<?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-3901303629776159280</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:39:49.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty's World :3</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a cat, I'm a kittycat~ I go maomaomaomaomaooo~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-4469370778528740737</id><published>2009-09-27T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:12:00.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YoU</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   Your thoart's so heavy...feels like a knot that won't stop tieing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   Your eyes give birth to tears...that won't stop falling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   It hurts so you bite your bottom lip...to keep from screaming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   You always moved from home to home...you thought it was over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   But the past comes to repeat itself...and they always choose you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   They love you...they hate you...you are thier teasure...you are thier pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   And no matter what you do...what you say...it'll all stay the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;  So into the dark corners of your mind you must go...to hide from demons that haunt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   You will laugh...you will cry...you will nod your head and smile...but it will always be there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   The guilt...the shame...the false hope...the surrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   You will stand your ground...And become the person you want to become...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   And they will jab and pick at everything you are...and belittle you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   Under the rug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   Never on the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   But you feel it...everytime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   Stay true to you...because one day...sadly...they will not be there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;   And all you will have is thier memory...and what you fought so hard to uptain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;  The person you are becoming is up to you...and you alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-4469370778528740737?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4469370778528740737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=4469370778528740737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/4469370778528740737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/4469370778528740737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/you.html' title='YoU'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-7499193725238456346</id><published>2009-05-10T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:13:14.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess we'll never know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SgZ-FUQ6KUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HAiz3uM1_2A/s1600-h/inyoureyes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334089438471006530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SgZ-FUQ6KUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HAiz3uM1_2A/s200/inyoureyes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh no don't say it&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you once thought of us being together&lt;br /&gt;When I think back now on all those times&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we could of been together&lt;br /&gt;We could of been the ones that made it&lt;br /&gt;The ones everyone talked about&lt;br /&gt;The ones everyone smiled at&lt;br /&gt;Then glared at from behind&lt;br /&gt;Because they knew they couldn't have this&lt;br /&gt;They knew no love could be truer&lt;br /&gt;But sitting here watching you now&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is wonder...&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts inside because I know&lt;br /&gt;Have you given me a chance...&lt;br /&gt;I could have made your whole world shine..&lt;br /&gt;But now baby, no&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll never know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-7499193725238456346?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7499193725238456346/comments/default' 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put myself there&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance, I let it go, releasing all my fear&lt;br /&gt;All the pressure and all the pain finally got to me&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you say I should&lt;br /&gt;But still you disagree&lt;br /&gt;You're wasting your time I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;And time is a valuable thing...&lt;br /&gt;Between paper and people&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to deal&lt;br /&gt;I'm loosing myself&lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to feel&lt;br /&gt;Crying in my head because&lt;br /&gt;The tears aren't worth it&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares in my bed because&lt;br /&gt;Reality doesn't try to fit&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything right&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good enough for a glance&lt;br /&gt;I want to get out of this life&lt;br /&gt;If only I had the chance&lt;br /&gt;If I had one&lt;br /&gt;Just one free pass&lt;br /&gt;I'd leave the damage behind&lt;br /&gt;Look forward instead of to the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-4126920046345103500?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4126920046345103500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=4126920046345103500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/4126920046345103500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/4126920046345103500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/05/failure.html' title='-Failure-'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SgO_XIx6X2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/mlZODwgxnhg/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-8108471604227569913</id><published>2009-05-07T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:37:28.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SgO28Hx3GHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SpOmJnslLjg/s1600-h/about+to.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333307527733385330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SgO28Hx3GHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SpOmJnslLjg/s200/about+to.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't keep up&lt;br /&gt;I'm running...running...&lt;br /&gt;But it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;My mind isn't quick enough&lt;br /&gt;My body can not react&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying...trying...&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never be on track&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in my work&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in at home&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worst of all&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in my passion&lt;br /&gt;In what makes me; me&lt;br /&gt;In the things I love to do that most&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen behind&lt;br /&gt;Trapped forever in a maze of college work and role play drawings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-8108471604227569913?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SgO28Hx3GHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SpOmJnslLjg/s72-c/about+to.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-5784493347086997388</id><published>2009-05-07T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:24:18.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not what I thought it'd be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SgOz2pkhe7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Wg9j756C2dI/s1600-h/spin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333304135190150066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SgOz2pkhe7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Wg9j756C2dI/s200/spin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Everyone is dressed&lt;br /&gt;In silk and in leather&lt;br /&gt;They whisper jokes in each others ears&lt;br /&gt;As the limo comes around the corner&lt;br /&gt;I stand there watching with my metro card in hand&lt;br /&gt;My 20 dollar dress sinking&lt;br /&gt;In a puddle where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Happy couples cling so close&lt;br /&gt;I think back of his face&lt;br /&gt;And of the time when we first met&lt;br /&gt;The same school, the same place&lt;br /&gt;I will walk inside a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;Holding the wrong hand...&lt;br /&gt;And as the music starts...&lt;br /&gt;I can slowly feel myself fall apart&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't suppose to be this way&lt;br /&gt;But then again who thought it would&lt;br /&gt;I missed my chance a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I'd take it back if I could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-5784493347086997388?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5784493347086997388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=5784493347086997388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/5784493347086997388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/5784493347086997388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-what-i-thought-itd-be.html' title='Not what I thought it&apos;d be...'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SgOz2pkhe7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Wg9j756C2dI/s72-c/spin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-8564496476248809648</id><published>2009-05-07T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:09:36.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not as good~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not as good.&lt;br /&gt;When you don't notice me...&lt;br /&gt;And everyone notices you...&lt;br /&gt;When all the times I think back&lt;br /&gt;Of when I was good&lt;br /&gt;Those smiles I planted on people's faces&lt;br /&gt;Just wasn't as good&lt;br /&gt;As the smiles you create&lt;br /&gt;The lives that you reshape&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I think&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just give in&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a sign from the heavens&lt;br /&gt;That I just can't win...&lt;br /&gt;In everything I do&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not that good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-8564496476248809648?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8564496476248809648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=8564496476248809648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8564496476248809648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8564496476248809648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-as-good.html' title='Not as good~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-2006523899874423046</id><published>2009-05-07T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:02:17.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction~</title><content type='html'>*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Normally, the main character tells a story. And nine times out of ten the main character happens to be the leader. But I am neither the main character nor the leader. My name is Koneko Shizune. The main character is...you guessed it; Nami. The leader just so happens to be Yakuza. Thing is neither of them are telling this story; I am. Every story has a point of view and this story will be from mine. But every story is also just a piece of a very large and similar story we all share. I met a lot of amazing people. People that changed my life. This story isn’t just my story but is theirs. By telling my story I must tell you theirs. I must tell you ours.    After our first meeting I followed them back to Nami’s village. It was called Kotaki. I never was there before. I trailed behind because I was new. But Nami and her strange cat stayed by me. From the start Yakuza and I didn’t seem to get along. It was funny too because I thought Chitose and I wouldn’t get along and Yakuza and I would. It was the exact opposite. I noticed that happened to me a lot. Kuzi was very shy when we were all fighting but outside of battle he was very cheerful like Nami. He was tan unlike the others, which was unique.     When we got to the shrine we were told the story of the prophecy. And how the last elemental priestess must travel across the land and fight the spirits of all the elemental priestess before her. Nami would have to do this in order to gain enough power to defeat the Warlord. Or…in other words…her brother. Apparently, Nami’s brother went crazy and killed everyone in their village. No one knows what happened but the story goes that since Nami and her brother are the last of their kind they spilt the last of their people’s power. If one kills the other then the one remaining will gain full control of all of their people’s power. The Warlord wishes to flood the entire planet with this power. I still don’t understand why he waited till now to try and kill Nami but I guess we never will really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chapter One:  Forest Fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-2006523899874423046?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2006523899874423046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=2006523899874423046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/2006523899874423046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/2006523899874423046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/05/introduction.html' title='Introduction~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-6973054110865028337</id><published>2009-05-07T21:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:01:37.