<?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-7279421487772766160</id><updated>2012-02-11T19:34:15.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luce Del Sole</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279421487772766160.post-7309090043777609911</id><published>2012-02-11T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T19:34:15.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be professional. No one is perfect. I am more than my anger. I am more than my fear. You are human. You cannot harm me. I will love you for my 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croz, &lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. &lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than this. I can see past it all, and I will come through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my last show. &lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;br /&gt;It&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-7309090043777609911?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7309090043777609911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2012/02/be-professional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7309090043777609911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7309090043777609911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2012/02/be-professional.html' title=''/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-2927995979930602198</id><published>2012-02-11T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T13:13:55.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I really good enough?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if I don't make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-4299695806858713974</id><published>2012-01-29T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:29:52.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All or Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but you made your way back home,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you sold your soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;like a Roman bag of bones.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because you made me feel like I'm worth something.&lt;div&gt;Because you saved me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we were drifting apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you saved me from myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am good enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am worth something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am more than my oppression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is my darkness my comfort?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my addiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been there for so long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I without it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Croz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did you help me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of my plight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that you felt sorry for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or did you actually think I was good enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you said that I wasn't worthless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that I had to stop thinking that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't tell anyone that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so did you see it in my eyes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am I worthy of your help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am I as important?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should I be heard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-4299695806858713974?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/4299695806858713974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279421487772766160.post-3187420909980186450</id><published>2012-01-19T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T02:39:04.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Stand Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span &gt;Que Suis-je, en dehors de cette d&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3187420909980186450?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3187420909980186450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-i-stand-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3187420909980186450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3187420909980186450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-i-stand-alone.html' title='If I Stand Alone'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-7610125680955962370</id><published>2012-01-15T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T18:18:31.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mindset</title><content type='html'>l'amour est le bouton magique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told anyone.&lt;br /&gt;And yet you knew. &lt;br /&gt;You looked at me&lt;br /&gt;And knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que je ne peux pas regarder au-delà mon oppression. que je suis en dépression à cause de la croyance que je ne suis pas assez bon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-7610125680955962370?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279421487772766160.post-7517675107272449812</id><published>2012-01-04T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T01:04:36.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is happiness still a struggle?</title><content type='html'>The fear of possibility&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-7517675107272449812?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7517675107272449812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-is-happiness-still-struggle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7517675107272449812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7517675107272449812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-is-happiness-still-struggle.html' title='Why is happiness still a struggle?'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-3038107054707369474</id><published>2011-12-05T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T14:07:22.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je ne sais pas ce que je veux plus</title><content type='html'>Sleepwalk&lt;br /&gt;Daydream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something bothering you,&lt;br /&gt;Is it me? &lt;br /&gt;My never ending needs &lt;br /&gt;To conform to society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my&lt;br /&gt;"if you don't like it, fuck you" attitude? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not working harder&lt;br /&gt;To get out of here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester changed everything. &lt;br /&gt;Mais dame en rouge, &lt;br /&gt;Tu sais que je serai là pour vous.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid to be the only one left?&lt;br /&gt;Life used to be simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to give,&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like I'm there at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3038107054707369474?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279421487772766160.post-6048724894364149449</id><published>2011-11-17T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:09:55.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandonment</title><content type='html'>Maybe I can't bring myself to commit because in the end everyone would leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6048724894364149449?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6048724894364149449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/11/maybe-i-cant-bring-myself-to-commit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I didn't have to answer to anyone but myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama says the Legend is so open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because at a point of time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she believed that she had nothing left to lose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could forget about everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without fear of consequences,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe I can finally grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I can finally know who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm strong, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in certain ways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've overcome and learnt from my experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that's the thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's My Own Experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you see someone you love reaching for a fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no matter what you say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they still continue to reach for it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what will you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd let them get burn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because then they'll learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tough love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tough life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like an airhead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not thinking deep thoughts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just shallow ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in charge of my on decisions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my own future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I felt so liberated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the first time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understood why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teens say they want more "freedom"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we're so bloody protected from the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when all we want to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is see it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-7869766968760783030?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7869766968760783030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/10/je-veux-retourner-paris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7869766968760783030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm burned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It used to be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just get through this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'cause sooner or later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'll be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over doesn't last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; C'est pour ça que je redoute rentrer à la maison?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6518200670280876977?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6518200670280876977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/08/somnambulisme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6518200670280876977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6518200670280876977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/08/somnambulisme.html' title='Somnambulisme'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-2319905409554932510</id><published>2011-07-19T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:41:21.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;and today you accidentally &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;called me, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"baby"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday is a reminder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of what I hate most in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lack of control,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the soulless days where by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just sleepwalking the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be back when we were 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just stay there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we didn't have any of these choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want life to go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be 17 anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly don't know what you want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will it be awkward?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I want to be friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will that mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do we start again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to make any decisions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that I'm vulnerable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-2319905409554932510?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279421487772766160.post-3032275414031609934</id><published>2011-07-06T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:35:38.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm only 17,&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be one of the zombies in the train &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that don't have any dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or forgotten that they had any to begin with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you took everything else away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please let me keep this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3032275414031609934?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279421487772766160.post-5593426444503983356</id><published>2011-06-26T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T23:11:13.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tout que je peux penser est le sexe, la drogue et l'alcool.</title><content type='html'>fuck you for thinking what I did was punishing you for what you did,&lt;div&gt;fuck you for saying that you don't know what you did to deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you stopped listening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I grew up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't say it as if I abuse you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't say it as if I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hold you or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slow down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't tell me that you're perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't tell me that you never made a single mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it weren't for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where would I be right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-5593426444503983356?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/5593426444503983356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/06/tout-que-je-peux-penser-est-le-sexe-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/5593426444503983356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/5593426444503983356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/06/tout-que-je-peux-penser-est-le-sexe-la.html' title='Tout que je peux penser est le sexe, la drogue et l&apos;alcool.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-7359674064507001502</id><published>2011-06-15T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:54:43.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm OK (subtext)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'm tired of walking on eggshells,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So terrified to fail.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And in order to please you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I abandon myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And though it used to hurt me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;when you pushed me away, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Je ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;veux pas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;de psychologie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;veux pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;apprendre les sciences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;je ne veux pas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;des affaires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;veux pas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;faire de la chirurgie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;, je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;veux pas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;couper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;les morts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;vers le haut.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Je veux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;agir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;c'est que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;trop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;difficile à comprendre?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Non&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;c'est juste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;pour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;pas chers à destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;How I wish you knew,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;how much I need you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel like running,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I can't abandon you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You avoid my gaze,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;withdraw from me these days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You punish me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;from trying to be,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;all that you wanted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What more can I do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;vous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;vous êtes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;président&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;vous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;juger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;sur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;propres opinions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;contradiction&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;même pas commencer à&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;le couvrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Je peux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;agir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;le sais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ne pense pas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;tu es meilleur que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;juste pour que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;vous le savez,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;les gens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;qui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;me regardent de haut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;, j'ai tendance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;à&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;prouver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;qu'ils ont tort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm stronger than ever,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you made me this way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-7359674064507001502?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7359674064507001502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-ok-subtext.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How long will it take for you to understand that I don't want a job where I am constantly hating my life. I don't want to live life knowing I have no where to go and me constantly wanting to end everything and just give up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a nightmare, that I couldn't act anymore. Because I forgot how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave up talking to you. Because I know how fucking futile it will be. You don't know better, because you never dreamed big enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't say what I have or what I don't, because you've never experienced it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will things be okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6701807712369197793?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6701807712369197793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/06/but-i-am-good-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6701807712369197793'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6680557107418748739?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6680557107418748739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-i-risk-it-all-come-this-far-just-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6680557107418748739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6680557107418748739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-i-risk-it-all-come-this-far-just-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-3902890586729015384</id><published>2011-05-19T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:14:02.