tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849355166900410732024-03-14T08:58:32.098+08:00DOLLHOUSE SILENTOThere's nothing i could say..
i will be all and get myself..all my life..
to get through the day and make everything okay..
i thought that i had everything but i didn't know what life could bring..Clayna Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943774064417244136noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884935516690041073.post-8878020043460165862011-06-06T00:31:00.011+08:002011-11-17T00:36:51.568+08:00Silent Thoughts<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgPvK6NcjmjY3GaIolqoGSw4nouUrtECkzuU7512ZtnG1uWSKX3C_gu8ha7kZismsvNRd0XGJ-7ZwFKCXxIEQ2i2Bgb7EdujTtUtkHmyD0oBY0F0qWplhkevSfp-qNZbhMOJoOWNaJ90/s1600/14112011%2528006%2529nna.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgPvK6NcjmjY3GaIolqoGSw4nouUrtECkzuU7512ZtnG1uWSKX3C_gu8ha7kZismsvNRd0XGJ-7ZwFKCXxIEQ2i2Bgb7EdujTtUtkHmyD0oBY0F0qWplhkevSfp-qNZbhMOJoOWNaJ90/s400/14112011%2528006%2529nna.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675632836215257970" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">I once know how to LOVE somebody..trully..unconditionally..</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />Sometimes, I walk down memory lane not because I still wanting you to come back, but to look back the mistake I have done and to constantly remind myself why things dont work out between us.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">(the truth! sincerely, me)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">I grow up comparing myself to Barbie. I dont have long blonde hair AND mine is black, I dont have sparkling blue eyes AND mine is brown, I am not 6 feet tall, and my body is far from perfect..err..no description for this one. But I am still better than Barbie. Why? Because I am real..that is more than she could ever be.<br /><br />I may not be the most beautiful or the sexiest woman, nor do I have the perfect body. I may not be everybody's first choice, but I am a great choice. I dont pretend to be someone im not, because im good at being me. I may not be proud of some of the things in my past, but im proud of who I am today. So take me as I am, or watch me as I walk away.</span></span></span></div></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNv5_K7-Yf0RrFCjCMfmFHc5kmoMsoWHLJPi6jSzh5pDG9NG5b6lT_j1JZ0RBhgzJIDW4PXn_ITWvfE9oM0J07XSKw0wIQ5v6vB2-MmPtd9RHR4VwgdQRxV5j_AFrG1Wmm-XdepGSMfFM/s1600/25102011%2528010%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span><span></span></span></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div>Clayna Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943774064417244136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884935516690041073.post-39000410609480108652010-12-10T17:40:00.003+08:002010-12-10T23:25:04.023+08:00<div><br /></div><div><div><embed src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=2089670227125946802&site=widget-b2.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2089670227125946802&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/p1/2089670227125946802/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2089670227125946802&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/p2/2089670227125946802/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> </div></div></div>Clayna Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943774064417244136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884935516690041073.post-56934544614029819882010-07-18T22:32:00.012+08:002010-12-10T23:30:50.226+08:00I My Me Mine<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4irLEbE93PdxDQZDOQNDlJ7gfU3pkj-nlGy_bQFaNSlfkku2RhtP3kewO_vDF0hopM28dyt3wl7xdZA2yCS3JnJQO7md5-LjePJ5tZxEUsnp7gQ6ZbHDuBMgnkJe2tDIIsMJ0tIZuLo/s1600/DSC02969.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4irLEbE93PdxDQZDOQNDlJ7gfU3pkj-nlGy_bQFaNSlfkku2RhtP3kewO_vDF0hopM28dyt3wl7xdZA2yCS3JnJQO7md5-LjePJ5tZxEUsnp7gQ6ZbHDuBMgnkJe2tDIIsMJ0tIZuLo/s400/DSC02969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549076218389586178" /></a><br /><div></div><div><a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 18px; ">When I woke up this morning lying in bed, I asked myself,</span></a></div><div><a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'What are some of the secrets of success in life?'</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I found the answer right there, in my very room.<br />The Fan said.. Be Cool.<br />The Roof said.. Aim High.<br />The Window said.. See the World.<br /></span></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Clock said.. Every minute is precious.<br />The Mirror said.. Reflect before you Act.<br />The Calendar said.. Be up to date.<br />The Door said.. Push Hard for your Goals.</span></span></span></span></span></h3><div><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); ">Withlove, Mizz Nana.