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue; page seven</title><content type='html'>Chitose groaned from under him. Yakuza looked down at her. His eyes dazed off a bit. She opened her eyes and saw his blurry figure come to. Her cheeks burned up as she yelped. Yakuza fell off to the side at the loud high pitch sound she made. Both Nami and Kuzi shook their heads.   “I will avenge her death...by killing someone close to him...” she raised her dagger.   “N-no!” Kuzi shouted.  Yakuza and Chitose sat up from Kuzi’s loud shout but it was too late.  Nami smiled softly. This caused the girl to flinch.   “If you kill me...you’ll be doing my brother a favor.”  The girl’s eyes widened. What is this? She couldn’t bring herself to pull the blade down, “What are you talking about...”   “My brother wants me dead. That’s why these people are protecting me. Once he kills me he’ll get my powers.” Nami replied with cheerful eyes as if explaining how sweet a fruit tasted.    “I see...”  Everyone watched as the girl lowered her dagger. She put it behind her letting it be held by large bow. She turned to Nami and bent down to her. Kuzi and the others blinked as the girl took Nami’s hand. Nami blinked.   “Then I shall protect you....as well.”  Yakuza stood up helping a bewildered Chitose to her feet. Kuzi smiled warmly, I knew she wan’t evil...   “Really? My name is Nami!”  The girl smiled. It was the first time she seemed normal, “And mine is Koneko.”   Chitose walked over to her as she stood up, “So...Koneko was it?”   “Yeah.”   “Welcome to the team.”  Kuzi nodded, “Yeah.”  Yakuza just scoffed.   Nami smiled looking at her two new friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-6973054110865028337?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6973054110865028337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=6973054110865028337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/6973054110865028337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/6973054110865028337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/05/prologue-page-seven.html' title='Prologue; page seven'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-5496109914475460667</id><published>2009-05-07T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:00:47.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue; page six</title><content type='html'>“I beg your pardon?” Yakuza asked half mocking half serious.  Chitose didn’t wait any longer. She ran towards the girl passing Yakuza. Yakuza glanced at her as she passed him. Before reaching the girl she punched the ground. Once her fist hit the soft earth the ground under them cracked. The crack traveled quickly under the girl until the ground under her broke. The girl closed her eyes as she flipped up into the air. She landed behind the girl who spun around to punch. The girl moved slightly side-to-side dodging Chitose. Once Kuzi noticed the girl get ready to hit back he took out his katana. His hands shook a bit as he ran towards the girl. The girl’s eyes glimpsed at him as she jumped over his attack. Kuzi knew what was about to happen but it was happening too fast for him to stop it. He closed his eyes in fear of watching himself hurt Chitose. When he opened his eyes Chitose’s eyes were wide. But next to her was Yakuza who blocked Kuzi’s katana blade with his heavy sword. The girl smirked, now she was the one who was amused. Yakuza glared at what Kuzi thought was him but in actuality it was the girl behind him. Yakuza pulled away and stepped to the side of Kuzi. He blocked again as the girl tried attacking with her dagger. She smirked again playfully flipping off Yakuza’s blade. In the air she chanted something in a strange language as bits of fire fell off her large bow. The fire soon turned into many fire pixies. The fire pixies shoot out at them. Yakuza readied his weapon. Suddenly water shot out from behind them and poured over the flaming fairies.    Yakuza slowly turned around to see the girl he was suppose to protect standing up now. So it is true. She is an elemental priestess...the last one. Nami looked at the girl as her cat jumped on her shoulders. The girl cracked her neck and got ready. Chitose and Kuzi both stared at Nami. They never saw Nami use her powers before. The water from the lake was suddenly dancing around Nami’s young body. It seemed so alive more alive then anything else.   “Why are you hurting my friends?” That’s when Nami noticed Yakuza. She blushed at the sight of him. He was drop dead gorgeous.   “Lady Nami—” Chitose began to whisper.   “So...you’re the Warlord’s little sister...” the girl paused walking over to her.    “Don’t you touch her!” Chitose screamed running towards her.  The girl’s eyes flashed red. Yakuza noticed this and ran over to Chitose grabbing her as a red barrier emerged from the girl’s body. Thud. Yakuza fell on top of Chitose. Kuzi blinked at the sight of the two of them.     The girl stopped in front of Nami, “Your brother...” her eyes narrowed, “Killed my sensei.”    Nami looked at the girl. Kuzi looked away; knowing all too well how many people the warlord had killed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-5496109914475460667?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5496109914475460667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=5496109914475460667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/5496109914475460667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/5496109914475460667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/05/prologue-page-six.html' title='Prologue; page six'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-225067058369836289</id><published>2009-05-07T20:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:00:13.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue; page five</title><content type='html'>nine. She was walking around the forest with a monk. They were watering the flowers so it must have been around springtime. Chitose noticed something small wash ashore. When she ran over she couldn’t believe what she had seen. It was a baby. The water had given birth to a beautiful girl who Chitose named; Nami. The monk knew the moment he laid eyes on her what she was. An elemental priestess. The water priestess. And she was the last of her kind. The prophecy was finally coming true. Of course at that time Chitose had no idea of any prophecy or elemental priestess’, all she saw was a tiny baby she could have as a sister.       In the distance Nami could be seen lying on the beach shore. The small black cat was meowing at her as if asking her to get up. Standing in front of Nami’s limb body was a dark shapely figure. She was grown, late teens maybe early twenties. Yakuza and the others stopped running once the girl came into sight. Yakuza studied the girl quickly. She was definitely a nin. She also wasn’t a noob and had a few weapons on her. Chitose was the only one who glared at the girl as Kuzi just stood there. Yakuza reached up slowly gripping down on the handle of the heavy sword that rested on his back. He threw his hand down aiming the large sword at the girl. When she turned to face them there was a white cat mask on her face. This caused them to flinch a bit. Yakuza, however, didn’t move a muscle. His eyes focused on the girl. Narrowing them he left a sharp gust of wind as the girl dashed forward. Chitose and Kuzi backed up, S-she’s so fast...! Yakuza seemed amused. He slashed down as the girl’s blurry figure reappeared. She was ducked down under the large blade blocking it with her not so large dagger. Yakuza smirked at the girl’s strength. Rotating her body around she left her blade behind as Yakuza’s grip fell forward and she spin kicked him back. Yakuza stumbled back. Shaking it off he aimed his sword once more.   “Hehe...”  The girl’s chuckled echoed in their ears. With the mask on her face it was hard to tell who she was looking at. So it felt like she was looking at each of them individually but at the same time. Kuzi wondered if that was the purpose of the mask. Not only to hide the identity of the girl but to give off a sense of manipulation. They watched as the girl’s smooth hand reached her mask. She pulled it off slowly revealing her beautiful face. Her silver eyes caught Yakuza’s attention. Kuzi winced from the girl’s beauty. How could something so beautiful be so evil? Kuzi shook his head. She can’t be evil...Chitose looked at the boys then at the girl. She took off her white gloves and put on her black ones. Kuzi snapped out of his train of thought and turned to her. He knew what that meant.    “I will kill this girl...” Her words hit the three of them like a knife...or a dagger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-225067058369836289?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/225067058369836289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=225067058369836289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/225067058369836289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/225067058369836289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/05/prologue-page-five.html' title='Prologue; page five'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-1290259799535484425</id><published>2009-05-07T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:59:39.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue; page four</title><content type='html'>“Come, meet Lady Nami first.”  “Whatever...” The monk led Yakuza to Nami’s room. Chitose walked behind them keeping a close eye on Yakuza. She didn’t trust him. She watched over Lady Nami all this time. She protected her and raised her. She cared about Lady Nami and Yakuza seemed to care less. This was probably just another job for him. Looking at him Chitose could swear she’d seen him somewhere before. Her eyes widen as it suddenly hit her. A Bounty Hunter...Her eye lids lower, Why would they ask a Bounty Hunter to protect Lady Nami...Her thoughts swirled in her mind as they walked up the stairs to Lady Nami’s room. She didn’t even notice Kuzi pass her in a hurry.    “What is this? Am I going to be her baby sitter too?”   Snapping out of her thoughts Chitose ran over to Lady Nami’s room. Empty. Shit. Yakuza turned to the guards, “And where were you guys when she ran off?”  Among the guards was Akamuro Kuzi. He was the only tan person in the village. He wore the proper guard uniform but unlike the other guards he held a katana at his hip. His hair was dark brown and covered most of his face. His eyes were indigo blue and always seemed dazing off. Yakuza turned to Kuzi and asked again. Kuzi didn’t look interested at all and didn’t answer Yakuza either. Then Chitose asked and Kuzi replied.   “We just heard the news from a monk. We sent most of the guards to go look for her.”   “You answer to her eh...” mumbled an annoyed Yakuza.   “Alright,” Chitose seemed determined, “You remaining monks search the houses in the villages, the guards take the forest—”   “Where did you find her...”   “Excuse me?”  Yakuza took out the clippy and stuck it in his mouth, “She’s an elemental priestess correct? You had to of found her somewhere...”   “She was sent by the gods...she is the last elemental priestess to exse— ” the monk began but Yakuza only cut right in again.   “Alright, so where did the gods send her for you to find her.”   “The lake...”  Kuzi turned to Chitose who only repeated herself before running out of the shrine. The old monk tried to stop her but she was already gone. Yakuza smirked as he lit his clippy and chased after her. Kuzi wasn’t far behind Yakuza at this point. The three of them ran quickly through the forest and towards the lake. Chitose remembered the first time she saw Lady Nami. She was around eight or&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-1290259799535484425?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1290259799535484425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=1290259799535484425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1290259799535484425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1290259799535484425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/05/prologue-page-four.html' title='Prologue; page four'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-8694370743556317302</id><published>2009-05-07T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:58:59.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue; page three</title><content type='html'>young lady rushed to the monks side. Yakuza glanced at her for a moment then continued walking. She was around nineteen. Her light lavender hair was up in two straight pigtails. Her royal blue eyes were soft as she asked if the monk was okay. She was wearing a dark lavender, off the shoulders top with tight black long shorts. Yakuza noticed she wore white fighter gloves with matching fighter boots. She stood from the monk and turned to him. Her face puffed up. Yakuza rolled his eyes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes.    “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?”  She was lovely until she opened her mouth. Yakuza closed his eyes and opened them looking at her, “You done?”   She was pissed now. He smiled as if he was enjoying it.  “This is a holy place!’ she shouted as she smacked the cigarette out of his hand.     “Well...” he paused as he got out another cigarette and lit it, “I’m not religious.”   “And what’s that got to do with anything!?”  He inhaled the sweet smoke and smirked looking at the loud girl, “So I can smoke in here all I want.”   She rolled up her sleeves, “That’s it—!”  “Ma am’ Chitose.”  An older monk spoke up walking towards them. Yakuza raised his eyebrow. The old monk was more then old he was ancient. Yakuza was surprised the man could still walk. He turned to Chitose and put a hand on her shoulder. She eased up quickly and stepped away from Yakuza. He put out his cigarette on the wall, which drove Chitose mad. He smiled again. She just wanted to wipe his stupid smile off his stupid face. The man took off his hood. His eyes were closed the entire time.   “Are you the one who sent me the letter of protection?”   The girl looked puzzled at this point.   “I did.” “So where is the girl?” Chitose blinked, “You mean Lady Nami?” Yakuza shrugged then nodded.  “But...” Chitose turned to the elderly monk, “I’m Lady Nami’s body guard.”  