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Lifetime Hasn't It?</title><content type='html'>What I did.&lt;div&gt;Was it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I need them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't tell me to relax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just "go for dinner for now"&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;ecause I don't have the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to like my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though there's that voice that says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't cope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pain of not knowing what's going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did I agree to do something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't believe in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why on Earth am I so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things take time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know everything happens for a reason,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what am I supposed to do now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3902890586729015384?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3902890586729015384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-lifetime-hasnt-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3902890586729015384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3902890586729015384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-lifetime-hasnt-it.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Lifetime Hasn&apos;t It?'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-3306021901665583899</id><published>2011-05-19T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:07:59.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Me Inside Out.</title><content type='html'>I did everything right.&lt;div&gt;I studied hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did what you wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't choose the risky choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose something safer over something I loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did something completely Singaporean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listened to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we've had this conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that's why I'm not talking to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I'm doing this anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what will happen now that I love my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I hate the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did everything right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why aren't I happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3306021901665583899?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3306021901665583899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/05/turn-me-inside-out.html#comment-form' title='0 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one who is as good as anyone else.&lt;div&gt;to be the one who is trying so hard to not screw up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to work harder than Nikki,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but to watch her step into the spotlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time and time again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being tired of being sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being sad to not be interesting enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not funny enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not good at imitations,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not bad enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could have another second to think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd tell you that I'm scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed your advice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you were never around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys are amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I'm a stereotype for crying now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kinda makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Comment est-il que quelque chose que j'aime peutme rend si heureux encore si triste en meme temps?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-4376404333005647639?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/4376404333005647639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-how-georgia-feels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4376404333005647639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4376404333005647639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-how-georgia-feels.html' title='I Know How Georgia Feels.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-6138897931532558282</id><published>2011-03-06T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:34:57.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Elfin;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't love no one else,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'til you love yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if  they don't like it, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;tell 'em:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get in line,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and kiss your ass.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think a lot of people have forgotten about this place,&lt;div&gt;but if you're looking at this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know that you're awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You came such a long way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm so proud of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You played such a important part in the 2 short years we were friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You supported me when I was at my low points,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and celebrated with me when life wasn't so bitchy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No amount of XOXOs will be enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and happy birthday ah ma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6138897931532558282?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6138897931532558282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-elfin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6138897931532558282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6138897931532558282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-elfin.html' title='Dear Elfin;'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-3296655933952712863</id><published>2011-02-16T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:36:02.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parce qu'ils m'ont entendu la première fois.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I serve it up in a shot,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;so suck it down like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought I would forget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I found you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you not understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you of all people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for making me feel "SO SECURE"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love me for me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying really hard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to want to miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying really hard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see past the "who cares" attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying really hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be excited about anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There used to be something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3296655933952712863?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3296655933952712863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/02/parce-quils-mont-entendu-la-premiere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3296655933952712863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3296655933952712863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/02/parce-quils-mont-entendu-la-premiere.html' title='Parce qu&apos;ils m&apos;ont entendu la première fois.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-2704050844830124895</id><published>2011-01-15T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:10:21.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Fifty Years or So</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can like the life you're living, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can live the life you like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how when I talk to you, I can feel so completely alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how I used to be able to tell you anything, but it's like you don't know what boundaries are or when some places are inappropriate for certain topics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how you seem to not understand who I am, the looks you give me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy you don't ask me anymore, because the answer ain't you now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-2704050844830124895?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/2704050844830124895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-fifty-years-or-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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&lt;div&gt;where are you when I need your advice the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Madre, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how could you doubt this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you knew how much it hurt me in the past?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-5044405234801358362?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/5044405234801358362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/01/arent-we-supposed-to-dream-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/5044405234801358362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/5044405234801358362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2011/01/arent-we-supposed-to-dream-big.html' title='Aren&apos;t We Supposed to Dream Big?'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-1341025840083453015</id><published>2010-12-31T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:17:51.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Decade Ends;</title><content type='html'>No more shit.&lt;div&gt;It has been a hell of a year, but honestly it has been a great one. This year made me understand how life can truly be a bitch but that you can find strength in the littlest of things. It is the end of a decade, the end of an era. Next year we'll have different paths, different lives but we still stay the same. We as individuals will stay us no matter how much we change. Keeping that in mind, we're young and let's have some fun. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-1341025840083453015?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/1341025840083453015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-decade-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/1341025840083453015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/1341025840083453015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-decade-ends.html' title='Before Decade Ends;'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-2412637029508284423</id><published>2010-12-14T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:03:02.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone thinks that I have it all,&lt;br /&gt;But it's so empty living behind these castle walls;&lt;br /&gt;These castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;If I should tumble if I should fall,&lt;br /&gt;Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here at all, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behind these castle walls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observing the estate through the gate from the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;Bet you would think I got it made, better look again&lt;br /&gt;I got buttler, got a maid, and a mansion&lt;br /&gt;The belief is that I'm living out a millionaires fantasy&lt;br /&gt;With pantoms and ferrari's in the driveway&lt;br /&gt;But you see the pain and the change of the same man's&lt;br /&gt;Your vision jaded by the grammy's on the mantelpiece&lt;br /&gt;Just switch your camera lenses you would see the agony&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly it's damaging the man you see before you&lt;br /&gt;On the canvas he may seem alright but all the diasadvantages his family&lt;br /&gt;Encounters overpowers his extravagance&lt;br /&gt;Walk in my? I dare you&lt;br /&gt;While it really seem like the kings life aint glamourous&lt;br /&gt;As seen through the eyes of untrained amateurs&lt;br /&gt;Because the camera's don't see beyond the walls of the smiles&lt;br /&gt;Only counts until it falls in the pile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone thinks that I have it all,&lt;br /&gt;But it's so empty living behind these castle walls;&lt;br /&gt;These castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;If I should tumble if I should fall,&lt;br /&gt;Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here at all, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behind these castle walls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly to me, I think I'd lose every benefit of all that I've accomplished&lt;br /&gt;If my key is never with it, shit&lt;br /&gt;Me knowing this, why should the verses I have laid&lt;br /&gt;Be more important to me than the persons I have raised&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm saying that to say that ooportunity&lt;br /&gt;But they just don't equate to all the time they take away&lt;br /&gt;From the kids all the shit I did right is a mistake&lt;br /&gt;If deyjah end up a stripper and major slinging yay&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever consider myself a great&lt;br /&gt;If messiah ain't paid and nique nique ain't straight&lt;br /&gt;Would your favourite song about the whips, money and shit&lt;br /&gt;Be relevant if you found out, the money wasn't real, nope&lt;br /&gt;So me being the goat shouldn't mean more to me&lt;br /&gt;Than see it to a king though&lt;br /&gt;From a bad ass kid to man with some dough&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I may well have stayed poor&lt;br /&gt;So while they stay focused on me beefin with flip,&lt;br /&gt;Shawty low, gucci or ludacris&lt;br /&gt;Or if I'm fucking with a hoe&lt;br /&gt;Did I snitch when I got arrested or will I die over nonesense&lt;br /&gt;Internally I'm dealing with this conflict&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me if I don't get the chance to kiss the hand&lt;br /&gt;Or slap me in the face, ay I, m just the man&lt;br /&gt;If they saying I ain't the best at making hit records&lt;br /&gt;It's cause this my life these ain't just rapping&lt;br /&gt;Shit, you think of that deep, did ya dawg&lt;br /&gt;See you can't see the castle through the walls till it falls&lt;br /&gt;Bitch ain't thinking with the deep, did ya dog&lt;br /&gt;Cause see you can't see the castle through the walls till it falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone thinks that I have it all,&lt;br /&gt;But it's so empty living behind these castle walls;&lt;br /&gt;These castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;If I should tumble if I should fall,&lt;br /&gt;Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here at all, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behind these castle walls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody knows I'm all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Living in this castle made of stone.&lt;br /&gt;They say that money is freedom &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;b&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;ut I feel trapped inside it all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And while I sit so high up on a throne,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I can feel this low.&lt;br /&gt;On top of the world it's beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;But there's no place to fall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;For the record ay, I give a damn if I never said shit again&lt;br /&gt;My career was meant for me to come and tell it&lt;br /&gt;Honest interpretation of how affected I'm faced with&lt;br /&gt;Matters most rappers used to keep locked away in the basement&lt;br /&gt;The day that I walk I ain't saying that I'm amazing&lt;br /&gt;Down playing the way I keep fellas from catching cases&lt;br /&gt;Won't take into consideration how much it mean what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;And when I say what I mean even when I'm sorrounded by the fakers&lt;br /&gt;From one of the greatest centers, blessed with most of god's graces&lt;br /&gt;Who made his way amongst the greatest from the grimiest places&lt;br /&gt;So next time you rating royalty, I'm always being given to recordings than the level&lt;br /&gt;Of your loyalty, obvious you've been ignoring me&lt;br /&gt;Who else ya seen make it through the storm, unharmed disjointed&lt;br /&gt;While all the critics was looking for prince charming&lt;br /&gt;Disregarded the king of the south raised doubt&lt;br /&gt;Even though he made a castle out of used to be a house&lt;br /&gt;He did shit that all your favourites rappers only rap about&lt;br /&gt;But most of y'all don't see the castle through the walls&lt;br /&gt;And the smiles till it falls in piles so while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone thinks that I have it all,&lt;br /&gt;But it's so empty living behind these castle walls;&lt;br /&gt;These castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;If I should tumble if I should fall,&lt;br /&gt;Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here at all, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behind these castle walls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone thinks that I have it all,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it's so empty living behind these castle walls;&lt;br /&gt;These castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;If I should tumble if I should fall,&lt;br /&gt;Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here at all, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behind these castle walls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Observing the estate through the gate from the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;Bet you would think I got it made, better look again&lt;br /&gt;I got buttler, got a maid, and a mansion&lt;br /&gt;The belief is that I'm living out a millionaires fantasy&lt;br /&gt;With pantoms and ferrari's in the driveway&lt;br /&gt;But you see the pain and the change of the same man's&lt;br /&gt;Your vision jaded by the grammy's on the mantelpiece&lt;br /&gt;Just switch your camera lenses you would see the agony&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly it's damaging the man you see before you&lt;br /&gt;On the canvas he may seem alright but all the diasadvantages his family&lt;br /&gt;Encounters overpowers his extravagance&lt;br /&gt;Walk in my? I dare you&lt;br /&gt;While it really seem like the kings life aint glamourous&lt;br /&gt;As seen through the eyes of untrained amateurs&lt;br /&gt;Because the camera's don't see beyond the walls of the smiles&lt;br /&gt;Only counts until it falls in the pile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone thinks that I have it all,&lt;br /&gt;But it's so empty living behind these castle walls;&lt;br /&gt;These castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;If I should tumble if I should fall,&lt;br /&gt;Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here at all, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behind these castle walls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Honestly to me, I think I'd lose every benefit of all that I've accomplished&lt;br /&gt;If my key is never with it, shit&lt;br /&gt;Me knowing this, why should the verses I have laid&lt;br /&gt;Be more important to me than the persons I have raised&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm saying that to say that ooportunity&lt;br /&gt;But they just don't equate to all the time they take away&lt;br /&gt;From the kids all the shit I did right is a mistake&lt;br /&gt;If deyjah end up a stripper and major slinging yay&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever consider myself a great&lt;br /&gt;If messiah ain't paid and nique nique ain't straight&lt;br /&gt;Would your favourite song about the whips, money and shit&lt;br /&gt;Be relevant if you found out, the money wasn't real, nope&lt;br /&gt;So me being the goat shouldn't mean more to me&lt;br /&gt;Than see it to a king though&lt;br /&gt;From a bad ass kid to man with some dough&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I may well have stayed poor&lt;br /&gt;So while they stay focused on me beefin with flip,&lt;br /&gt;Shawty low, gucci or ludacris&lt;br /&gt;Or if I'm fucking with a hoe&lt;br /&gt;Did I snitch when I got arrested or will I die over nonesense&lt;br /&gt;Internally I'm dealing with this conflict&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me if I don't get the chance to kiss the hand&lt;br /&gt;Or slap me in the face, ay I, m just the man&lt;br /&gt;If they saying I ain't the best at making hit records&lt;br /&gt;It's cause this my life these ain't just rapping&lt;br /&gt;Shit, you think of that deep, did ya dawg&lt;br /&gt;See you can't see the castle through the walls till it falls&lt;br /&gt;Bitch ain't thinking with the deep, did ya dog&lt;br /&gt;Cause see you can't see the castle through the walls till it falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone thinks that I have it all,&lt;br /&gt;But it's so empty living behind these castle walls;&lt;br /&gt;These castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;If I should tumble if I should fall,&lt;br /&gt;Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here at all, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behind these castle walls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody knows I'm all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Living in this castle made of stone.