<?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-1839398188014172397</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:04:43.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ups and downs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-5185062611461299695</id><published>2008-04-17T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:42:58.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bu4 idol 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;*cheers till tears fall*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;i won second place for this year's bu4 idol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;haha. duet category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;you have totally NO IDEA how hard it was for alice and i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;all that we went through, we finally made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;this means the most for me cos you see, i'm 16 this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;for 16 years, i never got any award AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;this is the first and when i screwed up the lyrics, i politely asked for another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;then, we went all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;there you go. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;i wanna congratulate the other winners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SOLO CATEGORY : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1ST, JOEY LAU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(HE WAS FUCKIN' AWESOME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2ND, EMILY MOK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(BLEEDING LOVE BABE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3RD, DAVID CHEW &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(OUR VERY OWN GAVIN DEGRAW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;DUET CATEGORY :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1ST, HONG ONN AND KEE AIK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(AND SHE SAYS THEY CAN'T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SING. RIGHT.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2ND, VALERIE LOW AND ALICE LEONG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(MEMORIES WERE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRICELESS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3RD, SHERWEN AND YONG CHING &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(OUR SECOND PAIR THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; MADE IT TOO!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;all of us, take a bow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;we made it for our final year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;i'm so so damn proud of every one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;i cried like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;for the rest that didn't made it, i know that you did all you could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;all of you were great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;super strong voices, no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;i hope everyone enjoyed this final year as much as i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;thank you so much. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-5185062611461299695?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5185062611461299695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=5185062611461299695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/5185062611461299695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/5185062611461299695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/bu4-idol-2008.html' title='bu4 idol 2008.'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-7277991640744881023</id><published>2008-04-13T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T07:07:29.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one month and counting. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after blogging bout something pretty depressing, it's time i blogged bout something happening in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my life now. X))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my baby and i have been together for slightly pass a month now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he told me he was gonna read my blog, so i purposely want him to see this. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haha. you know i love you. &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he has changed so much for me, it's incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i remember we kept arguing early in the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we went through &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ALOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but, now, from where i stand, with him by my side, i don't mind shedding that one litre of tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i thought that ivan was worth my love cos he was with me for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;guess what, you're more worth it than all my ex-es added up together and times by infinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you took my breath away the minute i laid eyes on you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you leave, you'll take my breath away for good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's how much i love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby, remember this five words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart beats for you. :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-7277991640744881023?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7277991640744881023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=7277991640744881023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/7277991640744881023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/7277991640744881023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-month-and-counting.html' title='one month and counting. :))'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-8024909888223183055</id><published>2008-04-13T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T06:55:28.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;as the title says, what a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;ivan chew keng kitt, you changed so much, i can hardly recognize you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;how can you say those things to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;saw it coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;what made you say all those things??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;well, we're both disappearing from each other's lives for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;joseph loo yew hann, you said that i changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;i never changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;you just noticed that i'm like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i lost two close friends in one night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;it's kinda hard for me although i got totally nothing to do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;i dunno what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;as my baby says, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cest' la vie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;what goes around, comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;note for ivan : you disappoint me so much. it hurts. goodbye and take care of yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;note for joseph : i did my part as a close friend. it also hurts from what you said to me. it's your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                             loss, buddy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;after all this, i learnt one great lesson in life, never be too sure that your closest people will never change or backstab you. there's nothing that one can be hundred percent sure about. whether family (i heard of family backstabbing family), friends or anyone. the only person, you can ever trust, is your other half. if even your other half will backstab you, there's obviously something wrong with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;but, luckily for me, i have my other half, and my important TRUE friends in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;thank you. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you all. :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-8024909888223183055?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8024909888223183055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=8024909888223183055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/8024909888223183055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/8024909888223183055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-night.html' title='what a night.'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-7368133845476493387</id><published>2008-03-08T02:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T02:21:28.