The monk patted her head, “I know that, Chitose. But things are more complex then your young mind knows. We need a lot more protection if Nami’s going to defeat the Warlord.”  Yakuza folded his arms over his chest, “Defeat the Warlord...? I said I’d protect her not go after the most powerful man who just so happens to rule over us.”  Chitose rolled her eyes at Yakuza’s ignorance, “The Warlord is Lady Nami’s older brother you fool.”  He had to admit that did catch him off-guard, “So?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-8694370743556317302?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8694370743556317302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=8694370743556317302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8694370743556317302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8694370743556317302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/05/prologue-page-three.html' title='Prologue; page three'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-1173985048946291991</id><published>2009-05-07T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:58:18.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue page two</title><content type='html'>“Now why would any monk send a letter of protection to a Bounty Hunter...” Yakuza shook his head…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Crumbing up the paper; he lit his cigarette. Once he inhaled the rain began to fall down. His faded blue eyes glanced at the sky. Great time to light a cigarette...He shook his head and threw the useless nicotine into a puddle. His ink black boots stepped directly where the cigarette had landed as he walked towards the old shrine. He put his hands in his pockets. His snow white hair didn’t seem to get any darker once wet as most hair did. He wore all black at all times. As if mourning his own life. The only color on this man was the necklace he wore around his neck. It was silver. And it was always holding the ashes of his dead sister. Yakuza was once a bodyguard and wondered if the monks knew. After his sister’s death he stopped protecting people. Now at the age of twenty-one Yakuza was a well known Bounty Hunter. With a heavy sword on his back, a katana at his side, and two handguns in each boot...Yakuza was a deadly opponent.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Moments before Yakuza arrived, a small black cat circled around a seemly empty room. Pop! Nami suddenly appeared out of nowhere and glomped the tiny cat. His name was Shiro, which was an odd name for an all black cat. He was her pet and Nami loved him. From outside the monks could hear the racket coming from Nami’s bedroom. The youngest monk was sent to see if the young priestess was all right. But when he opened the door no one was there. A slight breeze came passed the youngest monk as it became clear the window was wide open. Another monk stormed in and shook his head in frustration.    “Not again...”    Nami was known for running away when it was least convenient. Her med-length light aura hair was up in a tiny ponytail. It was held up with a large blue bow. Her outfit was a skintight blue body suit that was held by a very large darker blue bow. Her feet were bare with toeless blue socks and matching fingerless blue gloves on her hands. Her little legs ran as fast as they could as she held Shiro in her arms. She smiled to herself before letting out a strange laugh.     “The great Tsunami will not be silenced!”&lt;br /&gt;    Yakuza opened the doors to the shrine. He walked in as if he owned the place. The monk at the front door tried to stop him from going any further but Yakuza walked right passed him as if he wasn’t there. Sensing something was wrong, a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-1173985048946291991?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1173985048946291991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=1173985048946291991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1173985048946291991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1173985048946291991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/05/prologue-page-two.html' title='Prologue page two'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-587495323226824534</id><published>2009-05-07T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:55:41.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Priestess and the Chi; Prologue</title><content type='html'>“The Priestess and the Chi”                                                 by Kitty ((Sonya M.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Prologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Her skin felt smooth as she dragged her black net stockings across her long legs. She glanced into the mirror before putting on her blush pink ninja boots. Her eyes then narrowed. How long has it been since her silver blank eyes came across her sensei’s deep red ones? How long has it been since she heard the news that the woman she once knew was murdered. And now an honorable kunochi such as herself must run away and never return. Why? Simply put, because the murder was pin pointed on her. Did she do it? Of course not. However, that wasn’t for young Koneko to decide. She had just turned seventeen last year. Soon she’d become a woman. She must let go of these pathetic schoolgirl ways. She must become more then a shinobi if she was going to survive…if she was going to avenge her sensei’s death. Staring deep into the mirror, eyes glazed over, she thought of the name of the man who killed her sensei...    “Mizuko...”     Koneko pulled her long bubble gum pink hair up in a pony tail ((using the very ribbon her father gave to her)) and turned to walk out of her hideaway. She still wore her clan’s outfit. It was a female’s ninja get up; a short white ninja yakata with a gigantic blush pink bow holding it all together that clung to her busty figure. Koneko blew a loose piece of her hair away from her face. Just then, the door exploded open. Her attention now at the smoke filling the room from the blast. A smirk arose from Koneko’s interested face. They’re here she thought…again…Cracking her neck she prepared herself for another deadly fight.&lt;br /&gt;    A few miles south Yukan Yakuza wondered aimlessly. The village he was in was known as, Kotaki and he was looking for the Kotaki Shrine. In it was suppose to be a child named Nami. This so-called Nami, happened to be the girl Yakuza was suppose to be protecting. As of this moment the reasons of her protection were unknown to him. He looked at the paper sent to him a second time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-587495323226824534?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/587495323226824534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=587495323226824534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/587495323226824534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/587495323226824534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/05/priestess-and-chi-prologue.html' title='The Priestess and the Chi; Prologue'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-8162169777606739063</id><published>2009-02-08T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:11:24.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an [it-de-it]</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...OH...MY...GOD...what an idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I don't mean one plus one equals three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I mean Hey ma what's your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I've only been in your class all year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why can't you leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;All up in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The kind that won't go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The kind you got at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Like how do we breathe the same air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Always on the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Makes a mess where ever they go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Can't remember you hate their guts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Makes ya wanna shot yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The type who can't take a hint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;IDIOT IDIOT IDIOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A big hint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Idiot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-8162169777606739063?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8162169777606739063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    Alice please listen to me and listen to me well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    You think this place is wonderful Alice, but this place is hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    Don't you know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    Chasing rabbits is for the young...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    and Alice you had your fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Time to see life as it is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Your fantasy world won't help you, help you from growing up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    Oh Alice, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    Please don't you fade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Though you're wonderland is gone,   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   honey it'll be back again some day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Alice life will be well you'll see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   But life will just pass you by if you keep living in your dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Don't you know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   There's no such thing as purple fur...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   and cats can't talk in a place like this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Time to see life as it is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Your fantasy world won't help you, help you from growing up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Oh Alice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Please look away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Life has treated me bad but for you there's this I'll say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Don't ever loose hope Alice, as I once did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Stay true to your fantasies only if they stay true to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   And maybe one day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   you can take me to it too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Don't you know?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Don't you know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   You're late and Alice it is an important date...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   to see life as it is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Times have change and you have grown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  So your fantasy world can be all your own. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   And, chasing rabbits is for the young...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   and Alice you had your fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Time to see life as it is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Your fantasy world won't help you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  And There's no such thing as purple fur...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  and cats can't talk in a place like this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Time to see life as it is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Your fantasy world won't help you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  but now you have grown up&lt;/em&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/3901303629776159280-6329151801578078328?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6329151801578078328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=6329151801578078328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/6329151801578078328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/6329151801578078328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/02/alice-in-nightmare-land.html' title='~Alice in Nightmare Land~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-6204215352838984802</id><published>2009-02-05T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:51:26.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Just oNe of those days-</title><content type='html'>~It's just been one of those days. You know? When everything goes wrong. When you get out of bed late with a head ache. And guess what? You also woke up late. You rush to get out of the house but keep on forgetting things. Only to wait...twenty minutes...for your ride. Guess what, yeah he's late. You walk outside and the first thing you do is bust your ass on a street of ice in front of that car that looks oh so nice. Because he has money that guess what you don't. And it pissed you off more today because well, today just isn't your day. A day when dropping a pencil pisses you off. And the classroom just echos...echos nonsense and words. It's just one of those days where you wished you never woke up. A day where robbers breaking in at night and knocking you into a coma sounded nice. A day where you could, just for one day, become the devil and make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suicidal&lt;/span&gt; legal...because hey if you're that depressed then I'll give you the push. And maybe, it'll make me feel good. And you can call me crazy...just not today. Cause, though it may be true...you don't wanna push me the wrong way. I'm not a horrible person...it's just one of those fucking days...~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-6204215352838984802?