&lt;br /&gt;They say that money is freedom &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;b&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;ut I feel trapped inside it all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And while I sit so high up on a throne,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I can feel this low.&lt;br /&gt;On top of the world it's beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;But there's no place to fall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record ay, I give a damn if I never said shit again&lt;br /&gt;My career was meant for me to come and tell it&lt;br /&gt;Honest interpretation of how affected I'm faced with&lt;br /&gt;Matters most rappers used to keep locked away in the basement&lt;br /&gt;The day that I walk I ain't saying that I'm amazing&lt;br /&gt;Down playing the way I keep fellas from catching cases&lt;br /&gt;Won't take into consideration how much it mean what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;And when I say what I mean even when I'm sorrounded by the fakers&lt;br /&gt;From one of the greatest centers, blessed with most of god's graces&lt;br /&gt;Who made his way amongst the greatest from the grimiest places&lt;br /&gt;So next time you rating royalty, I'm always being given to recordings than the level&lt;br /&gt;Of your loyalty, obvious you've been ignoring me&lt;br /&gt;Who else ya seen make it through the storm, unharmed disjointed&lt;br /&gt;While all the critics was looking for prince charming&lt;br /&gt;Disregarded the king of the south raised doubt&lt;br /&gt;Even though he made a castle out of used to be a house&lt;br /&gt;He did shit that all your favourites rappers only rap about&lt;br /&gt;But most of y'all don't see the castle through the walls&lt;br /&gt;And the smiles till it falls in piles so while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks that I have it all,&lt;br /&gt;But it's so empty living behind these castle walls;&lt;br /&gt;These castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;If I should tumble if I should fall,&lt;br /&gt;Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here at all, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behind these castle walls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-2412637029508284423?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/2412637029508284423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/12/castle-walls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/2412637029508284423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/2412637029508284423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/12/castle-walls.html' title='Castle Walls'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-4425571268794094305</id><published>2010-12-09T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:33:01.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Warriors</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Now "Chain of Fools" and "Respect"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was the Anthem of a woman Aretha said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel an odd comfort knowing that here, I am alone. I shall tell a story because I feel obligated to do it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had all been good friends for about a year. But we started to see this other side of him. Honestly, we felt annoyed. Irritated at his childish ways. And slowly began to pull away from him. Sadly, at the same time, he was in love with a friend of ours. His denial at this obvious fact strained our friendship even more so to the point where he became aware of it. Of course we talked it out, but this was far from over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still fell apart. We held him so close to our hearts. The thing is another guy was also in love with the aforementioned friend and as mean as it was, I rooted for this guy. Both guys were my friends but I just did. Was this betrayal? But on April 16, it was the end. We put up one last show and it was understood that everything was gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I thought it was over but it wasn't. He would play tricks and lay traps so that we wouldn't get certain opportunities on things that we loved. Is this giving us a taste of our own medicine? Was this payback for not supporting him on something he wouldn't admit to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half a year had past and I went to see the little idiots, who were arguing. We decided to tell them about the horrid road we took. We wanted them to learn from our mistakes and not follow in our footsteps. Just give them advice and not for them to butt in into our unresolved conflict.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course they did which makes everything messy again. The things is, the guy thinks we told the juniors to gossip about him, somehow making us hypocrites and liars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I'm so tired of all of it. I'm so tired of the animosity and mistrust. Honestly, I just want to put everything behind us so that we could all be happy again. I want to apologise because of the lack of effort in trying to make the friendship work. But at the same time, I don't know what would happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-4425571268794094305?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/4425571268794094305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-warriors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4425571268794094305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4425571268794094305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-warriors.html' title='10 Warriors'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-8654675790128506249</id><published>2010-12-02T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:29:25.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hey this is Shane Gerosi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're a classy and honest woman;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Both naughty and nice;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ravishing;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Impressive;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seductive and Sexy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christina, thank you so much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please never stop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-8654675790128506249?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/8654675790128506249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/8654675790128506249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/8654675790128506249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-3639034064305848110</id><published>2010-11-23T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:35:05.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause I'm doing things I normally won't do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The old me is gone,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel brand new.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if you don't like it,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fuck you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to wrap my head around it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How and why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like following most trends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I love things that are underrated and unknown to most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even to the point of hating it when others start to know and like it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when it comes the day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I share everything of mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with everyone else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will cease to exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I just want to be like how I was when I was born-unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If that is taken away, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just fade into the background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3639034064305848110?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3639034064305848110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/11/remind-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3639034064305848110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3639034064305848110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/11/remind-me.html' title='Remind Me'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-5666912222827935053</id><published>2010-10-30T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:05:38.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Done, Smoking Gun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's solace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will this end soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand those who did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why they didn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a spastic love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe when it's over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel free to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe when I come back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can find who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye, sweethearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-5666912222827935053?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/5666912222827935053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-done-smoking-gun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Bones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shutter Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice In Wonderland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bounty Hunter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clash Of The Titans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kick-Ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back-Up Plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Losers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shrek 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex and The City 1 and 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Killers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toy Story 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Predators&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despicable Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going The Distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The American&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easy A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burlesque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life As We Know It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knight and Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry Potter 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things to do/ places to go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;learn how to ride a bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chalets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleepovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;food trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie marathons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends Marathons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this is too general)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CSI:miami season 6 and 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GLEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cougar Town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parenthood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Private Practice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90210&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 Simple Rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mercy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scrubs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ghost Whisperer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIONIC DELUXE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pact-Jodi Picoult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pencil Case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6280662569233374467?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6280662569233374467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-to-dogetbuywatch-after-os.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6280662569233374467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6280662569233374467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-to-dogetbuywatch-after-os.html' title='THINGS TO DO/GET/BUY/WATCH AFTER &quot;O&quot;s'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279421487772766160.post-7432418284710872812</id><published>2010-06-08T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:56:27.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>define: hope.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ember lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you thanked me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pure, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;innocent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and overwhelming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw it pour through your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I knew you meant it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will keep this safe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will come back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will hold my words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-7432418284710872812?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279421487772766160.post-4957361338641410012</id><published>2010-05-14T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:05:41.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Quarter Pounder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'ll miss it. Everything. The little things, the big ones. I'll miss the taking off of our shoes so diligently 3 years ago, and now just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;alking in, le&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;ving our footprints everywhere. I'll miss the talki&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;d laughing, and Teb&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n-ing. I'll miss the frisbee after drama, and the bubble tea after frisbee. I'll miss motivation. I'll miss the trainers. I'll miss the lame jokes. I'll miss the smiles. I'll miss the ramps. I'll miss it all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't have the time now. I'm scared, if one day when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;e're back, we'll be strangers. Will it be the same? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"T&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;is is all just t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;mporary" someone wise said this, and another wise fe&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt;a reminded me of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want something in my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ife to give it s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;me sembl&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;nce of meaning, it used to be the Tues&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;ay&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; and Fridays. But that's g&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ne, temporarily. I need to put on hold getting a li&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;e now so I can "plan" for the fu&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ure. &lt;i&gt;Au Re&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;oir&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-4957361338641410012?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/4957361338641410012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/05/double-quarter-pounder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4957361338641410012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4957361338641410012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/05/double-quarter-pounder.html' title='Double Quarter Pounder'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-7362770003862570485</id><published>2010-04-29T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:01:36.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Go Be Heroes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You're a dope. And you're a bonehead. And you're... shirty!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who made me feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and cared for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a dilemma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do I do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when there are 3 things that hang in the balance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many things would get compromised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the finale tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would probably miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;geez,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why am I so upset?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how do you think clearly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when your head hurts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with our heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will come again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe at the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe in the next,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll hold in the tears for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's type of loneliness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that comes with being special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a type of solitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that comes with true power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a price to pay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you're chosen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's what we need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leaders,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't laugh at them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they run past boundaries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that no one dares to cross,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they try and try again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they don't mind the sacrifice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as long as we move together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's lonely there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because when someone has that label,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone instantaneously throws everything to that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you are one person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no one understands what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are going through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is a piece of paper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and once you make a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or stain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or spot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or crease,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then they're gonna blame you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a price to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they still do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they still do it because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one else will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end matters too much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to walk away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-7362770003862570485?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7362770003862570485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-go-be-heroes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7362770003862570485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7362770003862570485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-go-be-heroes.html' title='We&apos;ll Go Be Heroes.