!! todae i had a pretty bad start...cuz i had to help teri brief e gurls on how to go abt debatin...den teri asked me to read out the venues and motions and hu was goin against hu...on tt dae...some ppl so evil...while i was up der tryin to tell em...i heard some whisper...'she can't even talk properly!' hey! i was tokin juz fine ok....plus it was 1st thing in the mornin...so hard to project your voice...they think they so great...den they sae lor....so bad....why r der this kinda ppl n the world?!? plus i'm tellin em cuz they dunno...not lyk i'm naggin or scoldin wad...if i was den u can critisize 4 all i care la...but i was onli doin tt for their benefit...so tt they won't screw up on tt dae...and do they hav to talk so loudly when i'm tokin? others cannot hear den how?....oh well...it's their own lost lor....thank god teri took over frm der onwards...*phew*...ok...so tts abt all...except for all tt crappin we did abt tha show WhiteChicks...cuz hazel juz saw last nite onli...and can u believe tt they actualli made us watch some stupid retarded chinese singaporean movie...called After School...nv heard of it! haiz...still muz ans some lame qns on it....wad iz thiz? some comprehension movie exercise? so toot! y do we need this kinda thing?!? haiz...atleast they're lettin us watch Findin Nemo...on wed...not so bad...except for the fact tt i've watched it twice alreadi...oh wellz...i'll juz hav to live-sleep through it....kkz...gtg...ciao!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;My New Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Today i met a great new friend&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Who knew me right away&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It was funni how she understood&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;All i had to say&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;She listened to my problems&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;She listened to my dreams&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;We talked abt love and life&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;She'd been der too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; it seems&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I never once felt judge by her&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;She knew juz how i felt&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;She seemed to juz accept me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;And all the problems i'd been delt&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;She didn't interrupt me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Or need to hav her say&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;She juz listened very patiently&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;And didn't go away&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I wanted her to understand &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;How much this meant to me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;But as i went to hug her&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Something startled me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I put my arms in front of me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;And went to pull her nearer&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;And realise that my new best friend&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Was nuthin but a mirror&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;~kiara~&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/8734275-109871385854706512?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109871385854706512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109871385854706512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109871385854706512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109871385854706512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='so near yet so far....'/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109854373383195197</id><published>2004-10-23T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T08:02:13.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yOzIeS!haiz....so tired....all tim's fault!!! make us fight 4 tt stupid phone... if u wan our pics juz ask us lor!!! so much trouble...and not niz also!!! haiz...aniwae...todae i went to sch....wash cars... so fun!!! go wet abit la....haiz...den later not fun liao...cuz i had to show SOMEONE *rolls eyes* around the sch...so boring...wads der to see? den later...i saw gerry...turns out tt gerry's bro noes tim...wow! i feel lyk ny life has turned into some 'Days Of Our Life' soap opera drama show...where everyone iz connected to everyone in one way or another...den...much later...gerry played some stupid joke on me...she dumped ice down mi back....haha...quite refreshin actualli den later....joan &amp; i filled a whole cup of ice and dumped it down tim's back...damn...bad move...this ment tt he had more ice to dump on us...shit...run 4  ya life!!! i nearly fell...on tha wet floor...skidded... oh well...later i went to do hana...dunno if tts how it iz spelt...aniwae it was tha 1st time i did it...so cool....but the color not veri dark...darker nicer....ok..so after tha family dae thingy we wen to CP tha BK der and had lunch...sat der 4 so long... ulcers killin me...so hard to eat...haiz...noe wad...the after exams life iz still not sinkin in...i still feel veri stressed...argh!!!! btw...after lunch...we went to gerry's hse so funni...i feel lyk i havn't seen her in yrs...dunno y...and i miss cupid too...aww...he's grown so big now...but still so gentle and lovable....and tt baby face iz still der...haha...he does live up to his name...haiz...i had a gd but shprt tok wif mi best friend....after lizzie and tim left...haiz...tml probably spendin e dae hangin out wif gerry agn...haha...atleast i noe it's gonna be fun...ok...atleast i think it's gonna be fun...haiz...wad else iz der to do? anywae...tt's sort of how mi dae ended....and this iz how mi entry iz gonna end....wif a poem...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My knees start to shake,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When u're in sight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind iz filled wif wonder,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart wif fright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will this feeling stop?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When did it start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can i listen to my mind, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without breakin my heart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What shld i do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't think of anything,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shld i ignore u,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or juz giv it time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't think straight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart controls my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;PS: juz one of those days i'm missin u so bad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~kiara~&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/8734275-109854373383195197?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109854373383195197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109854373383195197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109854373383195197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109854373383195197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/yozieshaiz.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109845677345580819</id><published>2004-10-22T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T08:25:14.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll bring u more than a song....not exactly</title><content type='html'>yOzIeS! haiz...alright...all i hav to sae iz alreadi said my mi sis...so i've got nuthin to tok abt now...oh wellz...how abt a song for a change? one tt i luv to sing along too...and since it's on SI tonite...why not put it down....