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6204215352838984802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=6204215352838984802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/6204215352838984802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/6204215352838984802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='-Just oNe of those days-'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-6549082339873941596</id><published>2009-01-22T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:46:19.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Why I RP~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* To get away from it all&lt;br /&gt;* To enhance my imagination&lt;br /&gt;* Because I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;* Because rp is better than rl (xD)&lt;br /&gt;* Because when you can't control your life at least you can control theirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It's a good way to relieve stress&lt;br /&gt;* Helps you think out side the box&lt;br /&gt;* You have more hope or less hope afterwards&lt;br /&gt;* Helps you understand things you can't explain&lt;br /&gt;* Your charrie can't betray you unless you make them (xD)&lt;br /&gt;* You get to LOL&lt;br /&gt;* Scream&lt;br /&gt;* And cry&lt;br /&gt;* You decide when it ends&lt;br /&gt;* You're in control&lt;br /&gt;* Cliff hangers keep you begging for more&lt;br /&gt;* Plot twists get you wtf-ing&lt;br /&gt;* Good way to stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;* Makes you feel like a loser and proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am...:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-6549082339873941596?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6549082339873941596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=6549082339873941596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/6549082339873941596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/6549082339873941596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-i-rp.html' title='~Why I RP~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-8863613321626298165</id><published>2009-01-22T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:30:19.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins; Envy&amp;Pity</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; My lip moves to the left in jealousy&lt;br /&gt; She may have that title but...&lt;br /&gt; Chick can never be me&lt;br /&gt; Sure your name's in her status&lt;br /&gt; And maybe you met her through your friend&lt;br /&gt; But you and me got history&lt;br /&gt; And that you can't pretend&lt;br /&gt; It happens all the time in movies&lt;br /&gt; In TV shows and in books&lt;br /&gt; The main character loves her best friend&lt;br /&gt; But her best friend never looks&lt;br /&gt; And maybe at the end they finally get together&lt;br /&gt; But that's why they call it a movie&lt;br /&gt; For us there is no happily ever after&lt;br /&gt; That's alright because one day&lt;br /&gt; One day you'll see&lt;br /&gt; Though she has your heart&lt;br /&gt; You'll wish you gave it to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-8863613321626298165?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8863613321626298165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=8863613321626298165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8863613321626298165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8863613321626298165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/01/twins-envy.html' title='Twins; Envy&amp;Pity'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-1157693370856949792</id><published>2009-01-21T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:05:09.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Obama,</title><content type='html'>People crowding in the streets&lt;br /&gt;  From all over they come to hear your word&lt;br /&gt;  I may not have been on that block&lt;br /&gt;  Or stood by those steps&lt;br /&gt;  But I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I was there when the thought first came about&lt;br /&gt;  I was there when people around were full of doubt&lt;br /&gt;  I was there when suddenly a glimpse of hope was born&lt;br /&gt;  I was there when the people of the world didn't feel so scorn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's been a long journey&lt;br /&gt;  And much more ahead&lt;br /&gt;  Though I can't say I shook your hand&lt;br /&gt;  Or cheered for you in those streets&lt;br /&gt;  I was there, and I'm glad I was a witness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-1157693370856949792?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1157693370856949792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=1157693370856949792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1157693370856949792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1157693370856949792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-obama.html' title='Dear Obama,'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-7388576542159484228</id><published>2009-01-15T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:01:04.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~That {fateful} night~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;New culture and new land, sometimes it's hard to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;   But if we think back we wouldn't change a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;   On that fateful night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;   We kept messing up but we still kept trying~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;   Oh, hoho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  We'll go the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  We'll make it passed the horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  And save mankind's existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  With each step that we take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  And every evil we remake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  We'll never forget and always remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  That fateful night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  Mmhmm...sometimes it's hard, but with friends like us who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we might just save the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Always staying strong No matter what happens we have to move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We'll go the distance&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it passed the horizon&lt;br /&gt;And save mankind's existence&lt;br /&gt;With each step that we take&lt;br /&gt;And every evil we remake&lt;br /&gt;We'll never forget and always remember&lt;br /&gt;That fateful night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Never let go of your dreams the future is cruel but not what it seems. Miles might come between us, time and everything in between...But without you...without you...there is no me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go the distance&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it passed the horizon&lt;br /&gt;And save mankind's existence&lt;br /&gt;With each step that we take&lt;br /&gt;And every evil we remake&lt;br /&gt;We'll never forget and always remember&lt;br /&gt;...That...fateful...night---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-7388576542159484228?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7388576542159484228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=7388576542159484228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/7388576542159484228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/7388576542159484228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-fateful-night.html' title='~That {fateful} night~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-8212983139241175432</id><published>2009-01-15T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:33:26.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Remember~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SW-pXOApvoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oMczZyzMmc8/s1600-h/sadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291634303546539650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SW-pXOApvoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oMczZyzMmc8/s320/sadness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Don't forget me I beg&lt;br /&gt;My knees bloody on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I try my hardest, my hardest&lt;br /&gt;But my hardest is yet to be found&lt;br /&gt;Do you recognize that face?&lt;br /&gt;Can you see tears through the rain I put myself in?&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of this place.&lt;br /&gt;But please remember me...&lt;br /&gt;I am dirty and cold...hurt and forsaken&lt;br /&gt;I am lost and sold...forgotten and mistaken&lt;br /&gt;My existence left to the dark&lt;br /&gt;The back of the class I stay&lt;br /&gt;Even if you see me smile the light she will fade&lt;br /&gt;I will hug you, love you, be your friend&lt;br /&gt;But still you will not see&lt;br /&gt;What's become of me&lt;br /&gt;And maybe one day when you look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not dead my spirit will still haunt&lt;br /&gt;Left in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Now you remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-8212983139241175432?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8212983139241175432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=8212983139241175432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8212983139241175432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8212983139241175432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember.html' title='~Remember~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SW-pXOApvoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oMczZyzMmc8/s72-c/sadness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-8393051689127525208</id><published>2009-01-14T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:26:40.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Without Reason~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without reason I ask you to follow me and you listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And whenever I'm alone in the dark you glisten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And sometimes when I forget who I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're still there again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So tell me friend,...why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No matter what the scenario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You stay by my side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A thousand steps could be taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A million lives can be slain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But If I ask you to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You'll never look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without you I'm less than what I claim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without you I may go insane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without you, my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nothing makes sense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and everything is plain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-8393051689127525208?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8393051689127525208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=8393051689127525208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8393051689127525208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8393051689127525208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/01/without-reason.html' title='~Without Reason~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-8855000039309768154</id><published>2009-01-14T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:30:01.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A {mutt} till I die</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Puerto Rican in me died when mi abuleo got shot&lt;br /&gt;now it hard for me to say "hola"&lt;br /&gt;And living with my mom was too much of a reality for me&lt;br /&gt;so I had to go live with mi abuela&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I should just go back to the projects because everywhere else&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like a reject&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not in school I'm at home isolated I just don't wanna look out my window&lt;br /&gt;cause it makes me feel constipated...&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm trapped in a mixture of cultures and I don't know which one should be let out.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing names like spic and cracker.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a moment in my life when I feel like either.&lt;br /&gt;Because who you are at heart may not be who you are at home.&lt;br /&gt;And home may not be home but a house.&lt;br /&gt;And you're waiting to move. I love you all but see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be myself.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get out of this doubt.&lt;br /&gt;At heart I am mutt because no one can label me&lt;br /&gt;I don't give them that control&lt;br /&gt;And it pisses them off because the don't got a hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm tired of living a lie...so like it or not&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mutt till I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-8855000039309768154?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8855000039309768154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=8855000039309768154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8855000039309768154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8855000039309768154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/01/puerto-rican-in-me-died-when-mi-abuleo.html' title='A {mutt} till I die'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-2031181566577289490</id><published>2009-01-13T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:39:46.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SW0bGksUd1I/AAAAAAAAABw/1P5IaKVBfWI/s1600-h/night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290914936972932946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SW0bGksUd1I/AAAAAAAAABw/1P5IaKVBfWI/s320/night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sometimes at night I wonder why even devils are able to fly...