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-7858198497439630363</id><published>2010-04-23T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:19:52.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingerprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Time goes by,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and everything drops away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when i disliked you guys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;losers with such a snobbish attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I see you now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grown up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing when to do what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so proud of you guys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for being such great juniors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it doesn't matter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whether your socks don't match,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or you have messy hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or you have your own abstract way of thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it all comes down to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's selfish of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there are some things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I don't want to share,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because these are the only things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I can solely call my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;music,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;books,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;writing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quotes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clothes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hairstyles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;celebrities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ETC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you get my point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it really that selfish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you just want to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to the beginning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where each of us was unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it really that selfish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I want to be myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it isn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because there are always those,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who inevitably seem to do the same thing as you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-7858198497439630363?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7858198497439630363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/fingerprint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7858198497439630363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7858198497439630363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/fingerprint.html' title='Fingerprint'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-4771148432627189202</id><published>2010-04-20T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:49:59.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teevee Whore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay so that would be 2 cups of tarragon, 1 pound of baking soda and 1 red onion?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What the hell are you cooking?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have finally rediscovered why I write.&lt;div&gt;The inspiration you get from friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the point &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where you don't have turn around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to know that they are smiling at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't doubt a human's ability to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen and experienced enough miracles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I know better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's touching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how you poured so much love into something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without expecting anything back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How you guide us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of your passion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and love for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's scary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how I'm typing here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though I should be studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost my motivation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made myself a promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll see me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be on stage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it won't be a performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-4771148432627189202?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/4771148432627189202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/teevee-whore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4771148432627189202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4771148432627189202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/teevee-whore.html' title='Teevee Whore.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-2977981464415909095</id><published>2010-04-16T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:57:01.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing Ovation</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It's just a piece of paper.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for being with me through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this bitter sweet moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still fight,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still try your hardest,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The end of this journey,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;isn't the end of the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's do this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's have coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do promise, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will visit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faith is believing what you cannot see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-2977981464415909095?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/2977981464415909095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/standing-ovation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/2977981464415909095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/2977981464415909095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/standing-ovation.html' title='Standing Ovation'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-5582384524881484749</id><published>2010-04-14T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:33:29.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Friday Fourteen Hundred Hours.</title><content type='html'>I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.I DON'T WANNA STEP DOWN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-5582384524881484749?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/5582384524881484749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-friday-fourteen-hundred-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/5582384524881484749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/5582384524881484749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-friday-fourteen-hundred-hours.html' title='This Friday Fourteen Hundred Hours.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-6858343706631127058</id><published>2010-04-13T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:21:11.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You might say I'm a dreamer,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I'm not the only one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was easy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way you said it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and made it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You show such immense love for us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I worry how we may let you down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how our last performance may be our worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for wanting to help us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for working on making this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;such a "kick ass" show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As are the rest of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How we might not be able to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put your thoughts into actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've gotten complacent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believing what we're doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is already good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it isn't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be able to talk to people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you have always believed in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when i didn't believe in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for loving us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6858343706631127058?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6858343706631127058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6858343706631127058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6858343706631127058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-remember.html' title='I Will Remember'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-7625624083124590160</id><published>2010-04-10T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:29:42.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four In The Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me is that you're freakishly tall! I feel like a woodland creature!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever wondered,&lt;div&gt;that life would be better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if everyone were shadows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How we would always have to perfect figure, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perfect face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How everyone would look,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;identical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what about all the things we love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would it be like in a world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where you can't give someone you love a kiss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or hold their hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or put a ring on their finger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or see them smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what can make us unique?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we look the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are you going to recognise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your loved one from others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are you going to show,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you're happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we were shadows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is the meaning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-7625624083124590160?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7625624083124590160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/four-in-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7625624083124590160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7625624083124590160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/four-in-evening.html' title='Four In The Evening'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-9171020257445421032</id><published>2010-04-06T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:30:55.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Existence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;If it matters to you, it matters.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today it hit me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How this was the last time we were performing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How grateful I was with everyone who guided me, every step of the way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was awful, it’s fine if you hate her, but don’t talk to me as if I do too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the end, how do you love, without a heart? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you talked to me, I felt so light hearted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really don’t know what is going to happen to us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love this, more than anything else in the world. Do you really understand? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-9171020257445421032?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/9171020257445421032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/existence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/9171020257445421032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/9171020257445421032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/existence.html' title='Existence.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-1450380364482027701</id><published>2010-04-02T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:33:29.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not This Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Forgiving someone requires more courage than hurting someone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I made the wrong move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I have waited?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will we get the chance to talk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you make the time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to listen to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whether I'm bored?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you mean what you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was I wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-1450380364482027701?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/1450380364482027701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/1450380364482027701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/1450380364482027701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-this-time.html' title='Not This Time'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-893940101438288599</id><published>2010-03-19T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:50:17.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Base Purples</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'm throwing on my Louboutins.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you have seen what it has become, maybe, you'll understand. It's hurts too much, and I'm scared, if we leave, and you fail is it your fault? No, never, it'll be us who didn't show you the right path, it'll be us who will take the blame. The thing is, we will take it, willingly, but you see, we want to leave, smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw the original, and I see us now, I don't know what to do. It hurts because I can't do anything that I want to because of your pathetic insecurities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see you now, I'm disgusted, because you still think that everything is just a game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I look at you, I so desperately want to help, and not walk away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a reason to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-893940101438288599?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/893940101438288599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/03/base-purples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/893940101438288599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/893940101438288599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/03/base-purples.html' title='Base Purples'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-1979670703111508975</id><published>2010-03-10T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:48:40.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me a Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In terms of which is the better adhesive, super glue sticks okay, but glitter is permanent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's was the disappointing,&lt;div&gt;because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want them to fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want myself to fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts when you see people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who don't cherish what they have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts when you're stuck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you just don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts to breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it rained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if he felt helpless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and disappointed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if it would have helped,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helped us wash our problems away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there an superior being up there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I prayed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prayed and prayed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you didn't answer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my pleas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So give me a sign,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to keep me fighting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-1979670703111508975?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/1979670703111508975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-me-sign.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/1979670703111508975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/1979670703111508975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-me-sign.html' title='Give Me a Sign'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279421487772766160.post-7349371748837502109</id><published>2010-03-06T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:50:35.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When a star shines, it means a soul is free.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your unhappiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the animosity in your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once I told you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How everything changed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how life was once full of opportunities,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a desert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bare and dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot what passion had felt like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until you told us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how much you wanted to help us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how simply you thought of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it isn't a burden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not even a job,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wanted to do it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not because you had to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you truly loved us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I see now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what I'm doing is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the eyes of all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ones we would leave behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for all the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was brought upon us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the pride &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I hope will shine in your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet powerful word-passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you  once showed me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how to stand up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you gave me the strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to speak up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I'm doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I'm doing it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most importantly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-7349371748837502109?