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>after so long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;after so long, we broke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's been 9 months plus now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;we're both officially single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the sparks has just stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;everything just stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i guess this is life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's alright. he didn't really like it and he kinda scolded me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh well, that's the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;what's done is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i just wanna say, thanks for the memories that you have given me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;good or bad, that's a different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;for now, i'm single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;available? well, not too sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it depends. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i've done all the post-break up crying like, before for 9 months edi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so, this has hurt a lil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but, i think it's for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;he wont suffer me and i wont suffer him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so, may this relationship rest in peace, ivan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you'll always be someone special in my life. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hugss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-7368133845476493387?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7368133845476493387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=7368133845476493387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/7368133845476493387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/7368133845476493387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-so-long.html' title='after so long.'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-4759822625073864390</id><published>2008-03-05T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:44:51.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>form5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;omgoshh. it's been agess since i last blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;okay. i had my sweet sixteen on valentine's day 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it hit off to a rough start but it was damn nice for the rest of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;only me and my boy will understand how nice and special that day was. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we also celebrated his birthday and it turned out that i wore the dress he bought for me from guess man. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;not to sound perasan but i'm just damn excited bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;okay well, that was february yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;january, first week of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no biggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then, end feb, it was the first monthly test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;9/10 results are out and i haven failed yet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*JUMPS WITH JOY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this is the first time ever that i didn't fail at least 4 subs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;last year, i would fail 4 subs&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;EVERY TEST AT LEAST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wow man. that was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well, the main reason why i suddenly started blogging right now is to express how damn pissed i am at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;FORM4 MATAHARI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;look fuckers, i went to your class today, to go and ask pn. rose for my chem paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NOTE: I'M A FORM5. SENIOR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;okay. so, i see a whole group of kiasu ppl fighting for their A1s. how pathetic right? I KNOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;come on la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;there's MUCH MORE TO LIFE THAN GRADES MAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;NO LIFE FUCKERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so, see. that aint the part that blew me right? since them being kiasu has got no shits to do with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the thing that totally blew me off was when i told the teacher, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"pn. rose, can you give me and maisa (my friend that was with me at the time) the chem papers cos we're not coming tomorrow. so, if we got 38, we can fight for 40."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;whole group burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW MAN. THAT MADE ME SO DAMN PISSED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I SAID,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;"I NOE YOU PPL ARE VERY KIASU OKAY."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then they all shut the fuck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i am so gonna do something to these shits man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it's a matter of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;WHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but there will be something. not to worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;come on man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm a fucking form5 la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dun think like you're some smart shits la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;there's more to life than academics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;EXAMPLE! LOOK UP THE MIRROR FUCKTARDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;THE GUYS LOOK LIKE THEY CAUSE MALAYSIA TO BE THE CONCENTRATED OBESE COMMUNITY WITH FUCKING RETARDED FACES AND THE GIRLS LOOK LIKE THEY WEIGH 10 KGs WITH NO BREASTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(NOTE : THEIR FORM4s! THEY SHOULD HAVE BREASTS BY NOW!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dude, they are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;fucking fugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if you stayed away from my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUSINESS, I WOULDN BE MESSING WITH YOURS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;now you all are fucking stuck up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so damn immatured man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;learn up la bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;maybe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;you don't understand HALF of what's written in this post&lt;/span&gt; cos you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;all there is to your lives are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"chemical neutrons, biological composition and velocity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you don't mix, you don't mingle and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;make fucking lame jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;omg. me writing about you makes me feel pathetic myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i can actually feel the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NERD vibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;geez. look at the mirror la. you'll see, that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you'll freak at your own reflection.&lt;/span&gt; X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-4759822625073864390?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4759822625073864390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=4759822625073864390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/4759822625073864390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/4759822625073864390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/form5.html' title='form5.'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-4976386285325572730</id><published>2007-09-26T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T00:17:17.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time to call it quits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;about the me and her incident, the whole fighting match, it's been called quits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by both of us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alright, this girl is celine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after two long letters, this case has been laid to rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the main reason why i'm blogging bout this is to prove my sincerity in apologizing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after she apologized, i decided, i needed to do it too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's not that i'm not in the wrong to blog bout it kay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm in the wrong too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, i made a mistake and so did she.