&lt;br /&gt;Why, twisted souls lurk the shadows of the night and&lt;br /&gt;only the broken hearted are able to say everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;How the color of blood is no longer a crisom red but the brightest green.&lt;br /&gt;Green like the tallest tree or the most corrupt dollar.&lt;br /&gt;Because every step I take on this world brings me closer and closer to a martyr.&lt;br /&gt;Why bother?&lt;br /&gt;When God's name always becomes a war.&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams a little girl sleeps on...become; numb.&lt;br /&gt;When asking for change is like asking for the death penalty.&lt;br /&gt;And you think to yourself maybe it's up to me.&lt;br /&gt;Up to me to take the stand and fight.&lt;br /&gt;Up to me to make the darkness light...and...&lt;br /&gt;change the world as we see it.&lt;br /&gt;Because if you can't take that step you can dream it.&lt;br /&gt;And if you dream one day you could go into a coma.&lt;br /&gt;Never having to wake might change the world over....At least in your mind...&lt;br /&gt;Time can fly but that would be a waste.&lt;br /&gt;Like helping the devil (Old testament) hold open hell's gates.&lt;br /&gt;Wait...take a step back. Retrack.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe devils can't fly.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're the one's that give them wings.&lt;br /&gt;Fill our lives with things.&lt;br /&gt;Things the devil himself made with bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Saying; "Oh here you go pal, just don't tell God about this."&lt;br /&gt;And with a wink you take it.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you make it...but one day you realize at night.&lt;br /&gt;That yours wishes...they just died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-2031181566577289490?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2031181566577289490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=2031181566577289490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/2031181566577289490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/2031181566577289490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-night-wishes-not-finished.html' title='Late night wishes'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SW0bGksUd1I/AAAAAAAAABw/1P5IaKVBfWI/s72-c/night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-4835303377006633516</id><published>2009-01-12T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:12:51.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-The color of {hope} is green-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;   Green, green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; grasses surrounded by the tallest crystals of our world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   Man kind made beauty scorn between its own guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   What have you done? The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt; trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; whisper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   Im sorry...I whisper back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   But can I say such words when it is I that dropped that &lt;em&gt;plasticwaste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;mother nature's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; bosom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   Why are my eyes allowed to see such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   and my hands able to cause such disgrace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   Warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt; sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; lighting up my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   Cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; against the glass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   Red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; in front... as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; bloom beside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   But the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; around isn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;soil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt; beneath is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt; brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   The only color seen is a fading glimpse of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;   only we can make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-4835303377006633516?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4835303377006633516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-8982880583440337515</id><published>2009-01-12T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:20:07.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-skulls-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  Skulls, skulls in my closest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  Dead bodies gone to waste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  Left alone in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  You'll lose yourself in that mask...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  Change your ways now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  After you bury those skulls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  No one can know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  Because no one will understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  Skulls, skulls in my closest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  Dead bodies now where they should be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  In the darkest of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  The dirt never looked so red...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&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/3901303629776159280-8982880583440337515?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8982880583440337515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=8982880583440337515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8982880583440337515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8982880583440337515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/01/skulls.html' title='-skulls-'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-7459854838085521874</id><published>2009-01-05T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:24:06.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget you~</title><content type='html'>      I know you care less&lt;div&gt;      So why should I care more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      It's not the same...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Because I'm not really in that picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Because you're in that doorway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      But you are not my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Not anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Because looking at you shows no connection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Funny thing is you have no idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      You realize nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      And why should you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      This is not to a lover of the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      But to a lover of the bond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      A bond that bends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      A bond that turns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     But a bond that can never be broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I got your back whether or not you really have mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Words are just words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    And actions can just be played...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    I look for feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    And feeling isn't seen in one way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    So there's no where for you to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Your eyes may not shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Your smile may crack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    But you will always remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    And that's what pisses you off the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    So you keep me lingering on to this bond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Because you {need} to feel better about yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    And who better than me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Huh?...who better than me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&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/3901303629776159280-7459854838085521874?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7459854838085521874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=7459854838085521874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/7459854838085521874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/7459854838085521874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2009/01/forget-you.html' title='Forget you~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-9148100824604958999</id><published>2008-12-25T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:58:28.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not leaving~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;                                                "Not Leaving"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I won't be caught up in socity           Talking about all the things you'll do for me             All I gotta do is leave my home country                Drop my culture and travel across the sea                   Say good-bye to mama and daddy                       Because if you leave your culture you're leaving your family                          And this is what you're meant to be                             A number no matter where you go                                     so why not be a number, in your own home?&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/3901303629776159280-9148100824604958999?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/9148100824604958999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=9148100824604958999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/9148100824604958999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/9148100824604958999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-leaving.html' title='Not leaving~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-4472367278523806030</id><published>2008-12-21T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:36:07.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~depressed~ Not anymore though ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SU7P6DeNMpI/AAAAAAAAABo/mBMnI-B5oBA/s1600-h/anime_girl_fav20486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282388009223533202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SU7P6DeNMpI/AAAAAAAAABo/mBMnI-B5oBA/s320/anime_girl_fav20486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wish I could say I let my heart win in this case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though there was joy...I was left with was disgrace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It got to the point where I couldn't trust myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anger and hate became something I dealt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Left alone...all these questions left to linger in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Warm hugs in the morning and kisses at night...but left alone always in my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I smiled everyday for all to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maybe if I can fool everyone else then I could even fool me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perhaps you may say that I am distressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But this is just how I feel when I am depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-4472367278523806030?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SU7P6DeNMpI/AAAAAAAAABo/mBMnI-B5oBA/s72-c/anime_girl_fav20486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-2762997489731738656</id><published>2008-12-18T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:10:43.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANANA CREAM PIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Yesterday I had banana cream pie for the first time. OMG. It was amazing and to top it all off it was home made by mi grandma :3 Holy crappies can that woman cook/bake! AND for dinner I had taco saland @_____@ I am a lucky child. ^_^ Now...all I can smell is banana cream pie &gt;@-@&lt;&gt;&gt;...I'll stop now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-2762997489731738656?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2762997489731738656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=2762997489731738656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/2762997489731738656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/2762997489731738656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/12/banana-cream-pie.html' title='BANANA CREAM PIE'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-7984929831616447694</id><published>2008-11-17T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:57:01.