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7349371748837502109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/03/shit-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7349371748837502109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7349371748837502109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/03/shit-happens.html' title='Shit Happens'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-6579705518980074567</id><published>2010-02-14T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:48:32.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think like a child, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;dream big.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a fruitful year.&lt;div&gt;Gained a lot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lost a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it comes down to one thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I don't get inspired,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I can't write,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I can't stay awake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I don't get credit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because in 8 months,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these things will mean nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I make a mistake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's gonna screw up my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to look at her straight into her eyes and shout IN YOUR FACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick of crying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I know that it won't help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care about petty problems,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because they will come and go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because life's a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't bleedin' care &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I make a fool out of myself trying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew what I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can say that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're doing what they love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every single day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be one of the few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I will fight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for what I believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Care to join me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6579705518980074567?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6579705518980074567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/02/glee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6579705518980074567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6579705518980074567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/02/glee.html' title='Glee'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279421487772766160.post-3175478073702711415</id><published>2010-01-22T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:51:39.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What ever happened to believing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You didn't earn it. You didn't work for it. You've never had anyone come up to you and say you deserve these things more than anyone else. They were just handed to you. So that doesn't make you better than us. It makes you luckier than us. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spoken;&lt;div&gt;Which do you prefer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not being good at something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and therefore not being chosen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or not being chosen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although you're good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're wanted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but just not available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupidity;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must life be such&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we can never go back in time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and change all the mistakes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we have made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suffering;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I look back now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell why I made those choices,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Self-Condemnation;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I do regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it hurts to see bored faces,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they are the ones with the privileges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it hurts to watch the things that they do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing that I could have been a part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it hurts to breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3175478073702711415?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3175478073702711415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-ever-happened-to-believing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3175478073702711415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3175478073702711415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-ever-happened-to-believing.html' title='What ever happened to believing?'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-6773315629265443295</id><published>2010-01-15T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:28:58.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Band of Buggered</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Is everyone here very stoned?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when everything fell away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the animosity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will find other things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that are far more important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because maybe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we do render supreme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because maybe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter how the others fared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we worked together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and things turned out well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6773315629265443295?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6773315629265443295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-band-of-buggered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6773315629265443295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6773315629265443295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-band-of-buggered.html' title='We Band of Buggered'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-6807737282157168025</id><published>2010-01-13T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:39:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Noodles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a difference between choosing life and avoiding death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't you think,&lt;div&gt;if you said yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you would have seen smiles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are sick and tired &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of hearing contradicting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pathetic remarks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that instead of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helping someone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're actually putting them down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we actually have feelings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are better ways?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we deserve a chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like everyone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other people do matter,?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not all about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and your accomplishments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because no one cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're not happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6807737282157168025?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6807737282157168025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/01/white-noodles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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for anger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello.&lt;div&gt;I'm READY for an awesome year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to learn how to ride a bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to blog no matter how cheem I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to read more books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to study like crazy for the next 10 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be less temperamental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally going to grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to comment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes, NiaoFin, I'm talking about you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;click the "0 comments" link&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the bottom of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this post is not cheem at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-4291898463381162045?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/4291898463381162045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/01/belonging.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4291898463381162045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4291898463381162045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2010/01/belonging.html' title='Belonging'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279421487772766160.post-1942752793727899373</id><published>2009-12-31T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:52:13.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joie De Vivre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is love after love, because the heart has the ability to love and then love completely and fully another.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was cloudy, &lt;div&gt;It was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I saw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;millions of millions of stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I saw it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some faded away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and some shone brighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so many things have happened,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I have to do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Elfin;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for listening to my side of the story,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I believed that no one would,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for talking to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when no one else was willing to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for showing me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that there's more to life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that it's to precious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to waste away on people who didn't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for giving me strength and courage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to end it well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Iris;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for allowing me back into your life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for forgiving me even if you doubted me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for giving me a chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for opening my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by showing me yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Amanda;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for being here for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time after time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been the nicest person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you stuck with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I was sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please remember,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even in the darkest of nights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will come the light of day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Jane; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for listening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for being here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for all the joyous times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were willing to share with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't give up on anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you are one of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the strongest people I've ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the most unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So remember,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time is precious,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;treasure it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't be late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Ezzul;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for believing in me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I doubted myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for loving me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I hated myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for telling me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the funniest things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for making so many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of my days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find that you will always be here for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when I'm not here for myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for your selflessness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and your sacrifices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Jayden;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for showing me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that life doesn't have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be serious all the time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for giving me something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to look forward to during chinese,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for being lame,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and making me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Jowen;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for guiding me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for treating me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're my friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I've seen your heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen the generosity of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the thing is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you give so much to others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you leave yourself with nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't sacrifice things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that are unnecessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Michael;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for showing me that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friendship is mutual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how TV is awesome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and giving me something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's mature to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Wei Ying;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for showing me that in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all I needed was a little push,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and some support,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for remembering what I like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause it makes me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that much more significant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Amos, Yi Jia and Jiang Hao;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for being there for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whether it's for giving me support,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or holding an umbrella,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for listening to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my time of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Alex,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for all the strength &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you gave me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you need to know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you are strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you failed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;challenge yourself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try and try again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fight for things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Fabian, Claire and Ming Liang;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for listening to my cussing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and bearing with me through my bullshit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for giving me something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to smile about when I'm down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to all the friends who have come and gone;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for finding it in your heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-1942752793727899373?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/1942752793727899373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/joie-de-vivre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/1942752793727899373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/1942752793727899373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/joie-de-vivre.html' title='Joie De Vivre'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-3996506616796262952</id><published>2009-12-25T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:56:47.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Start Out Slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The flashy girl from Flushing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because I felt,&lt;div&gt;that in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during the last stretch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't going to make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would take a shot to my chest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or a knife to the gut,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or a vehicle to run me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was scared that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wouldn't end the way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted it to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all in the name of perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3996506616796262952?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3996506616796262952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-start-out-slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3996506616796262952'/><link 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leaving for their job as a TV newscaster. "This just in, look at my hand, how weird is my hand?" is not an appropriate thing to say on the air!