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHERYL CROW-Soak Up The Sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend the communist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holds meetings in his RVI can't afford his gas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm stuck here watching TV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't have digital&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't have diddly squat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not having what you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's wanting what you've got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna soak up the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna tell everyone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To lighten up (I'm gonna tell 'em that)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got no one to blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For every time I feel lame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm looking up o I'm gonna soak up the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna soak up the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got a crummy job&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It don't pay near enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To buy the things it takes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To win me some of your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I turn around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm looking up, you're looking down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe something's wrong with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That makes you act the way you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe i am crazy too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna soak up the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While it's still free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna soak up the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before it goes out on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't have no master suite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still the king of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have a fancy ride, but baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the one who has the key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I turn around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm looking up, you're looking down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe something's wrong with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That makes you act the way you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I am crazy too &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna soak up the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got my 45 on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I can rock on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS: u've taken a piece of my heart when u left....will i ever get it back? plz...i need tt piece to luv agn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109845677345580819?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109845677345580819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109845677345580819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109845677345580819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109845677345580819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/ill-bring-u-more-than-songnot-exactly.html' title='i&apos;ll bring u more than a song....not exactly'/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109835672536202217</id><published>2004-10-21T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T06:07:09.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something to think abt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yOzIeS! wah! no one online now...think they r all watchin singapor idol..oh well...i'll take this time to type den. todae i didn't do much todae...dunno where all the time went to...haiz...some more gossip on tha bad thing i told u happened yesterdae...now the whole sch noes...i wish they will grow up and be more matured...in tt sense....i mean i';m not veri matured myself...but tts a diff story... atleast i noe right frm wrong. haiz....i lyk got no mood to do things these days...dun ask me why... i feel lyk i'm so bogged down by dunno wad also...exams r over...shld be free and happi rite... but i dun feel lyk...can somebody tell me y?!? alright...todae i was reading my Chicken Soup for the soul book...and i read something that got me thinkin real hard....the title of this story is 'When No Words Seem Appropriate' well...i'm not gonna type it out cuz it iz too long...but basically its about how you shouldn't tell your friends 'i know how u feel' cuz u don't, 'you'll get over it' cuz they won't &amp; 'never mind you'll do better next time' cuz it won't help people tell others these all the time btw... so u ask...den wad shld i sae? well...sae "i'm here. i care. anytime. anywhere." i will talk abt your love one. we'll laugh abt the good old memories . i won't mind how long u grieve. i won't tell u to pull yourself together. No, i don't noe how u feel-but wif sharing, perhaps you'll feel and find ya burden has eased...i though abt tt and realised the ans to all my frustrations.....was tt no one knew that by saying all that, they change nuthing and all the times i've told others abt wad i was goin tru, all the replys i  got was something lyk tt...and sometimes even a uninterested "so?" it hurts alot btw.....and of course it's not done on purpose....but u don't noe how much hurt it will cuz someone by sayin tt....i mean...the person took the trouble to tell u abt her problems, thinking that someone wld understand and offer advice...but more often juz wanting someone to listen....it's heart breaking u noe....i swear i'll nv do tt to anyone ever agn...even if i had a bad dae...a little effort can go a long distance....ok... that's all i hav to sae todae...or maybe a poem to end off the dae...frm the same bk i've read...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Need Y0u Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend, i need u now-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please take me by the hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand by me in my hour of need,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take time to understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my hand dear friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lead me frm this place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chase away my doubts and my fears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wipe the tears off my face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend, i cannot stand alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need your hand to hold,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the warmth of your gentle touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my world that's grown so cold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please be a friend to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hold me day by day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because with your loving hand in mine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know we'll find the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by: Becky Tucker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~ kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/8734275-109835672536202217?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109835672536202217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109835672536202217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109835672536202217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109835672536202217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/something-to-think-abt.html' title='something to think abt'/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109828787327701795</id><published>2004-10-20T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T06:09:11.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yOzIeS! haha...todae quite fun...sch todae was also veri fun...i played darts....yay!!! got all 6 into tha middle!!! not bad...not bad...but i was so pissed wif someone todae...all my hard work leh!!!! wah lau!!! oh well...small thing la...btw so many bad things happened todae...something big also...not gonna sae it her...but u ppl shld noe...and the small one...haha...i 4got to bring my hp...i miss it so bad...haiz...ok...den after sch...teri and i went to tim's hse...play pool and ping pong...den went 4 mass...haiz... so tired now...we walked all e way der...lesson i learned todae. some ppl are not comfortable wif some ppl...it takes all kinds of ppl to make up the world..and the easiest way to solve this prob iz to not mix...yup...everyones happi tt way rite!!! k... abt debate!!! yay!!! for once i get to judge and not debate! ah...the joy of seein others step into ya shoes for once... teri shld agree wif me...rite?....ok...i promise to post mi results...so here they are...