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Later~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;~You wouldn't know a gift if it bit you in the ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;     You want my forgiveness bitch well I'll see you at mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;     Toss and turn shout and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;     I'll just smile and wave as I say good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;     You finallly notice, a little late maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;     Did you think I was stupid and let you play me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;     Bitch, I did it to catch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;     Now who you gonna go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;     You're outa options now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;     And forgiveness I won't allow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;     So take your punk ass else where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;     Cause with you, my existance, I will not share~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-7984929831616447694?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7984929831616447694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=7984929831616447694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/7984929831616447694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/7984929831616447694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/11/later.html' title='~Later~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-1773631181957456027</id><published>2008-11-11T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:15:51.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even in {death}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SRplRqBLbKI/AAAAAAAAABg/_J7xJVNUMpA/s1600-h/13060-109-GTv7Aerith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267634068174630050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SRplRqBLbKI/AAAAAAAAABg/_J7xJVNUMpA/s320/13060-109-GTv7Aerith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Even in death I wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  My heart lingers in the air around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  My soul hants everything about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  But I am still the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Time did not change me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Nor my feelings for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Maybe one day when you see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  You won't have to look into my eyes to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Or hear it in my voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  My soul will be the whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  And my heart the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  The only thing that scares me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Above all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Is that your heart is now frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  And your soul lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  Because of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SRplGD2S5DI/AAAAAAAAABY/64i76D-9gfo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3901303629776159280-1773631181957456027?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1773631181957456027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=1773631181957456027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1773631181957456027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1773631181957456027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/11/even-in-death.html' title='Even in {death}'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SRplRqBLbKI/AAAAAAAAABg/_J7xJVNUMpA/s72-c/13060-109-GTv7Aerith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-8305039959625025744</id><published>2008-11-11T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:03:00.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I guess I grew up</title><content type='html'>Hehe, wow. I feel much better. Like the super glue holding my heart together isn't glue after all, but the very soul of my heart keeping it in tack. Like every word you have ever spoken wasn't so serious. My mind can be at ease and so can yours. Your words can put spells on others ears for mine are not your tools of self reasurrance any longer. I will no longer be that shadow lurking behind you. Waiting for you. Always there for you. I'm done with you. And as I said it once before; I don't miss you. And you do miss me. I smile and frown at this. But I still walk away for you are the very thing holding me back from me. That night you released me, I released myself. And it feels good. The chains you put around my wrists are broken, the shackles around my ankles rusted. I am free. I can walk, talk, feel how I want. There is no regret. Not anymore. Nor will there ever be. Even when times I look back. My heart does not yearn. And I am glad it doesn't. It is stronger then ever before. And I will use it as I please. I will not hold back...So I guess (in a sense) I grew up...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-8305039959625025744?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8305039959625025744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=8305039959625025744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8305039959625025744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8305039959625025744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-guess-i-grew-up.html' title='So I guess I grew up'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-842163112020934824</id><published>2008-11-10T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:54:55.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think I have money for YOU?</title><content type='html'>College, college, college...&lt;br /&gt;  You think I have money for YOU?&lt;br /&gt;   I've been eating pancakes for dinner and paying vet bills with grocery money.&lt;br /&gt;   Do you think I have money for YOU?&lt;br /&gt;   I save up all the money I have to buy presents when I'm not having a Christmas of my own.&lt;br /&gt;  Do you think I have money for YOU?&lt;br /&gt;  I haven't bought new clothes in over a year...&lt;br /&gt;  Do you think I have money for YOU?&lt;br /&gt;  I barely have a job because I have to help out around the house.&lt;br /&gt;  Do you think I have money for YOU?&lt;br /&gt;  I live with my grandma but belong to my mother. She won't pay for college.&lt;br /&gt;  Do you think I have money for YOU?&lt;br /&gt;  YOU; who promises me a future.&lt;br /&gt;  YOU; who promises me safety.&lt;br /&gt;  Without money, YOU are not there for me.&lt;br /&gt;  Therefore, YOU, are a liar.&lt;br /&gt;  YOU are my biggest worry.&lt;br /&gt;  YOU are my worst fear.&lt;br /&gt;  And YOU, call yourself college?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-842163112020934824?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/842163112020934824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=842163112020934824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/842163112020934824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/842163112020934824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-think-i-have-money-for-you.html' title='Do you think I have money for YOU?'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-332288654201834866</id><published>2008-10-31T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:54:49.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She said maybe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263352524564813794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SQsvPBJXV-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GjNPlYvojrY/s320/Gosh%2520a%2520bloody%2520anime%2520girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(Found the oringal and adding the second part)... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"She said Maybe"                                                   She said maybe...today is the day                             And all those times I felt lonely                              my pain will slip away                                            She said maybe...                                                       i'll do it tonight                                                     That all those times I needed you                      you'll see that I was right                                       She said maybe...                                                     the razor will be fast                                            Then it will all end                                                  and she'll be, apart of everyone's past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    "She said Maybe" (Part 2)                  She said maybe...                  they'll remember of that day            And as they stand above her grave                 they won't know what to say            She said maybe...                thier feelings will be raw           And as her body rots in the ground                they'll realize of thier flaw           She said maybe...               now they will care          Then they will live thier lives              in misery and dispire          She said maybe...              they won't be effected           Since they never cared before              even in death she'll be rejected          She said maybe...              her words will touch somebody's heart          And when they're feeling lonely like she              they won't just fall apart         She said maybe...     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-332288654201834866?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/332288654201834866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=332288654201834866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/332288654201834866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/332288654201834866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-more-poemsxd.html' title='She said maybe...'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SQsvPBJXV-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GjNPlYvojrY/s72-c/Gosh%2520a%2520bloody%2520anime%2520girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-6348668808301602668</id><published>2008-10-29T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:20:20.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the weather~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SQkIe5EdeHI/AAAAAAAAABI/1y3F6GKiknc/s1600-h/girl_g11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262746966367762546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SQkIe5EdeHI/AAAAAAAAABI/1y3F6GKiknc/s320/girl_g11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I don't know...the day was great. I was happy, partying, and laughing. Then out of no where...BANG...I get hit with this strange and odd kinda depression. Thing is nothing bad happened. So why do I feel so under the weather? I'm sure I'll be fine come tomorrow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-6348668808301602668?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6348668808301602668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=6348668808301602668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/6348668808301602668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/6348668808301602668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-know.html' title='Under the weather~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SQkIe5EdeHI/AAAAAAAAABI/1y3F6GKiknc/s72-c/girl_g11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-5494591375416840192</id><published>2008-10-28T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:51:37.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todayy~</title><content type='html'>I stayed home today. My head hurt so much it was driving me crazy. I tried to sleep but once I wake up I can't go back to sleep. So I sat in bed. Nothing on TV to watch so I ended up watching a whole bunch of stupidness. By the time something good actually came on I had to go with grandma to pick up Mitchell. Ever since she hurt her leg I've been doing alot more stuff around the house and helping her walk down the stairs and such. I don't really mind much. Every now and then I picture her falling and hitting her head on the corner of the dresser or slipping and falling down the stairs. Scary thoughts. I wish I didn't have such thoughts. I wish there was a way to oraganize the images within our minds. Like one giant filing cabinent. This would solve and or stop many of my problems...and maybe I could understand things better without rushing into thought about the what ifs and what nots. *siiigh* I hate thinking. But worst of all I hate caring. Well...caring too much. One glance. One look. And boom. I'm in a slum. Oh weeeell, anyway I got to type up an old short story today. I was suprised at my own vocbuary...o.o...it seemed better two years ago compared to now xD Since this story is so short maybe I'll use it in my writing profolio...damn work. All these head aches..I wonder if school has anything to do with them? School's never done this to me before...I know all seniors get like this. Just gotta deal like everyone else, right? Grr...these damn dreams also! They're bothering me too. I can't stop thinking about them. Why, why must unsaid person haunt my dreams &gt;&lt; Damn yoooou...I shouldn't care at all. But alas...I do. It's a gift...and a curse *giggles* VOTE OBAMA 2008!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-5494591375416840192?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5494591375416840192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=5494591375416840192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/5494591375416840192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/5494591375416840192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/todayy.html' title='Todayy~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-1285045277287426339</id><published>2008-10-21T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:54:30.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V.O.T.E~</title><content type='html'>~ LISTEN TO YOUR MAMA VOTE FOR OBAMA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-1285045277287426339?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1285045277287426339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=1285045277287426339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1285045277287426339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1285045277287426339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/vote.html' title='V.O.T.E~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-1739099306747753788</id><published>2008-10-20T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:06:48.