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would like to wipe &lt;div&gt;that smug look off your face,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I still want to understand what I did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what I did to cause you to treat me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;treat me like I'm a slave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not worthy of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you're not going to tell me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't ever understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're angry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because honestly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you don't hide it well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you look at me different,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;different than all the others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I would like to ask you why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I have caused you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inconvenience,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or any form of threat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted you to know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you touched my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and constantly talked to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I was down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I didn't do the same thing to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you need to know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you gave me strength,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and showed me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that bad times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will be over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll be here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you need me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-5026313599948786520?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/5026313599948786520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-solstice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/5026313599948786520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/5026313599948786520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-solstice.html' title='Holding Hands.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-6231395860237116596</id><published>2009-12-18T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:40:55.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talkin' through the schnoz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If life was a game,&lt;div&gt;And each person had something specific.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would I be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Monopoly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you get money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'till you are bored,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then what happens next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Bubble Shooters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you get one shot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one shot only,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or you plunge into failure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then what happens next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Pokemon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you go where you need to go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do what you need to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buy what you need to buy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where life is planned out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you follow through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or you can't advance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then what happens next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Tetris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you fit everything perfectly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know somehow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything will be alright,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause circles won't be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pouring down anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make some sacrifices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to deal with the next problem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then what happens next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we choose another game &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we're bored?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we shoot up the board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we're pissed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we give up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we're frustrated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we stick to safety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and stick to the rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we are scared?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we stop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and realise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that there can never be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one game for one person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if the rules say so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6231395860237116596?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6231395860237116596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/think-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6231395860237116596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6231395860237116596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/think-peace.html' title='Think Peace'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-7639394493833970737</id><published>2009-12-15T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:37:33.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugger Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Life only has meaning because there is an end. Death is what forces people to live.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I could do it all over again;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would learn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to love exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would take out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 minutes a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would take &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strolls in the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have learnt to live in the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is short,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you never know when you would die,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what on Earth are you waiting for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to ask yourself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if in a minute,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were to die,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would we die happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-7639394493833970737?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7639394493833970737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/bugger-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7639394493833970737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/7639394493833970737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/bugger-fish.html' title='Bugger Fish'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-3760055471166236519</id><published>2009-12-14T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:01:59.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok, don't panic, we'll wrap up here and we'll go home and panic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally understand&lt;div&gt;how it feels to fight a war,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So screw it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;screw your holier-than-thou attitude,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it's bloody selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3760055471166236519?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3760055471166236519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3760055471166236519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3760055471166236519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-head.html' title='Yellow Head.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-6137133094078904426</id><published>2009-12-12T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:50:20.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You child.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was simple.&lt;div&gt;It was a phone call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it made me feel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;significant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were always by my side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were thousands of miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it made me feel special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6137133094078904426?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6137133094078904426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheerio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6137133094078904426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6137133094078904426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheerio.html' title='Cheerio'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-1215276942732573815</id><published>2009-12-10T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:12:11.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Court and Clark</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Who would shoot a gnome? And why is the "G" silent?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it a drama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where the leads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just can't seem to find each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it a tragedy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where everything was meant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to go down the drain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it a twisted game,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where all we do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is rack up the pieces,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and play again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it stereotypical,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you will always be in front of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I won't be able to see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it an alien language,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I don't think your words are true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or they are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they no longer apply?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or is it you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-1215276942732573815?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/1215276942732573815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/court-and-clark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/1215276942732573815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/1215276942732573815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/court-and-clark.html' title='Court and Clark'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-3266150727429214439</id><published>2009-12-07T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:59:15.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bald Cap</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Barbie's in denial, never listen to a woman who can't wear flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for listening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for being different,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for being someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whom I can be myself around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for being open to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for allowing me back into your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for being here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and talking to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for letting me breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for smiling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you could have walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3266150727429214439?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3266150727429214439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/barbies-in-denial-never-trust-woman-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3266150727429214439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3266150727429214439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/barbies-in-denial-never-trust-woman-who.html' title='Bald Cap'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-5919263219562362516</id><published>2009-12-03T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:52:46.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zeppo</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;What else does this "genius" have to say?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to sit down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to have a cup of coffee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe ice cream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to tell me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's going on in your life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's going to happen next,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and eventually,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where we would go from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that not all stories have happy endings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I believe if you are willing to work at it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will give something back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need you to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need you to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need some basic respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need you to know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that your words and thoughts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but so are your ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nod,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and accept,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and don't assume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it's childish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and obnoxious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because at the end of the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to tell you what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-5919263219562362516?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/5919263219562362516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/12/zeppo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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harmful side effects.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because in the end,&lt;div&gt;I didn't have the strength to carry on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure that I had made the right choice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but am unsure of where to go from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one could understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it didn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my faith in passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at long last,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I traced back my roots,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and went back to the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And found out that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I gave something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the love and attention it needs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it lasted beyond what I had expected it to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-5687528328783939542?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/5687528328783939542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/11/eat-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/5687528328783939542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna live a life from a new perspective.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's over,&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of waiting for people to change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I should have done this all along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why wait for someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to push the red button,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you are closer to it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forever more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my own choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have one life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you either waste it away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or you live it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want people to remember me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember that I was larger than life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-5959978192589804689?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/5959978192589804689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/11/chopped.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/5959978192589804689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/5959978192589804689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/11/chopped.html' title='Chopped'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279421487772766160.post-9026308073779423053</id><published>2009-11-20T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:01:43.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shmegegge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Being Jewish. Remember, people? Not everybody worships Santa! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I sit alone,&lt;div&gt;and wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did something wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was it my look?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or the charms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the other girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I losing it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pumped through my veins?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;webs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of complex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who is getting back at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plotting against me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a teacher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking I've changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a mirror,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and can't find the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-9026308073779423053?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/9026308073779423053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/11/shmegegge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/9026308073779423053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/9026308073779423053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/11/shmegegge.html' title='Shmegegge'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-236681726855518568</id><published>2009-11-19T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:56:02.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boundaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't want to protect you from the world, I want to show it to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is happening to us?