</span></span></span></span></span></div></span></a><div><a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "></span></a><a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com/cute-bunny-graphics.shtml" target="_blank" title="Cute Bunny Graphics"><img src="http://www.dolliehost.com/dolliecrave/graphics/cutebunnies/73.gif" alt="Cute Bunny Graphics" border="0" /></a></h3></span></div></div><div><br /></div>Clayna Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943774064417244136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884935516690041073.post-38608541303346434492010-05-04T11:58:00.014+08:002010-12-10T23:49:06.426+08:00Learn It. Live It. Love It<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAcxVQJ_zT5jh__yd5LzBG_LugsKAbEF0DaoP_k4Iu1g-Bmg_34XdUk-RsCpY_zXgngN3aPNgcif1dwSqqO5rSoBc3MGxqYGoYL20mI5XMbnov2S6hEgwsZCBm5biztBHCQygcf1vprdM/s1600/DSC02549.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAcxVQJ_zT5jh__yd5LzBG_LugsKAbEF0DaoP_k4Iu1g-Bmg_34XdUk-RsCpY_zXgngN3aPNgcif1dwSqqO5rSoBc3MGxqYGoYL20mI5XMbnov2S6hEgwsZCBm5biztBHCQygcf1vprdM/s400/DSC02549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532243513937002114" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); ">I hate the way you talk to me. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. I hate it. I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh even worse when you make me cry. She begins to cry as she continues to read. I hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call, but mostly I hate the way I don't hate you; Not even close; Not even a little bit; Not even at all.</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "></span></div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><div><a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com/cute-bunny-graphics.shtml" target="_blank" title="Cute Bunny Graphics"></a></div><div><a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com/cute-bunny-graphics.shtml" target="_blank" title="Cute Bunny Graphics"><img src="http://www.dolliehost.com/dolliecrave/graphics/cutebunnies/60.gif" alt="Cute Bunny Graphics" border="0" /></a></div></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div><small><a href="http://www.musicdumper.com/" target="_blank"></a></small> </div></span></span></span></span></span></div></div>Clayna Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943774064417244136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884935516690041073.post-38739161109952195012010-04-18T22:19:00.008+08:002011-10-29T02:54:08.008+08:00Emotions<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrCxOrjGNDPMPMSzx0W0wxgwGAAryVtMieDcxKytdDjK9aHQrB0HCUx7wBlzLQ-znBECCoPxH0kx7b1w70HnKC5iqdYVhpn9yrDv6CwVQ_8LRll-_1X9mKhNdSOh-WNQ-haQplhiTyF0/s1600/DSC00190.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrCxOrjGNDPMPMSzx0W0wxgwGAAryVtMieDcxKytdDjK9aHQrB0HCUx7wBlzLQ-znBECCoPxH0kx7b1w70HnKC5iqdYVhpn9yrDv6CwVQ_8LRll-_1X9mKhNdSOh-WNQ-haQplhiTyF0/s400/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668618195823253010" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; ">As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. You just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.</span></div><div><a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com/cute-bunny-graphics.shtml" target="_blank" title="Cute Bunny Graphics"></a></div><div><a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com/cute-bunny-graphics.shtml" target="_blank" title="Cute Bunny Graphics"><img src="http://www.dolliehost.com/dolliecrave/graphics/cutebunnies/65.gif" alt="Cute Bunny Graphics" border="0" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"></span></span></span></span></span></h3></span>Clayna Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943774064417244136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884935516690041073.post-70411489796335117032010-03-23T14:53:00.012+08:002011-10-29T02:56:14.271+08:00I Am Me<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDTRPqIjIycwet-EyZ1Wrnkli2b3_vWFKT2J_34LymGfvTrc29U0TynnKaVJ89iGAQtGBfduXt3OfLOMIO4F0-v9RMxLfvi5jmzSY8qDNGekTf9dJiSa3JMjgKpOg9-cykTc0OiZgjLU/s1600/DSC08819.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDTRPqIjIycwet-EyZ1Wrnkli2b3_vWFKT2J_34LymGfvTrc29U0TynnKaVJ89iGAQtGBfduXt3OfLOMIO4F0-v9RMxLfvi5jmzSY8qDNGekTf9dJiSa3JMjgKpOg9-cykTc0OiZgjLU/s400/DSC08819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668618761313377810" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; ">“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.”</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 128); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:7;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 96px; line-height: 20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; "><h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "></span></h1></span></b></span></span></span></span></h1></span><div></div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 128); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:medium;"> </span></h1></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:medium;"></span></h1></span></div>Clayna Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943774064417244136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884935516690041073.post-76509039099060555672010-02-26T22:55:00.013+08:002010-07-18T23:31:00.043+08:00Nobodys' Likes<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguTjYFz6vRA3WeCDh-erczKqEkJTjS-7Yb1dPrEdRhCTnwoaBLkRjjCPpOQ9RSgL05dzw4b-1ZHcA5blrWgm3X1JLCm0Sx_XTD7XjdHIYgt4GMqoAocla79-rpiOB2_iol3OMLoQ6pFN0/s1600/DSC04180.