ENGLISH~70%
CHINESE~50%
E-MATHS~70%
A-MATHS~35%
BIOLOGY~64%
CHEMISTRY~65%
PHYSICS~i can't rmb
SOCIAL.S~50%
LITERATURE~68%
so lousy....haiz...at least i onli failed one...i go sec4 can liao....ok...todae...i was bored...so i wrote another poem...if u wld care to read...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU WERE...&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were my one and onli frien &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
who realli understood
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who always had my back
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and did everything for my own gd

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you were the angel sent frm heaven
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to brighten up my dae
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only u cld make me happi
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and drive my blues away

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you were on a mission
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to take gd care of me
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u taught me everything about life
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before u set me free
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
you were always der for me
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to guide and me on this journey
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to protect me frm e heat
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in this weather so sunny

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you were everything to me
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cldn't ask for more
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't imagine my life wifout u
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for it was u tt i lived for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~kiara~&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/8734275-109828787327701795?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109828787327701795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109828787327701795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109828787327701795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109828787327701795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/yozies-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109818152686846280</id><published>2004-10-19T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T09:00:09.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yOzIeS! haiz....got back more papers todae...haven't gotten back EL yet...so tml den i post mi result kk....*suspense* wah...got so many things to do...debate to plan...i'm goin crazy soon!!! argh!!! todae i brought 5 stones to sch...joan and i were playin...and teachin ppl...haha...back to the pri sch era...oh ya...yesterdae i 4got to add....I PASSED CHINESE!!!! YAY!!!! *jumps around* and i passed all the sub i tot i was gonna fai... hope i get something niz 4 x'mas...hmm.... wad shld i wish for??? ok...i'll think abt it...or maybe i'll go shoppin and see something niz...tt i realli wan. right...i can't go mass todae....tt&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:b@#%*!"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;b@#%*! won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; me go....no fair....i'm lyk livin in prison.... fine...i shan't complain...later someone scold me for complainin agn...*sigh* this Sat got family dae in sch...yay!!! we get to wash cars...can praticalli hear e song playin in mi head..."car wash, car wash..." oh well....i'm not lookin forward to it actualli...some stupid family dae!!! i bet veri few parents will turn up...this iz so lame!!! the teachers realli got nothin better to do....onli wan to earn money...sae it's for poor students....well i'll be happier if they juz pass a tin around and collect money...save us all tt trouble...but wad can i do? wad has been decided will be carried out....so y not juz make the best out of it....lyk wad mi best frien was singin todae...'always look on the bright side of life' =)haiz...its nice to hav our old spot at the walk way back...i hate tha canteen....i nv wan to eat der at recess ever agn(if possible)....so noisy!!! so zi zar!!! haiz...and so not close to the ground.....ok...i've another poem specially 4 mi frienz...