&lt;div&gt;for in the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rhyme or not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we would be there for each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you were the thing I would count on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't matter that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people didn't know how close we were,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were two very opposite things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we had a friendship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was something where &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't care what other people thought of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where have you gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's happening to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we decided to be awesome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;united&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all the things that come with the package,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of selfish reasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chose to break the bonds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and become particles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead of supreme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's happening to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we used to be close,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we do things to irritate each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then pretend that nothing's wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's happening to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wish you anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for you to accept all that is happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;around you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself holding back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I'm not wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;threatened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's happening to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am numb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did so many things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made so many choices,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gave up so many dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;changed so much of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what have I found,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I was selfish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for choosing my happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the easy way out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and left you standing alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I was wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for not fighting harder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not fighting more often,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not fighting for everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not fighting for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I was weak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lost my faith,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how you knew that we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I let everything slip away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I lost it all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;passion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my ability to think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my ability to speak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and overall my ability to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To act on my instincts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my visions, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I saw it coming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I saw me fighting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I didn't lie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I am happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I am okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I am fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not when keeping it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurts more than &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the things I want to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the things I want to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and be spontaneous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a person, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who can't talk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about what's bothering her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about all the things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of the extent of trust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause they won't understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who can't shout DICK without getting stares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who can't feel the warmth and love of people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who can't do what she wants to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for she's afraid of judgement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who can't do all the things she wants to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because if she does,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's trying to get the throne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;destroyed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I cannot answer the question,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I am asking all to help,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-236681726855518568?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/236681726855518568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/11/boundaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/236681726855518568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/236681726855518568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/11/boundaries.html' title='Boundaries'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-807298365912078762</id><published>2009-11-13T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:55:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Airplanes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did I know? For 4 years I've been hinting to him, I've been hinting to you, I've been hinting to him to hint to you, why do you think I don't have time to make pate?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's over,&lt;div&gt;we stepped off the stairs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made through a year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mostly confusion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but also discovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out who I was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found what I held dear to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scallops,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when we left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more than I ever thought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't regret any choices I made,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nor the sacrifices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that returned my love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and things that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were simple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were obvious,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and have been with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right from the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was selfish at times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;putting my own happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over another's,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I hope she finds her own peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am quiet at times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like many times before this year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I need you guys to know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm no longer thinking as much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm pushing the edge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and may sound bimbotic here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my mind is not filled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all the complications&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that troubled me once before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am quiet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;silently contemplating the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exhausted from all that we have been through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I find myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing that people are there to catch me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not upset,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not in pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because this year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found passion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found the ability to smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank everyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for taking this journey with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-807298365912078762?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/807298365912078762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/11/eating-airplanes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/807298365912078762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/807298365912078762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/11/eating-airplanes.html' title='Eating Airplanes.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-6114121924912326644</id><published>2009-11-04T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:56:09.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Already Dripping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gee, is that ice cream cone big enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uhhh, it's delicious enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's silly,&lt;br /&gt;how much I want this,&lt;br /&gt;I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my chance,&lt;br /&gt;but I still want it,&lt;br /&gt;and I do realise,&lt;br /&gt;I have never wanted anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to receive it,&lt;br /&gt;because all I want is&lt;br /&gt;to put all my love&lt;br /&gt;and effort&lt;br /&gt;and attention&lt;br /&gt;into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;to see it walk into arms of&lt;br /&gt;indifferent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do you see the irony?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6114121924912326644?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6114121924912326644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-already-dripping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6114121924912326644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6114121924912326644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-already-dripping.html' title='It&apos;s Already Dripping.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-6529185698741465915</id><published>2009-10-31T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:09:06.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Can Promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You think I'm losing sight of the big picture, but I'm not. When Spike had that chip, it was like having him in a muzzle. It was wrong. You can't beat evil by doing evil. I know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second,&lt;br /&gt;I was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;and my ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second,&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that I wasn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is,&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me,&lt;br /&gt;You let me hold onto&lt;br /&gt;the strength I needed&lt;br /&gt;and was afraid I had lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the affirmation&lt;br /&gt;that you wanted me there,&lt;br /&gt;more than others,&lt;br /&gt;you wanted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the pretty girl,&lt;br /&gt;Not the outspoken girl,&lt;br /&gt;Not the one that has found herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted none of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is,&lt;br /&gt;I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than those&lt;br /&gt;who can have it,&lt;br /&gt;we want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please,&lt;br /&gt;listen,&lt;br /&gt;and give us a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's all we're asking you,&lt;br /&gt;Because all we want is to spend our final days&lt;br /&gt;working on something so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it finally happens,&lt;br /&gt;you will never regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6529185698741465915?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6529185698741465915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/10/bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6529185698741465915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6529185698741465915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/10/bones.html' title='We Can Promise.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-359287333912168895</id><published>2009-10-29T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:23:40.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyndam-Pryce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever is causing the Joan Collins  'tude, deal with it. Embrace the pain, spank your inner moppet, whatever, but get over it. 'Cause pretty soon you're not even gonna have the loser friends you've got now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'darling,&lt;br /&gt;give me a moment,&lt;br /&gt;let me spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;and let you see,&lt;br /&gt;for real this time,&lt;br /&gt;and let you see the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to forgive,&lt;br /&gt;as you did no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;as have I,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wanted a second path,&lt;br /&gt;and I chose to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nobody's fault,&lt;br /&gt;we made a deal&lt;br /&gt;to end our pain,&lt;br /&gt;because we were friends&lt;br /&gt;from the very beginning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that we were only friends,&lt;br /&gt;because it would be inconvenient not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was right,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe I was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I may have made a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;but whether I did or didn't,&lt;br /&gt;I moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't talk about me forgetting,&lt;br /&gt;because I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;half the things I did&lt;br /&gt;the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's painful,&lt;br /&gt;and it's hard,&lt;br /&gt;but it's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is,&lt;br /&gt;if I could relive the moments once again,&lt;br /&gt;I'd never want anything to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-359287333912168895?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/359287333912168895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/10/wyndam-pryce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/359287333912168895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/359287333912168895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/10/wyndam-pryce.html' title='Wyndam-Pryce'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-683405602090668377</id><published>2009-10-27T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:00:00.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What you did, was necessary, what I've always admired, you chose what to do with little difficulty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because you placed your heart above all else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the animosity,&lt;br /&gt;the fear,&lt;br /&gt;and the lion,&lt;br /&gt;who seemed to come,&lt;br /&gt;time after time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I least expected,&lt;br /&gt;when I was at my lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is from the windows,&lt;br /&gt;from which souls were made visible.&lt;br /&gt;Windows all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is from the mumblings,&lt;br /&gt;and all such meaningless,&lt;br /&gt;lowly tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed that I had found my happiness&lt;br /&gt;and forgotten all the pain and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was there,&lt;br /&gt;lurking,&lt;br /&gt;waiting,&lt;br /&gt;like a gentleman,&lt;br /&gt;only acting when the time was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I trust,&lt;br /&gt;when my paramours are haunting me,&lt;br /&gt;with the secrets,&lt;br /&gt;and gossips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm in a cage,&lt;br /&gt;no light,&lt;br /&gt;no freedom as such,&lt;br /&gt;and I cannot move forward,&lt;br /&gt;not because you're holding me back,&lt;br /&gt;but because I choose to stand beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the talks.&lt;br /&gt;The laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's all we really had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that it's so hard,&lt;br /&gt;because all I want is to feel,&lt;br /&gt;not the cheap thrill of roller coasters,&lt;br /&gt;50 feet in the air,&lt;br /&gt;but the emotional high and lows&lt;br /&gt;that everyone talks about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I try hard to make you understand,&lt;br /&gt;and you don't even give me your 2-cents worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that my fingers are less fluid,&lt;br /&gt;for in the past,&lt;br /&gt;I would be able to type&lt;br /&gt;and type some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you let me see,&lt;br /&gt;you asked me to,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm glad you did,&lt;br /&gt;you reminded me about what I wrote to you,&lt;br /&gt;a little more than a month ago,&lt;br /&gt;and I remembered all the love that I received,&lt;br /&gt;and all the love that I gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my own person,&lt;br /&gt;there isn't a way to make this complicated,&lt;br /&gt;because it is what it is,&lt;br /&gt;simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose my own destiny,&lt;br /&gt;and path my own road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will become a better person,&lt;br /&gt;not for your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;but for my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-683405602090668377?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/683405602090668377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/10/feels-like-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/683405602090668377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/683405602090668377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/10/feels-like-tonight.html' title='Feels Like Tonight'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-3314815605209860682</id><published>2009-10-23T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:39:06.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Poker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because when he breaks in and starts hacking you up with his machete, your screams will wake me up, and then I'll be able to escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the sick and twisted problems,&lt;br /&gt;but there's a lack of something,&lt;br /&gt;as if I could only be who I am&lt;br /&gt;when I wasn't happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics came and went through my head,&lt;br /&gt;like blood pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once more,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe forever,&lt;br /&gt;I will be empty,&lt;br /&gt;silent,&lt;br /&gt;shuttered and dank,&lt;br /&gt;without passion and without dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I go on like this?&lt;br /&gt;I'm I good at being depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me a better person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and am I going to change just because&lt;br /&gt;I can't write like before,&lt;br /&gt;or nothing cool comes out of my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;That's retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm happy about it,&lt;br /&gt;not having my books filled with words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;if you can do what I used to,&lt;br /&gt;on a daily,&lt;br /&gt;no, on a regular basis,&lt;br /&gt;then tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3314815605209860682?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3314815605209860682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/10/purple-poker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3314815605209860682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3314815605209860682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/10/purple-poker.html' title='Purple Poker'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-4463874697083316646</id><published>2009-10-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:13:20.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2 and the Conjoined</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said shut the hell up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me numbers,&lt;br /&gt;like you did before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;like when we ran to the dance floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you get a razor,&lt;br /&gt;or don't,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;like the time when the country girl wasn't famous yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be simple,&lt;br /&gt;or is it just too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-4463874697083316646?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/4463874697083316646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-and-conjoined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4463874697083316646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4463874697083316646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-and-conjoined.html' title='The 2 and the Conjoined'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-4991057121728288897</id><published>2009-09-09T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:31:07.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Button, Button, Who's got the button?