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguTjYFz6vRA3WeCDh-erczKqEkJTjS-7Yb1dPrEdRhCTnwoaBLkRjjCPpOQ9RSgL05dzw4b-1ZHcA5blrWgm3X1JLCm0Sx_XTD7XjdHIYgt4GMqoAocla79-rpiOB2_iol3OMLoQ6pFN0/s400/DSC04180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461142676441147714" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 51, 204); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I believe you are only as good as your team. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So whatever your role is, own it, trust it, it will lead you exactly where you're supposed to be. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm imperfect, yet absolutely perfect. I'm a believer, a dreamer, a fighter, a lover. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sometimes I don't know when to let go, but I'm getting much better at knowing when! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I've made plenty of mistakes, but I learn quick, and I pick myself up even quicker. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I truly believe all you have is what you give. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So it's important to know what that is means for you. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For who you are, what you say, do or don't, affects others. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Just my thoughts! </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">im just a ordinary simple happy go lucky person. T</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hey said i'm arrogant-</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">but actually i'm not!. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hey! i'm friendly! come on! ~ I love so deeply and get hurt deeply as well. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I never get tired falling in love, coz i've got so much love to give ~ sigh</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Love to laugh. i cry on sad movies. i cry when the situation is very complicated for myself and feel like wanna give up on something that eventhough its a good choice, but i still keep going on. thats life!! What you see is what you get, if you don't like it, sucks for you :))</span></span></span></span></div></span><div></div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"></span></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></span>Clayna Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943774064417244136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884935516690041073.post-91299045186161640722010-02-06T23:48:00.028+08:002011-10-29T03:00:27.427+08:00boyfriends<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveJKEbVOdgf26iJzdgS3UbHGuVCAUxdjS8raWmfSv7iSyxS7zukbia_bbn889kkGThjkEi9RoQjLzDB-VMyQqrdZiLxAFhABzTfkX_czYJ6m2WnGfRdGqaKrB8SHpHKXXWl6ikJYSS4Q/s1600/DSC07953.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveJKEbVOdgf26iJzdgS3UbHGuVCAUxdjS8raWmfSv7iSyxS7zukbia_bbn889kkGThjkEi9RoQjLzDB-VMyQqrdZiLxAFhABzTfkX_czYJ6m2WnGfRdGqaKrB8SHpHKXXWl6ikJYSS4Q/s400/DSC07953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668619733936737746" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Hey guys. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span">You should know who am i</span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">im not desperate</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">i hate it when a guy judge me before he knows me as well</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">i keep thinking about love someday</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">i look around me<br />a couples, a married people, and a sadness ending<br />sometimes all is it be a question in my head<br />yea, im still find my true love dude<br />a guy who always care about me<br />understand me<br />really appriciate me<br />and accept me as well<br />i dont need ur gentleness but actually u're hypocrite<br />cool, gentlemen, matured, caring<br />thats what i want<br />whatever u want to say<br />whatever u want to judge me<br />its up to you<br />me is me<br />and i know what i want.<br />Never say I love you if you really dont care,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Never talk about the feelings if they really aren't there.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Never hold my hand if your gonna break my heart,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Never say your going to if you never plan to start.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Never look in my eyes if all you do is lie,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Never say "hi" if you really mean "good-bye".</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">If you really mean 4-ever, then you will try,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Never say 4-ever cuz 4-ever makes me cry.