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bottled up inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are the words i never said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The feelings that i hide, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lines you've never read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can see it in my eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read it on my face: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trapped inside are regrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the past i can't replace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With memories that linger...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't seem to go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't i be happier?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's a brand-new dae.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterdays are over, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though the hurting's not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing lasts forever, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So i'll cherish wad i've got.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't take my love for granted,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for soon it will be gone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All u've ever wanted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the love u thought you'd won.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hurt i'm feeling now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't disappear overnight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But someway, somehow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will turn out all right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more wishing for the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For it wasn't ment to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it didn't seem to last, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So i hav to set him free. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;by Melissa Collette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS: why iz it so hard to move on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109818152686846280?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109818152686846280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109818152686846280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109818152686846280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109818152686846280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/yozies-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109809268406054770</id><published>2004-10-18T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T07:22:51.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another borin dae....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yozies! haiz...so boring todae...haiz....as usual...wad did i do? go sch get results...go home get lecture...go mass...get enlightenment..hee :) juz kiddin....den go home and hog e com...hey...guess wad i did to mi wall clock? i took out e hands and put a disc in tha middleof it...looks kool!!! oh well... i've gotta poem for u to read....i think it's nice....so yupz....&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But U Didn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rmb the time u lent me your project and i spilled coke over it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought u'd kill me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you didn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rmb the time i forgot to tell u the dance was formal, and u came in jeans?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought u'd hate me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But u didn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rmb the times i'd flirt wif other boys to make you jealous, and u were?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought u'll drop me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But u didn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were plenty of things u did to put up wif me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make me happy, to love me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there are so many things i wanted to tell u when u returned...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But u didn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PS: thanx adrienne...for helpin me wif e music and e taggie... :)
&lt;div align="right"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8734275-109809268406054770?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109809268406054770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109809268406054770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109809268406054770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109809268406054770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-borin-dae.html' title='another borin dae....'/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109802447416043064</id><published>2004-10-17T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T07:47:54.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when boredom gets the best of u!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yozies! makin this blog has been veri difficult....so many frienz hav been helpin me....so...to all those who has taken the effort to put together this blog for me....so tt other can get to know alittle more abt me...ya noe....get inside my head...thanx alot.... :) i owe u one.... fine...let me get on wif how my dae was....well....was extremely bbbooorrriiinnnggg!!!! haiz...now i'm sooo tired...cuz i braved tha cold (it rain so heavily and we got stranded at e bus-stop) *lizzie! thiz iz all ya fault!!!!* walked so much *fine...my fault* and tried to build a sand castle...and failed and ended up buildin a mt?...yar...i call it mt everest!!! haha....i didn't hav to climb it...i'm taller than it...haha...so retarded! i'm so childish!!! ah hahaha...hu cares aniwae...i hope the bottle we burried in tha huge sand pit iz still safe and sound....until x'mas...yo...u ppl...dun bother tryin to dig 4 it...cuz u'll nv find it...muahahaha.....an deven if u do...it's not worth e effort...believe me :P rite....since todae's entry iz short...i shall paste a song below....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's Not Easy-Five For Fighting              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can't stand to flyI'm not that naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm just out to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The better part of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm more than a bird                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm more than a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's not easy to be me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wish that I could cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;About a home I'll never see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It may sound absurd but don't be naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Even Heroes have the right to bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I may be disturbed
but won't you conceed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Even Heroes have the right to dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's not easy to be me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Up, up and away:away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's all right:You can all sleep sound tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm not crazy:or anything: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Men weren't meant to ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;With clouds between their knees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Looking for special things inside of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's not easy to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&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/8734275-109802447416043064?l=storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/feeds/109802447416043064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8734275&amp;postID=109802447416043064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109802447416043064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734275/posts/default/109802447416043064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrmtheotherside.blogspot.com/2004/10/when-boredom-gets-best-of-u.html' title='when boredom gets the best of u!'/><author><name>sonotmsperfect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037996843081467918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734275.post-109785526649251210</id><published>2004-10-15T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T08:47:46.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wad life has to share </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yozies! ok...basically i made this blog so i could pen down mi thoughts....i mean type down mi thoughts...anyway....u wanna noe wad i think abt life? i think tt it's juz one long borin movie....that goes on and on...until u die...i wish tt it wld hurry up alittle....i'm runnin out of pop corns for this movie....anyway, alot happened these few days....or rather i've been doin alot of thinkin...and suddenly everything seems &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;rather&lt;/span&gt; bleak....the world seems fake...lyk i'm lookin through someone elses eyes...sometimes i feel lyk i can't die....i dunno why...and when i look in the mirror, i see a stranger starin back....with no depths in her soul...tts not hu i am...i scares me how diff i am on the inside....compared to shell i'm in...i wonder how other see me on the outside and wonder if anyone realli noes the true me...i guess alot of ppl out der r thinkin the same way...so when i walk down the street and someone stops me...i'll try to see the person behind the eyes...instead...i've spent my life judgin other by who they r on the outside and regretted it...i juz keep 4gettin...oh well....i juz learned one of the things i nv knew i nv knew...but now i do...and i wish the whole world was more lyk tt.....ok...tts abt all i've to sae la....feel so sad these days...dunno y....but i can't wait 4 x'mas...haiz...mi fav time of the yr!!! yay!!!ok...ciao!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;~kiara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ps:muz thank joyce...for helpin wif set up this blog...heh...thanx!!! i owe ya one...hee&lt;/span&gt;
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