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shame on you. Why does a man do what he musn't? For her. To be hers. To be the kind of man who would nev-To be a kind of man. And she will look upon him with forgiveness... and everybody will forgive and love. And he will be loved. So everything's okay, right? C-can we rest now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I saw,&lt;br /&gt;when it was right there,&lt;br /&gt;in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's going to happen again,&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go through more troubles,&lt;br /&gt;and hardships,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to cry again,&lt;br /&gt;and hurt,&lt;br /&gt;and scream,&lt;br /&gt;but then again it won't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because in the end,&lt;br /&gt;I'll have all of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave out my heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;and I was loved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that happened&lt;br /&gt;didn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;never mattered,&lt;br /&gt;and will never matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I found my place,&lt;br /&gt;I found my happiness,&lt;br /&gt;and I was loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-4991057121728288897?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/4991057121728288897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/09/button-button-whos-got-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4991057121728288897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4991057121728288897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/09/button-button-whos-got-button.html' title='Button, Button, Who&apos;s got the button?'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-8429098730851564623</id><published>2009-08-22T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:11:50.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadmap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please, how many times have I heard that line in my demon days? "I'm so rotten, they don't even have a word for it. I'm bad. Baddy bad bad bad. Does it make you horny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Or terrified. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went over,&lt;br /&gt;time and time again,&lt;br /&gt;how it works,&lt;br /&gt;how I would make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she said,&lt;br /&gt;and her,&lt;br /&gt;and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the people,&lt;br /&gt;talking,&lt;br /&gt;saying,&lt;br /&gt;singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the people that came and went,&lt;br /&gt;and I will love the people who remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see those,&lt;br /&gt;who do not see me.&lt;br /&gt;who have gone,&lt;br /&gt;and would not turn back,&lt;br /&gt;and I am hollow.&lt;br /&gt;I had convinced myself that&lt;br /&gt;you had meant the most to me,&lt;br /&gt;not because you taught me the most,&lt;br /&gt;but because you were willing to share my mirth and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where are you now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-8429098730851564623?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/8429098730851564623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/roadmap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/8429098730851564623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/8429098730851564623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/roadmap.html' title='Roadmap'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-4139069839716728641</id><published>2009-08-16T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:19:22.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And That's Enough.</title><content type='html'>so you are in an abyss,&lt;br /&gt;lost and alone,&lt;br /&gt;nothing to fight for,&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose,&lt;br /&gt;no hope,&lt;br /&gt;no friends,&lt;br /&gt;no happy ending,&lt;br /&gt;nothing to look forward to,&lt;br /&gt;no simple memories,&lt;br /&gt;no weapons to fend for your self,&lt;br /&gt;no family,&lt;br /&gt;no sense of right and wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing left,&lt;br /&gt;everything gone,&lt;br /&gt;everything stolen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take all that away,&lt;br /&gt;and what's left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-4139069839716728641?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/4139069839716728641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-thats-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4139069839716728641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/4139069839716728641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-thats-enough.html' title='And That&apos;s Enough.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-3144358173438983389</id><published>2009-08-05T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:21:07.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Be There For Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will I stay this way forever?&lt;br /&gt;Sleepwalk through my life's endeavor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing me a song,&lt;br /&gt;read me a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we all have to let go someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at all the things around me,&lt;br /&gt;and ask the simple why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why,&lt;br /&gt;why am I whiny?&lt;br /&gt;why am I alone?&lt;br /&gt;why am I trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everyone says that it's okay,&lt;br /&gt;and that "you have us"&lt;br /&gt;comforting words,&lt;br /&gt;but also,&lt;br /&gt;hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who do I have.&lt;br /&gt;do I even exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at what people have,&lt;br /&gt;simple,&lt;br /&gt;happy lives.&lt;br /&gt;with friends that will will be there till the day they die.&lt;br /&gt;simple isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;how happy they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember when I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;I was,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know whether I can be&lt;br /&gt;a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the best friend in the story&lt;br /&gt;is left,&lt;br /&gt;forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the unpopular geek leaves school,&lt;br /&gt;knowing another phase of her life has pass,&lt;br /&gt;but turns behind and sees everyone walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she's alone.&lt;br /&gt;walking on.&lt;br /&gt;no where to go,&lt;br /&gt;no place to run,&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do,&lt;br /&gt;no sights to see,&lt;br /&gt;no songs to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so give me a reason&lt;br /&gt;to get out of bed in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;so give me an excuse&lt;br /&gt;to get me to smile&lt;br /&gt;so give me a path&lt;br /&gt;to get me walking&lt;br /&gt;so give me hands,&lt;br /&gt;to get me to tear this mask off.&lt;br /&gt;so give me a mirror&lt;br /&gt;to let me know I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so give me something to sing about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3144358173438983389?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3144358173438983389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/youll-be-there-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3144358173438983389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3144358173438983389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/youll-be-there-for-me.html' title='You&apos;ll Be There For Me?'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-2454620187301396463</id><published>2009-07-31T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:25:16.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tegan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So, tell me when you gonna let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This could be the end of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these 2 years&lt;br /&gt;that we have been friends,&lt;br /&gt;I have gained a lot from you&lt;br /&gt;in the sense that&lt;br /&gt;you have taught me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have also lost a lot,&lt;br /&gt;in the sense,&lt;br /&gt;that I lost a great friend,&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were there for me,&lt;br /&gt;when no one understood,&lt;br /&gt;you were there to listen,&lt;br /&gt;you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in that moment where I lost you,&lt;br /&gt;I blamed her.&lt;br /&gt;I blamed her,&lt;br /&gt;because she was the one talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;joking with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how childish I was.&lt;br /&gt;selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blamed so many people,&lt;br /&gt;but when I thought about it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I asked myself,&lt;br /&gt;I realised,&lt;br /&gt;that I wasn't the perfect friend.&lt;br /&gt;I realised,&lt;br /&gt;that I too was irritating.&lt;br /&gt;I realised,&lt;br /&gt;that I, myself drove you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for that,&lt;br /&gt;I really am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;for I have hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;or being childish,&lt;br /&gt;thinking someone stole you away,&lt;br /&gt;and that I had nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please know,&lt;br /&gt;You will always be my&lt;br /&gt;freakishly good friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-2454620187301396463?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/2454620187301396463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/tegan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/2454620187301396463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/2454620187301396463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/tegan.html' title='Tegan'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-2998584790511080068</id><published>2009-07-29T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:23:09.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't blame the pretty lady. Coo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;because it happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took the one friend I could call true.&lt;br /&gt;You took the one freakishly good friend I had,&lt;br /&gt;when I had nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;And you took her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself,&lt;br /&gt;and ask yourself,&lt;br /&gt;whether you deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-2998584790511080068?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/2998584790511080068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/mugger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/2998584790511080068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/2998584790511080068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/mugger.html' title='Mugger'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-5375175420452183419</id><published>2009-07-29T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:23:35.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the people who don't care will never understand the people who do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really thought that I was the boundary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe we aren't that close.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we shouldn't have chosen to become friends.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you came into my life to teach me something.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you deserve more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I don't think I'm the person you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's over.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-5375175420452183419?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/5375175420452183419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/salvation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/5375175420452183419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/5375175420452183419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/salvation.html' title='Salvation'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-3705604328029918418</id><published>2009-07-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:06:54.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, you have to stay. 'Cause I'm not ready for you to not be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I need someone to reassure me,&lt;br /&gt;to tell me again,&lt;br /&gt;why I'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to say,&lt;br /&gt;hey you were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone that is willing to give me attention.&lt;br /&gt;not because I did something random,&lt;br /&gt;or cried out silly things,&lt;br /&gt;or even jumped about and smiling like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone,&lt;br /&gt;to tell me that I was good,&lt;br /&gt;because I put in the effort,&lt;br /&gt;and did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone,&lt;br /&gt;to see me,&lt;br /&gt;not as the best friend,&lt;br /&gt;not as the good girl,&lt;br /&gt;not as the cheerful sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;not as the emotional wreck,&lt;br /&gt;not as the crazy looney,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but me,&lt;br /&gt;the one who has a mind of her own,&lt;br /&gt;the one who loves english songs only,&lt;br /&gt;the one who thinks that IKEA meatballs are awesome,&lt;br /&gt;the one who loves shows that portray female empowerment,&lt;br /&gt;the one who has trouble fitting in,&lt;br /&gt;the one who has trouble being herself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to asks someone to shut up,&lt;br /&gt;when that person has hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;even though what the person said was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone&lt;br /&gt;to reassure me that everything will be ok,&lt;br /&gt;to reassure me that even if I'm teased that it was unintentional,&lt;br /&gt;to reassure me why I did what I did,&lt;br /&gt;and if it was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and guide me step by step on how I could correct that mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of people fawning over someone,&lt;br /&gt;someone so hungry for attention,&lt;br /&gt;so needy for a reply,&lt;br /&gt;and so pushy for information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when people don't see what is right in front of them,&lt;br /&gt;and just not see how others are hurt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's unintentional.&lt;br /&gt;and I know that you don't really care,&lt;br /&gt;I also see how you don't see me,&lt;br /&gt;as if I'm beneath you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not good enough to be your friend,&lt;br /&gt;not good enough to compliment,&lt;br /&gt;not good enough to know things,&lt;br /&gt;not good enough to be clever,&lt;br /&gt;not good enough to scream,&lt;br /&gt;not good enough to deserve any respect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a lowly servant,&lt;br /&gt;begging to be in your good graces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the funny thing is,&lt;br /&gt;you act as if you don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to reassure me why I'm doing these things,&lt;br /&gt;why I got into the play,&lt;br /&gt;why I got to be your friend,&lt;br /&gt;why I was willing to sacrifice so much in the past,&lt;br /&gt;but not now.&lt;br /&gt;why aren't I talking to you?&lt;br /&gt;why am I so insecure?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that I need to hang onto shit?&lt;br /&gt;why am I letting everything get to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why isn't anyone stepping forward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-3705604328029918418?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3705604328029918418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-you-have-to-stay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3705604328029918418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/3705604328029918418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-you-have-to-stay.html' title='First Date'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279421487772766160.post-1882737090228541484</id><published>2009-07-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:15:10.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT'S NOT RUNNING, THAT'S FALLING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people say things,&lt;br /&gt;and do things,&lt;br /&gt;what do they really mean,&lt;br /&gt;some are blessed&lt;br /&gt;with the ability&lt;br /&gt;to choose exactly&lt;br /&gt;what words to say&lt;br /&gt;to a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you talk to a person,&lt;br /&gt;do you say what's in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after a while,&lt;br /&gt;you won't mean those words,&lt;br /&gt;you'll just be lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what good is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;truly,&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-1882737090228541484?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/1882737090228541484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/1882737090228541484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/1882737090228541484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry.'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-6052375471842535393</id><published>2009-07-16T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:06:53.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you in, or are you out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anya, I have faith in you. There is no one you cannot piss off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring,&lt;br /&gt;to pretend,&lt;br /&gt;to make everything a lie,&lt;br /&gt;to live a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lies,&lt;br /&gt;they make up this complex web of shit,&lt;br /&gt;that everyone spins,&lt;br /&gt;and day after day,&lt;br /&gt;you're going to start to forget&lt;br /&gt;who you lied to,&lt;br /&gt;and what you lied about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;on all the little things&lt;br /&gt;we need to lie about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's sad,&lt;br /&gt;how all of us&lt;br /&gt;lie, and are upset&lt;br /&gt;when other people do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people lie,&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;when we obviously don't need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;why do people lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this,&lt;br /&gt;simple,&lt;br /&gt;yet complex&lt;br /&gt;mind of ours,&lt;br /&gt;why do we lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lie,&lt;br /&gt;because someone will get hurt if we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no.&lt;br /&gt;that just isn't a good enough reason. &lt;input name="security_token" value="AOuZoY78mAlzFB7WvdNa1paEvHwRRQsZtg:1247747479718" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="postID" value="679273643027983478" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;input name="blogID" value="7279421487772766160" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div class="errorbox-good"&gt;&lt;input name="securityToken" value="cj4OBiXhV_vmbmJhov5e4cs-hXw:1247747479736" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-6052375471842535393?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6052375471842535393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-in-or-are-you-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6052375471842535393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/6052375471842535393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-in-or-are-you-out.html' title='Are you in, or are you out?'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</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-7279421487772766160.post-2217923666836807548</id><published>2009-07-16T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:31:39.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merteuil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be her Captain Picard, Valmont. Boldly go where no man has gone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for too long,&lt;br /&gt;I've kept silent.&lt;br /&gt;and for too long,&lt;br /&gt;I've been empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being brave,&lt;br /&gt;and being bold,&lt;br /&gt;and doing something,&lt;br /&gt;on my own,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm putting my first step forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279421487772766160-2217923666836807548?l=kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/feeds/2217923666836807548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/merteuil_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/2217923666836807548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279421487772766160/posts/default/2217923666836807548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynannesummers.blogspot.com/2009/07/merteuil_16.html' title='Merteuil'/><author><name>Yan Shan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07373932574206347331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