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~To all you unsaid person(s) out there!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SP1GINRDwNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aUJEzCYCEPk/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259437046652715218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SP1GINRDwNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aUJEzCYCEPk/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Unsaid person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why can't you just tell me you need me? BEcause you know you do. Though I am over you, you clearly want me to linger on the thought of you. You want me to be obssessed with you like I once was when I was a girl. You are my friend. That is all. I am finally over that crush of you. You, this person I love. You, this person I hate. (sound familar?) And Now I'm done with you. I don't want nothing to do with you. Because even through all the happiness all you left me with was pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SP1GYihkrLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lB5iqecu73w/s1600-h/i332516494_53350_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259437327237033138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SP1GYihkrLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lB5iqecu73w/s320/i332516494_53350_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Unsaid person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I see you. And you see me? How close we once were. Buddies. I can't help but think what it would be like if that distant didn't set in. And anger arose from that of which you birthed. But I can not blame you. I am annoying. I am weird. I am ridiculous. But you know what? That's me. And I;ll be loud on the train. And I'll laugh with my friends. Sometimes I wish you were there with me. My friend. You were. But alas...you made your choice...she my mind will still linger on our memories as friends. My friend. My buddy. No more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;                                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Unsaid person: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SP1G8fJA0xI/AAAAAAAAABA/-k6d_2vGgxk/s1600-h/%255Blarge%255D%255BAnimePaper%255Dwallpapers_NitroPlus-CHiRAL_PinkPrincessLacus_44993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259437944804004626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SP1G8fJA0xI/AAAAAAAAABA/-k6d_2vGgxk/s320/%255Blarge%255D%255BAnimePaper%255Dwallpapers_NitroPlus-CHiRAL_PinkPrincessLacus_44993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;     I can't forget that day. I don;t think I want to. It's funny how things can change so fast between two people. And yet, utterly stay the same. How do I feel about you? It's hard to tell. You are so much to me, what am I to you? I guess it's wrong. But I don't care. Everything's wrong in my eyes, everything's right. It just depends on what kind of person you are...who you are. Who are we? What are we...I do not know. It's alright because we can still see eachother and smile. And at the end of the day...that's all that matters. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/3901303629776159280-1739099306747753788?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1739099306747753788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=1739099306747753788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1739099306747753788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1739099306747753788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-all-you-unsaid-persons-out-there.html' title='~To all you unsaid person(s) out there!!!'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SP1GINRDwNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aUJEzCYCEPk/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-8355909434459653653</id><published>2008-10-17T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:04:55.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*hums*</title><content type='html'>So now I'm stuck. I thought my mind was cleared but I fucked up. I thought I knew you but I guess I was wrong again, can't say that you're my friend (anymore). Can you read between the lines? Obviously not cause all I hear are lies. Take back that hug and sign a different song cause we can't get along (anymore).&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Started writing a song...didn't work xD. My head is just blah lately. I think I try too hard with things...with everything. I just wanna stop trying. I went to that college fair thing today. It was alright. I liked goofing around with Sammy and Barry :3 Mar is cool too. I've been reading alot of other people's work in and out of school. It makes me want to write even more. I want to finish all the stories I left incomplete and start up on new things~ I've been really tired lately. All the time. I either sleep all day or not at all. I have head aches...I just don't want to be anywhere anymore. Not home...not in school. Blah, I hate it because I love hanging around people. People I care about and care about me. Fun, classy peoples who make things...life...not so bad xD &lt;br /&gt;   I saw my mom for the first time in a long time. I was on my way to school...just got on the train. And she called me over. I was a bit surprised...to see her. It was akward. Akward? I was uncomfortable around my own mother. We talked. Caught up. I wrote a poem about it...Most of my poems ryme...almost all of them. This one doesn't. Well...here it is~&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Today I saw my mom on the train&lt;br /&gt;   She has a new job in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;   So I'm told&lt;br /&gt;   Her hair looks the same&lt;br /&gt;   As is her clothes&lt;br /&gt;   But her smile is weak&lt;br /&gt;   And mine is weaker&lt;br /&gt;   We'll catch up&lt;br /&gt;   And we'll laugh&lt;br /&gt;   But inside it's not the same&lt;br /&gt;   For it's been far too long&lt;br /&gt;   Since that day...&lt;br /&gt;   Everything is different&lt;br /&gt;   But you're still the same&lt;br /&gt;   I'm waiting for you to say sorry&lt;br /&gt;   But there's only a few stops to go&lt;br /&gt;   You'll look at me as I talk&lt;br /&gt;   And I'll look back&lt;br /&gt;   Every now and then I'll catch a word&lt;br /&gt;   In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;   How can it feel so akward?&lt;br /&gt;   Seeing your mother on the train...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-8355909434459653653?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8355909434459653653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=8355909434459653653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8355909434459653653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/8355909434459653653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/hums.html' title='*hums*'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-3426707551786097828</id><published>2008-10-14T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:01:57.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsaid Person~</title><content type='html'>You will never know how hard it is. You will never feel this way. Your heart will never hurt, can you even feel pain? Sometimes I question...sometimes I rant. Sometimes I cry and sometimes I vent. Through drawing, through writting, through music, and life. It's hard to imange life without out you. You, this person I hate. You, this person I love. You, this person who doesn't deserve to know me. You, this person who needs me. And you will never know because you think I love you but I don't...I hate you. I hate everything about you. Your laugh. Your eyes. The way you say, "Later"/"Uh huh..."/"Meh". Your ego. Your stories. Your opintions. Your feelings. I hate you because you're always there. On my mind. I hate you because I love you and I have always loved you. And you know. And yet you drag me along. You know he does me wrong and you know you can do better then him...why won't you save me? Maybe we're young...but these so many years haven't age a bit. Time has always stood still. We have always been the same even when the world around us changes. I'm not scared to say that I am in love. But I am scared to say...that I'm in love with you...I force a smile on my face so you don't know and hide my feelings with goofy words. I act like I don't care but it always slips through and you know...you know. How great could it be? How wonderful. How beautiful. If you just give me a try. And that is way we'd be perfect together...because we can never be together. I wish you wouldn't call me your "hime-chi"...because it only makes it worse. One night I feel like I'm on top of the world and the next I feel like I'm holding it up. My shoulders have been aching all these years and all I want is to put this planet down. But I can't. I will always be here...and you know that. But one day when I'm not...for you...you will miss me. And I...won't miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-3426707551786097828?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3426707551786097828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=3426707551786097828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/3426707551786097828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/3426707551786097828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/unsaid-person.html' title='Unsaid Person~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-5101522807483946593</id><published>2008-10-13T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:42:01.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are you away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are you away? Your away message is up...up, up, up...your away message is up. Put it down...your away message is up. I wish you were around...but your away message is up. I want to say hi to you...but....your away message is up. I forgot to tell you something...but your away message is up. Can you put it down?...but alas...your away message is up...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-5101522807483946593?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5101522807483946593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=5101522807483946593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/5101522807483946593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/5101522807483946593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-are-you-away.html' title='Why are you away?'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-3233886502276744342</id><published>2008-10-13T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:53:16.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting...starting....NOW~</title><content type='html'>Beep...beep...beep...The alarm for school was going off. Aoi didn’t want to get out of bed in fact she dreaded it. The thought of opening her eyes only annoyed her for she knew all that would come into vison...an empty chair covered in a black and white school uniform. Such ugly things they were but Aoi couldn’t complain at least her uniform was wearable. Heck, she even (almost) liked it. For a fourteen year old Goth, black and white was her thing. The fact it came with a solid black neck tie added on to her liking. Instead of wearing the traditional plain black socking she would wear black net socking ordered online and shipped from Hot Topic. The utterly hideous black flats were replaced by spike boots with black belt straps and skull designs. No one said anything to her. No one would. She was the to herself, black eye liner wearing, hallway glaring, no lunch eating, dark poems writing, eyes barely showing, freak girl nobody talks to...not even the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;   "God...I hate school." she mumbled to herself while facing the mirror. How she hated mirrors. She only looked in them when she desperately had to. Like when she had to put her hair up. She pulled each sides of her inky black hair and tied it tightly up in a tiny pony tail. You could hardly see it; making her hair look extremely short from a front view. Her bangs cut nicely around the edges of her face and the right side was nearly taken over by the inky mass. Her bright blue eyes shined brightly almost radiating off the mirror’s echoed reflection and back into her own pupils. She smiled at the sight. A pale faced girl smiling...but not at herself. At the thought of herself. Another day living...another day wasted in time. She stood. Grabbed a piece of toast without saying a word to her blood mother. Threw her black cat faced back pack over her shoulder. And headed out the door.&lt;br /&gt;   She didn’t care about the toast she shoved into her mouth. Nor did she care about the people she was passing or the people she would be passing in the halls at school. She didn’t care about her family or the old lady crossing the street. She didn’t care about anyone. That’s what made Aoi...well Aoi. No one called her by her first name simply because Aoi fit her. She always wore blue with her black clothes and everyone thought of her as cold...and....well blue (depressed). Her own mother once said that even when she was born she had dark aura around her. Her eyes were big and wide never looking away. She didn’t cry at all only stared. Creped most of the nurses out. Aoi loved it. Creeping people out was the only joy she got out of life. That and horror movies. Believe it or not horror movies never frightened Aoi and most of them made her laugh. She was an odd child who waits all year for Halloween rather then Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;   She truly believed she was going to hell...if there was one. As she was walking her glance came upon a small white figure. It was cat. A small, fluffy, blue eyed cat. The cutest damn thing in the world and she could give two shits about it. She looked away and continued walking. The cat on the another hand started to follow her. Aoi closed her eyes while walking. She knew the cat was not far behind her. She was growing annoyed the further she went because the cat didn’t stop. So she did. She turned around and hissed loudly at it. The people around her flinched or looked at her strange but the cat just stood there. It sat down and meowed once. Aoi rolled her eyes and continued walking. Stupid cat...she thought. She wished she had a dog. Images of the dog mauling the cat to death filled Aoi mind. She smiled to herself in such a way that the cat stopped following her and crossed the street. Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    HONK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aoi turned her head. A navy blue town car came speeding down that street...just as the cat was crossing. Aoi felt her book bag drop and her feet move. She was running into the middle of the street. What am I doing She lunged forward and grabbed the small cat. Suddenly the car hit her and that was it. Everything went black and her body hit the hard concrete under her. The small cat made its way out of the girls grip. It began to lick Aoi’s face as the drive came rushing out of his car.&lt;br /&gt;    "Oh my God...oh my God!"&lt;br /&gt;Mmm....Aoi opened her eyes, "What the hell is wrong with you?" she said looking at the driver,    "You son of a bitch...you hit me with your damn car and you’re talking about God what is wrong with—" Aoi’s eyes widened as she looked down at her own body, "I’m...dead?" She touched her cheek feeling the cat lick her face. She looked at her body, "But wait...I can feel that...I’m not dead yet—"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   "That’s right..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A voice. Neither male nor female graced Aoi’s ears. She turned her head and there it was. An angel, "You have got to be shitting me." It was hard to tell if the angel was male or female. One side had long hair and the other side was short. It was wearing all white but not a robe just an outfit. A long sleeve white shirt with bell bottom jeans it was bare foot and had a friendly smile on its face. It’s snow white wings were folded behind its back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "No...I am not "shitting you"...come with me."&lt;br /&gt;   "What if I say no...?"&lt;br /&gt;   "Come with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aoi shrugged, "Better then going to school..." and with that she took the angel’s hand and they were gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-3233886502276744342?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3233886502276744342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=3233886502276744342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/3233886502276744342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/3233886502276744342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/startingstartingnow.html' title='Starting...starting....NOW~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-5464181311178062480</id><published>2008-10-13T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:44:03.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law and Order~</title><content type='html'>I made a cd for a project in english class. It was fun so I started making my own at home :3 Yes, I'm a loser...but I don't care...you wanna know why!?!?! &gt;&lt;&gt;&gt; These people beter get outta my house soon because Law and Order is always on ^___^ And the best is? SVU. YES. SpecialVictims Unit. Aren't all victims special? Nope. xD You can only be special if you were...raped....kidnapped....or abused. Yep o.o...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-5464181311178062480?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5464181311178062480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=5464181311178062480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/5464181311178062480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/5464181311178062480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/law-and-order.html' title='Law and Order~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-1338290301090759490</id><published>2008-10-13T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:02:48.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FreeWrite~</title><content type='html'>Today...Cindy, Nancy, Amanda, and Samantha came over :3 It's my gma's birthday and we all played ROCKBAND 2 ^^ It was fun :3 I let Cindy make a blog on one of my other sn's...we had cookies and chips and pizza @-@ Samantha and Mandy are still here, Cindy and Nancy left already ;-; I wish they coulda stayed longer ;-; Me and unsaid person spoke last night...he called me dear ^^ I dunno why but it made me blush and...*sigh*...oh boy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-1338290301090759490?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1338290301090759490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=1338290301090759490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1338290301090759490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/1338290301090759490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/freestyle.html' title='FreeWrite~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-591540150391380286</id><published>2008-10-13T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:23:58.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I can do..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So far nothing is clear&lt;br /&gt;Standing alone, these feelings are near&lt;br /&gt;Looking into the mirror this girl I do see&lt;br /&gt;Everything's changing and this girl isn't the real me&lt;br /&gt;Broken promises emerge from the shadows of my life&lt;br /&gt;Lies now form and the truth is gone from sight&lt;br /&gt;Lost in much deception, lost in misery&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm okay, but my heart won't listen to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll cling to memories and look forward to some new&lt;br /&gt;Because in the end, that's all I can do~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-591540150391380286?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/591540150391380286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=591540150391380286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/591540150391380286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/591540150391380286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-i-can-do.html' title='All I can do..'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-5751435954299521265</id><published>2008-10-13T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:23:05.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't give up~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I don't want to give up, but you make it easy&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to stand, when all you feel is queasy&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on knowing, I've given up on the truth&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on asking but baby, I haven't given up on you&lt;br /&gt;Try all you want, maybe one day you'll see&lt;br /&gt;That at the end of the day, all you'll see is me&lt;br /&gt;I'll haunt your dreams, I'll haunt your mind&lt;br /&gt;You wanna break? Than we'll give it time&lt;br /&gt;I've given so much, got back so little&lt;br /&gt;But when I hoped for rain, all I got was drizzle&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you it's okay, because if it's fate&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together someday...&lt;br /&gt;But until that day comes, until that day is here&lt;br /&gt;My body will linger, but my love will always be near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-5751435954299521265?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5751435954299521265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=5751435954299521265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/5751435954299521265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/5751435954299521265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-give-up.html' title='Don&apos;t give up~'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-7966729292127720855</id><published>2008-10-13T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:22:26.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More friendship :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When I stand alone in the night...&lt;br /&gt;I turn to them to be my light...&lt;br /&gt;When I face my biggest fear...&lt;br /&gt; I know that my friends will always near...&lt;br /&gt;And even when you feel alone and scared...even when the pain gets too great to bare...&lt;br /&gt;They'll be there for you through thick and thin...&lt;br /&gt;Understanding you completely, forgiving you when you sin...&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift love can send...&lt;br /&gt;Is a friendship like ours that can never break or bend...&lt;br /&gt;So during rough times I'll share with you this...&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship means the world to me, it is reason for my bliss..&lt;br /&gt;And remember this thought when you're hurt and don't know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;As much as you're there for me, I'm always there for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-7966729292127720855?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7966729292127720855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=7966729292127720855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/7966729292127720855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/7966729292127720855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-friendship-3.html' title='More friendship :3'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-6952597910657917340</id><published>2008-10-13T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:20:38.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know who you are...</title><content type='html'>Seems you forgotten me, and I'd like to know how?&lt;br /&gt;That all the times I was there for you...&lt;br /&gt;You decide to leave me now&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know my pain, inchoate feelings misunderstood...&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for your love I always wondered if you could...&lt;br /&gt;Could you ever love me the way I loved you?&lt;br /&gt;Could you ever see my surrow when I walked out of your room?&lt;br /&gt;Could you feel my happiness whenever you were around?&lt;br /&gt;And could you bare the pain I felt, when you thrown my love to the ground?&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I try to close my heart&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm so frightened it will hurt again...&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night I'm crying...&lt;br /&gt;And happiness is something I pretend...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I blame you, because who would?&lt;br /&gt;But still I'll still wonder...&lt;br /&gt;Wonder...if you could...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-6952597910657917340?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6952597910657917340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=6952597910657917340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/6952597910657917340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/6952597910657917340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-who-you-are.html' title='You know who you are...'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901303629776159280.post-2228830066831529647</id><published>2008-10-13T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:09:09.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO MY FRIENDS~Cindy, Samantha, Ye Yan, and Mandy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Show me your saddness, show me your pain Whenever you feel lonly, I'll take it away From good times to bad, together we fight And we'll show this world, what real friendship's like :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901303629776159280-2228830066831529647?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2228830066831529647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=2228830066831529647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/2228830066831529647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/2228830066831529647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-my-friendscindy-samantha-ye-yan-and.html' title='TO MY FRIENDS~Cindy, Samantha, Ye Yan, and Mandy!'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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Am I truly alone? But alas, this is my fate. A lonely wanderer can not wait...for an answer...I am lost in this depair.&lt;br /&gt;Blackish colors circle around my beating heart as my mind lingers in a vast void of emptiness. This numbing feeling waits for no man to be ready but for a lonely girl to take.&lt;br /&gt;It grasps a hold of your soul and doesn't let go...until you are cold and dark...until you loose your heart. Your very being is questioned. You mask yourself in a beauty that only fear lies under such a broken mask.&lt;br /&gt;A small light comes across your face and your true colors are shown. A faded pink. Yes, that is me...this darkened hallway in my heart can not turn back now though. And I fear the light colors of my soul will fade away...like the faded&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt;..turning to &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;grey&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/3901303629776159280-7126797172544456677?l=kashikokitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7126797172544456677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3901303629776159280&amp;postID=7126797172544456677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/7126797172544456677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901303629776159280/posts/default/7126797172544456677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kashikokitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/turning-to-grey.html' title='Turning to grey'/><author><name>Kitty-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15542693942490491686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8X_uxPGdps/SPPO-SSgshI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a4L29E4Hyak/S220/KittyGirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