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">But life in the heart of your beloved, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">WAS, IS, AND WILL ALWAYS BE LOVE, LOVE AND ONLY LOVE.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></span><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51NiHrdRht7TcjTv3vK0zYOh9iIwqIXNVtpx3iOCAMzn-PE3rm0zkihgA1VKeAZOPIXHuaqi1oGVZFfTXEeQbdr3MOgmEp3x_BKZIn6notYbiRjmmLHxa7TNeH69-X7PPGLMfPAwSNOI/s1600/DSC00327.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><span><span></span></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>Clayna Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943774064417244136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884935516690041073.post-59096098977906227652010-02-06T23:11:00.014+08:002010-10-26T15:19:18.381+08:00true me<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZNyYhJvfMmXghR0oIJpyI48W6SIMV6Q2S9fr0tBbqoyGKlX5PbxBROwpUPWxHe1x8vWx1lFaGBRIA5Kd81wqRwTPqLTVNWPwhs1aT-Re6fnHBkOPAP0r4xkvbJ9A3E1MExejJbOGSVA/s1600/1_298638242l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZNyYhJvfMmXghR0oIJpyI48W6SIMV6Q2S9fr0tBbqoyGKlX5PbxBROwpUPWxHe1x8vWx1lFaGBRIA5Kd81wqRwTPqLTVNWPwhs1aT-Re6fnHBkOPAP0r4xkvbJ9A3E1MExejJbOGSVA/s400/1_298638242l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532249971553380770" /></a><br /><div></div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I want someone who would move the hair away from my eyes and then kiss me. Hold my hand in line at the mall and make all the girls jealous. Someone who would sing to me at random moments. Who would let me sleep on there chest. I want someone who would call me 3 times a day if he went away. Someone who would make fun of me just to make me laugh. He would take me to the park and put his hand around my waist and give me big bear hugs all the time. He would tell all his friends about me and smile when he did it. And we'd make out in the pouring rain. He would never be afraid to say "I love you" in front of his friends. I want a boy that would hugs me at midnight and count the stars with me. Someone who would tell me i'm beautiful but not too often. Who would make me happy like no one else could. But mostly I want someone who would be my boy and would never break my heart..i wish dat!! Hurm..i don't respond to any of flirty shits from anybody..yeah! tat is my attitude. My life is not a perfect 1 but i wont change it for the world. Its simple, pure, hilarious, horrible & everything in a mix that i can still get control of. When my life gets hard & things dont go the way i planed, i dont go & brag, cry or hang on to it forever, i move on with life. the world doesnt revolves around me, i just keep on living & live it the way i want it to be & i never let anyone change how i live. cuz i know how i am living right now is good enough for me. yaw! chiow :)</span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5WuzgK4zZrU07v9BjiPRVg1G7dekF1pil7bLVlxYHPr2XrmXJpvFhkuaHLQS4BFJrQ-KNESNqLH86vptHOpP5qNIDrBPTk6sLPyJcNNbTduK56PEWr8WrWK509bisIAadflQ2hyphenhyphenhu1bs/s1600/DSC09917.JPG"></a></span><span><span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span>Clayna Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943774064417244136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884935516690041073.post-13282145554984125822009-10-01T12:25:00.019+08:002010-12-02T22:25:03.922+08:00broken u<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYD2VW4vT74TiS8HKSiR-B39HIJO8BRYLEa_qsT02VbMnaKGRS0Pa6xKzDp8tajR9i1MlI-EmtctEfW6TJwq_KXsIFBnCNaSBVcpmVDcLjyC1n4Oqi5UJFMc97tL2-kO8lHz9dDxQqV0/s1600/DSC_2974.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYD2VW4vT74TiS8HKSiR-B39HIJO8BRYLEa_qsT02VbMnaKGRS0Pa6xKzDp8tajR9i1MlI-EmtctEfW6TJwq_KXsIFBnCNaSBVcpmVDcLjyC1n4Oqi5UJFMc97tL2-kO8lHz9dDxQqV0/s400/DSC_2974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546090431333282450" /></a><br /><div></div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); ">how many heartbreaks does it take</span><br /></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">till u realize its not right<br />when it happens do forgive and forget<br />or do u care and cry<br />how many does it take till u understand<br />everyone has gone through it yet we never stop<br />what is luv if it leaves u dead with a broken heart<br />is it love when u cry from them<br />if luv is supposed to be happy<br />then why are we sad<br />to all people who read this i hope u understand<br />that if this helps u will be strong in all heartbreaks </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">or have none at all.<br />this is life people luv is not good its painfull and to me its real luv and heartbreaks are no laughing matter they are everyone life they are my life if u love u will hate we dont need any more hatred that there already is luv same with heartbreaks and hatred.<br />broken hearts are reality wake up.