<?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-4865171389515460587</id><updated>2011-12-31T21:58:43.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the me story</title><subtitle type='html'>world under construction</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-me-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865171389515460587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-me-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yeshika chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12960346476472134942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3GsnBnRHic/Tav3pXyVgnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sl5Pjqvj5Zs/s220/Photo086.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865171389515460587.post-7384417575488933254</id><published>2011-12-24T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:09:01.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wish: Missing Piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1x1HsJyyFk/TvXLesXsn7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/uR77GgdNUhU/s1600/1600x1200+A+Sad+Christmas+Story+Desktop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1x1HsJyyFk/TvXLesXsn7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/uR77GgdNUhU/s320/1600x1200+A+Sad+Christmas+Story+Desktop.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, saying what you wish three times will make it true. For assurance, I said it more than three times because I keep on regretting and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lalala, Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song, really. When near Yuletide season, I keep on singing this song with a bit watermelons in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to sing this song to the one I loved the most - who makes me feel alright, who makes me feel worthy, who makes me feel lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I keep on expecting that this Christmas eve would be the best one. More than that, my birth date is next to Jesus so I thought things would be great. But, I was totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJr04Ffgy2Y/TvXQAIuRveI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4th0Ky1vi40/s1600/wishing10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJr04Ffgy2Y/TvXQAIuRveI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4th0Ky1vi40/s1600/wishing10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dreaming of a surprise visitation, dreaming of a sweet kiss, dreaming of a dedicated song, dreaming of a date, dreaming of a tour somewhere, dreaming of everything that all girls wanted - all of those dreams, all of those expectations, all of those, everything is drawn in a swamp, never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, too much expectations cause too much pain. I keep on regretting that I've expected too much that I knew will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mistake trembles my world up to now that drives my own self crazy. I don't know how to get rid of this sleepy mind. I keep on doing foolishness because of my absent-mindedness. I hate this! "Hey, day dreamer!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I saw myself as a stupid person when I look at the mirror, seeing my swelling eyes with a tear of&amp;nbsp;desperation. All I want is this, I want to have a meaningful Christmas but because of my mistake, it was doomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone kissed me unexpectedly and I don't feel any anger towards him. Yep! It seems to be a bit awkward that I don't react that other girls should react. Is this an act of kindness or stupidity? I don't react violently but inside me, I keep on regretting, I WISH I WEREN'T THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a result, that someone is very angry. He leaves me with a deep anger. I think that should be a better prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for a&amp;nbsp;bottom-note, because of my stupidity, our Christmas is ruined. Even&amp;nbsp;tough&amp;nbsp;I keep on begging for forgiveness, I gained nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy over me, it is my very first time to celebrate event with a broken heart - an incomplete family and an incomplete heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he only knew everything, I think, he will forgive me. But it is the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ohC95qKhmsQ/TvXWZ71kPSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WaNrow3YjFM/s1600/wishing-nether-11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ohC95qKhmsQ/TvXWZ71kPSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WaNrow3YjFM/s400/wishing-nether-11.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to my dreams that one day, everything goes back to its own shape, it seems to be an impossibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3x8_v7ymRY/TvXXcASdeFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dzaCIoIFgQU/s1600/sitting__waiting__wishing_by_nebulaskin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3x8_v7ymRY/TvXXcASdeFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dzaCIoIFgQU/s320/sitting__waiting__wishing_by_nebulaskin.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this is me, waiting for him if he wants to come back. I think, it is now the time to sing this song to him, "This Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it way ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing, I keep on saying this one expecting that everything goes back to the time that he&amp;nbsp;holds&amp;nbsp;a piece that completes my puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas and I don't know how to be happy without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;"&gt;sorry for my grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865171389515460587-7384417575488933254?l=the-me-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-me-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7384417575488933254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-me-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-wish-missing-piece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865171389515460587/posts/default/7384417575488933254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865171389515460587/posts/default/7384417575488933254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-me-story.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-wish-missing-piece.html' title='Christmas Wish: Missing Piece'/><author><name>yeshika chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12960346476472134942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3GsnBnRHic/Tav3pXyVgnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sl5Pjqvj5Zs/s220/Photo086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1x1HsJyyFk/TvXLesXsn7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/uR77GgdNUhU/s72-c/1600x1200+A+Sad+Christmas+Story+Desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