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><div><div><span><span><br /><br /></span></span><div><span><span><br /></span></span><div><div><div><small><a href="http://www.musicdumper.com/" target="_blank"></a></small> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Clayna Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943774064417244136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884935516690041073.post-31066525380742894652009-02-25T19:59:00.018+08:002010-10-26T15:38:45.923+08:00dear diary of me..<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-4Dkj82PIIDdtZdBsbveqbGElGyZTIN1gvTD-vyUCA3VWIrivygllzc2-EDdeHm1SW7KCbu-dDGMXRhHw6rLNqkbf2l-W0ytXVtRvKIzoljkFdC_ihK11QZ-HyUTThLCBzDEmEkZsmxA/s1600/1_135965140l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-4Dkj82PIIDdtZdBsbveqbGElGyZTIN1gvTD-vyUCA3VWIrivygllzc2-EDdeHm1SW7KCbu-dDGMXRhHw6rLNqkbf2l-W0ytXVtRvKIzoljkFdC_ihK11QZ-HyUTThLCBzDEmEkZsmxA/s400/1_135965140l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532255618246691122" /></a><br /><div></div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">At times I feel like im someone but im not..<br /></span></span></span></span></span><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">At times I feel as if the whole world is watching every breath I take, </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">every movement I make..<br />At times I feel lost..not knowing what to do next in life..<br />At times I feel dead inside, no good feelings, no emotion at all..<br />At times I wish I were someone else..<br />At times..I really try to see myself through other eyes, </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">but all I see is a fake a lie, im not as happy and care free as some may think..<br />At times I find myself thinking..<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I cry for the time that you were almost mine, </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); ">I cry for the memories I have left behind, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); ">I cry for the pain, the lost, the old the new, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); ">I cry for the times I thought I had you..</span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br />Well.. im going to make diz blog that gives off the total truth of me..</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">but since im lazy to write everyday on here and i dont care that i have no friends on here or anything..</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">this is like a place just for me to keep my feelings..well i dont have anything to say..</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div>Clayna Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943774064417244136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-884935516690041073.post-22837782080341557302009-02-25T19:10:00.023+08:002010-12-02T22:28:49.182+08:00diz is story of a gal<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEz0RfliaHjmJTQI0HLbImBw_6khnplfqZUS2U5adlBTf8p3qk6TlIQykvN1U2AamS_ctokkW1wNmVWFFJRwofw3LlZtItszlDyPnIFcAt-VstfHSb3Pj1_SxqVhE63JunH05quHo9UR0/s1600/n1211203710_30433418_8219367.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEz0RfliaHjmJTQI0HLbImBw_6khnplfqZUS2U5adlBTf8p3qk6TlIQykvN1U2AamS_ctokkW1wNmVWFFJRwofw3LlZtItszlDyPnIFcAt-VstfHSb3Pj1_SxqVhE63JunH05quHo9UR0/s400/n1211203710_30433418_8219367.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532258494697373602" /></a><br /><div></div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Well..I luv to laugh n I talk A LOT as talkative girl! I dont descriminate..<br />And dont mess with my frenza..Im can be such as a little crazy sumtimes..like to dream, luv musics rili much..addicted with chocolate..owez outing..window shopping n now on my way become a partime gamerz playerz as counter strike n dota..rili addict! ehee..i luv car n luv emo too..n im is cant control myself to take a picture!!..uwaa.. (:<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >As years goes by, i changed a lot..i learned to appreciate what ive been given..n i realized any fact facing us is not as important as our attitude towards it, for that determines our success or failure. The way you think about a fact may defeat you before you ever do anything about it. You are overcome by the fact because you think you are. Sometimes you've got to get hurt in order to grow,<br />Sometimes our visions seem clearer after our eyes are washed out with tears..<br />It's not what happens to you that determines how far you will go in life it is how you handle what happens to you.<br /><br />Don't dwell on what went wrong. Instead, focus on what to do next. Spend your energies on moving forward toward finding the answer.. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I always trust that everything happens for a reason, even when we're not wise enough to see</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" > it.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span><span><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><div><small><a href="http://www.musicdumper.com/" target="_blank"></a></small> </div></span></span></span></span></div>Clayna Chesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943774064417244136noreply@blogger.com2