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we both realized our faults and has came clean bout this, right? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever happens from now, i've no clue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, whatever it is, take care alright, celine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;once again, i'm sorry.&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/1839398188014172397-4976386285325572730?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4976386285325572730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=4976386285325572730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/4976386285325572730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/4976386285325572730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-to-call-it-quits.html' title='time to call it quits.'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-3632026104885674468</id><published>2007-09-23T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T11:47:19.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some people just never grow up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;that's the main word people ask when they're confused bout something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;well, currently, i'm confused bout this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;an old friend of mine has this intense hatred raging all over her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;bout me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;she's like this time bomb exploding whenever she talks bout me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;dude, reality check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;how old are you? you're even older than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;why these acts of childishness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;no offence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;but, seriously, i think it's time to grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;you're 16. going on 17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;i'm 15. going on 16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;why do i seem like the more matured one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;why act cute? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;it's all these questions ringing in my head.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;why these hatred? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;why must there be war? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;why must there be discrimination? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it's puzzling. simply, puzzling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;all those words you use, are simply, &lt;strong&gt;barbaric.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"she's too dumb to function a phone."?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;haha. cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;excuse me. why is your civilization level so minimal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i mean, it seems like, you find the thrill in saying that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt; does it bring you any good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;oh right. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;maybe it simply pleasures you to make someone's life so-called miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i don't know how to help you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;someday, i hope, you'll see your actions are an act of childishness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;you're filling your life with hate and anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;wonder how you do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;gotta give you credit for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;grow up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;note: GROW UP. BE AN ADULT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;really, no offence, but, honestly, i thought your dad was a well-mannered man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but, it's in YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;open your eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i remember what you said bout dumping your ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"one month plus is more than enough for a first-timer." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it still shocks me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he was so hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;did you ever think bout his feelings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he loved you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;as i said, sins are meant to be commited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but, there's also the turn of innocence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;go ahead. say all you like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to me, and to others who has a matured mind, will see that, the one who speaks like an adult, and the one who doesn't take matters like brutal killings, is the better individual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;reflect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-3632026104885674468?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3632026104885674468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=3632026104885674468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/3632026104885674468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/3632026104885674468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-people-just-never-grow-up.html' title='some people just never grow up.'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-8311280221228855169</id><published>2007-09-18T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:38:59.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey yo! X)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haha. things have been going alright i guess. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;some ppl still bitching bout me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but, hey, it's up to them la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i did what i am suppose to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i apologised.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;what's done is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i turned over a new leaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if they still wanna talk bad about me, so be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i can live without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;some ppl have weird tastes though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;her men are getting....erm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;what word would be nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;erm. larger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yeah. her taste in men are getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LARGER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;which is kinda weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;oh well, and did i mention she was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;hardcore flirting with her EX?! IN SOMEONE'S PARTY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;DUDE, WAKE UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;don't cheapen till so much la please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;don't go throwing yourself around like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ahem. so, don't go around being a pot to call the kettle black. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;much appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;her friends, all same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;one, kinda scares alice and i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;she stares like, crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we're like,"omg. wtf is she staring at?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;alice was like,"is she a lesbo or something?" O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh well, who cares bout her sexuality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hmm. moving on to more important things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;things have been good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pinky's party was bangin' yo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ahaha. although the 3 amigos above were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hmm. oh well, didn't take much space in there la don't worry. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haha. what else......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pinky was looking sweet in dresses and everyone was just having smiles on their faces! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;those who wanna have a lil peek on what happened, there's a few snap shots in my friendster profile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;check it out yo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;take care peopleeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cheerss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-8311280221228855169?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8311280221228855169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=8311280221228855169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/8311280221228855169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/8311280221228855169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-yo-x.html' title='hey yo! X)'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-6246573459620656994</id><published>2007-08-31T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:11:52.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months. :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's been 3 months since we got together.&lt;br /&gt;we went through hell together.&lt;br /&gt;we also went through heaven together. :)&lt;br /&gt;it took me quite some time to realize i really do love him alot.&lt;br /&gt;why was i so dumb?&lt;br /&gt;i nearly lost him a couple of times and only then i realised i DO love him more than i imagined i did.&lt;br /&gt;i will always remember this one kiss he gave me that totally melted me.&lt;br /&gt;all this while, he kept showering me with love and me being so idiotic, only took him for granted.&lt;br /&gt;i treated him real bad last time but he still stood by my side saying he loves me and blaming himself for my mistakes. :(&lt;br /&gt;i feel so retarded looking back at my actions.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry, baby.&lt;br /&gt;i've changed to someone who will appreciate what's so important to me instead of regretting once i lose it.&lt;br /&gt;i can see a bright future ahead of us. :))&lt;br /&gt;i hope you can see it too, sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;you've done lots for me.&lt;br /&gt;i might never be able to repay you for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;the least i can possibly ask from you now is,&lt;br /&gt;let me repay you for the rest of my life by loving you. :')&lt;br /&gt;i mean it, dear.&lt;br /&gt;every tear i cried for you, made me realise how deep my love is for you.&lt;br /&gt;i know you're not by my side physically all the time to protect me.&lt;br /&gt;but, i know if you had the chance, you'll protect me with your life.&lt;br /&gt;the bangle you gave me has been 'you' when you're not here.&lt;br /&gt;it has taken good care of me and protected me from alot of negative things.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much, darling.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;for everything you've done for me and all we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;we're going out tomorrow! YAY! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait, baby.&lt;br /&gt;to finally be in your arms again.&lt;br /&gt;feeling your warm, soft kisses. :)&lt;br /&gt;whatever that didn't kill our relationship just made it stronger.&lt;br /&gt;you're a total gentleman inside out.&lt;br /&gt;i love you more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna love you more and more. &lt;33333~&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-6246573459620656994?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6246573459620656994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=6246573459620656994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/6246573459620656994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/6246573459620656994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-months-3.html' title='3 months. :3'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-8966114090340870713</id><published>2007-08-09T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:44:13.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the old times. :')</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the old times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wow. coming to realise, things are so different now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;compared to the times i had with loong, it's kinda different now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i just read all the testimonials that i sent to him during our 5 month relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wow. really looks like i really loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;honestly, i kinda miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;but, the time i'm having with ivan now is just as great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i'm wishing this will last too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i just realised how much love can cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER = PRICELESS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;all the things that i did are not meant to be forgiven but he forgave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;he sacrificed shit lots for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;God, i gotta appreciate a guy like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;two of my best friends told me to appreciate this guy and hold on to him with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i couldn't agree more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i let go of one deep, true love once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i'm NOT gonna let go of this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;this might be the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;no way i'm seeing this fly by without putting effort into this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;it's like, all the things i did before with ivan are all pouring back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;the way we met was just so special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i was like, his tutor. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;it was real fun. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;the way he looked at me and the way i peeped back. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;so cute. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's gonna be the 3rd month soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;my love is just growing stronger with every beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i can't wait to see him again. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i miss him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;his kisses are warm with so much meaning in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;everything we do and say all comes from the heart we have for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i don't want this to last a few months and end again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i've enough of these kinda relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;it's time i settled down for a damn long one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i'm ready for a long one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i'm resisting all temptations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;as what ivan believes in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"suffer now, enjoy later"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;so, i'm willing to suffer now and enjoying later when i get to see him everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i can't enjoy flirting around now and suffer when he can't take it and leaves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i'm NOT gonna let them happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my love for him is just up to this level where i trust him as much as i trust loong. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;one thing they both have in common is that they were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOTH REAL SHY AT FIRST. XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but, as time passed, they both opened up. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i will never forget these two lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;they really made me who i am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you, ivan and loong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;both of you will always have a place in my heart no matter what happens. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ivan as my loving boyfriend and loong as my best ex. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;i love my life right now. there are so many good things going on. thank you, dear Lord for pulling me out of hell. i'm healing from everything and taking baby steps to become a better person. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;something happened to me this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i gotta change it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;something bad happened to my attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;come on, val.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you can do better than this! T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i don't wanna have anymore enemies whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whoever enemies from other schools, let's settle this like adults kay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;apologies come first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry. there you go. something you wanted all along. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you guys. &lt;33&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mwahxx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;thanks to the friends who were there when i needed people behind me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;thanks, loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S I LOVE IVAN! YOU CAN'T STOP ME! XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-8966114090340870713?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8966114090340870713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=8966114090340870713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/8966114090340870713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/8966114090340870713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2007/08/old-times.html' title='the old times. :&apos;)'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-321908222908965776</id><published>2007-08-02T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T07:19:31.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after some thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well, i did some thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after what arnold said bout the whole reputation thing, it kinda makes sense. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so, i don't really wanna stress on it too much anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;things are starting to get a lil out of hand but i'm just starting to cool off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no idea what's wrong with me, but, i'm just trying to smile at everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't wanna argue anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i think every part of me has boiled off and evaporated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;true friends would know who i really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;so, ppl out there, say whatever you want la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but, hey, i believe in karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;what goes around, comes around alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;all the best to ppl who are out to kill me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;let's see who'll be your next predator. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i'm just chilling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fyi, jack and i are NOT A COUPLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything's going nice and slow right, jack jack? :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfectly pure relationship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no stealing, whatsoever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i'm not gonna curse in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i'm just trying to cool off and let god play His role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i don't wanna be stealing his role and end up getting backfired myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;let time tell for everything. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;to theesigan, up to you to spread all you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sorry to yell at you over the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;well, someone had to come up with a move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;let's say, the younger one had the honour to be the better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;you know and everyone knows what you've done to 'kill' my reputation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;so, as i said, karma. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i've got other more important things to worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;true friends are rare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i so happen found 5 true friends who are there for me no matter where they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;1) &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;definitely to pinky.&lt;/span&gt; (she's been there for 2 years.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;2) &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;alice.&lt;/span&gt; (stood up for me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;3)&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; thiru.&lt;/span&gt; (he defended me and trusted me even after he transferred school and the ppl there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;said bad stuff bout me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;4) &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jack jack.&lt;/span&gt; (he did too much to list. so much effort in helping my fatal habits.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;5) &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;arnold.&lt;/span&gt; (the wise apple tree! XD and i'm one of the apples. O.O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;these 5 ppl really shone among the rest. :') i love all 5 of you with my heart. &lt;33333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sorry to the rest who actually believed in ppl's rumours and actually continued their lil game to backstab me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;it's okay. i've gotten over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;life's like this. i can't do much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;as long as i have my true friends by my side supporting me and watching my back all the way. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;okay. which would you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a) 100 fake friends who might backstab you at any time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;b) 5 true friends who loves you as much as you love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;without hesitation, my answer is B. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;thanks, guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;mwahhx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;you were there when i was being stepped all over by some ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;you were the ones who picked me up from the ground and dusted off the dirt and gave me a hug. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;without you 5, my life will be a rot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;thanks, honeyss. :) my heart will always be owned by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;here's a lil poem for my loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the rotting times, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and also the damned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you were there for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;from the beginning till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you saved me from the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you cured my bleeding heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you sheltered me from rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and cared for me from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;these true friends are priceless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it takes an event to happen to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;they shone from the rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;God just sent these angels to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i just made this on the spot. i love you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-321908222908965776?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/321908222908965776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=321908222908965776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/321908222908965776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/321908222908965776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-some-thinking.html' title='after some thinking.'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-7937701480675519998</id><published>2007-08-01T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:39:18.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny day for a black ape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;omg! today was just such a sucky day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well, i got to school as normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but, right after recess, some high school drama happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it was an angry, stressful, painful session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it involved me, alice and him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;well, i don't really know how to spell his name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;too complicated&lt;/span&gt;. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;oh well. the thing that happened was that he wanted to look for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;so, he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i was starting to boil at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;so, i didn't really give a shit whether he was gonna screw me or talk nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;so, true enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he pointed fingers and started to put on his fucking retarded face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;now, that triggered me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i've been trying to hold it in for about a week now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;as most ppl know, i'm a really short tempered person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;for me to hold on for a week, it's considered a great achievement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so, any lil thing would have triggered me off at that very moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;him pointing at me and yelling at me obviously made me pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that was the trigger and he pulled it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXPLODED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i shouted at him and i walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;he pointed at me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ORDERING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;me to go in front of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i pointed my finger in his face and shouted saying, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING SLAVE! DON'T ORDER ME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;somehow, i realized i was boiling at &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;100 degrees&lt;/span&gt; at that moment and he started to be a bit shaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;well, his finger pointing at me was shaking at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;after yelling at me, he decided to take it out on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;innocent alice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT SERIOUSLY MADE ME WANNA PUNCH HIM COS THAT PISSED ME OFF!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;he called her all sorts of names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucking pussy, bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and so many more flowery, hurtful names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;oh come on. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO BE  A 'GUY' &lt;/span&gt;la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or maybe you're just too tied up over some personal issues about confirming your gender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;no offence but there's alot of ppl outside and inside school all ready to gang up against you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;so, please do not think as though i don't have back up and you have all the friends in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;he has broken the trust that alice had for him over the past 3 years of friendship with those words he used on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i could see that she was too hurt to stand up for herself this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was hurt to see her like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was boiling, and he went and attack her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arnold calls him a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;beast&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;oh well, cancel that. back to the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;he knows what he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;he knows what he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;he even yelled at sabrina who is a prefect and that can be a serious offence to his prefect position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;he might get fired or suspended for verbally abusing students AND a prefect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;so, all i have to do now, is wait for the time to come where he does his shit once more, and he's a goner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bring it on, bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i actually can't wait to see him taking actions on provoking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;okay. no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;he'll get fired then. i don't really care bout his reputation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;he'll get 50 demerits or even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;trying to 'kill' my reputation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha. let's see about that, child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're a form4. ACT LIKE ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;don't be so childish by threatening, ordering and provoking ppl over your lil anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you created a big scene today outside 4 siantan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;making a big fuss and blaming it all on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;whether it was a misunderstanding, or whatsoever, i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;your reputation sucks in form5 for your information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;the amount of enemies you have is countless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i'm pretty sure you're gonna say that about me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;oh well. i don't care what you're lil mind thinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;grow up, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-7937701480675519998?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7937701480675519998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=7937701480675519998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/7937701480675519998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/7937701480675519998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-day-for-black-ape.html' title='funny day for a black ape.'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-5587420368921603667</id><published>2007-07-30T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:03:54.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back from genting. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hello!&lt;br /&gt;after getting back from genting, man, the headache totally sucked!&lt;br /&gt;the stupidddd teacup!&lt;br /&gt;my cousins kept rotating it like some speed cup thingy. O.O&lt;br /&gt;nearly puked.&lt;br /&gt;other rides didn't make me puke but the damn teacup did. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;i sat on 12 rides! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1)spinner (was worried that the thing might snap and send me swinging across genting. O.O)&lt;br /&gt;2)space shot (LOST MY BREATH AND COULDN SCREAM ON THE WAY DOWN! T.T)&lt;br /&gt;3)pirate ship (kinda fun with cousins. :D)&lt;br /&gt;4)flume ride (the boat that smashes into water. damn. whacked my head on the way down. T.T)&lt;br /&gt;5)mine train (this was for kids. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;6)bumper boat (my boat just kept spinning without moving forward. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;7)rotating teacup (bloody hell this man. nearly puked!)&lt;br /&gt;8)go kart (overtook everyone. this was the best. XD)&lt;br /&gt;9)corkscrew (damn. 360 turn scared the shit out of me)&lt;br /&gt;10)cyclone (first ride i took in my life. made my heart pop)&lt;br /&gt;11)flying coaster (new ride. didn't even scream. too tired for the day. lol)&lt;br /&gt;12)super tobbogun (brake-less. and guess what. i got whacked on the head on the way up this time. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;daymm. all practically&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;pulled my heart out of my chest!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i hate it when it's going down.&lt;br /&gt;plus, i'm shit afraid of heights and all this has to happen.&lt;br /&gt;but, it was damn fun. :BB&lt;br /&gt;oh well, won't be going there anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;before the theme park thingy on saturday, i went to genting on friday.&lt;br /&gt;went by lrt. from kelana jaya to gombak! damn far.&lt;br /&gt;then, we took a bus up to genting.&lt;br /&gt;followed by the cable car to take us to the peak. XD&lt;br /&gt;went for 'fly'.&lt;br /&gt;the show.&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;got hot guys and the chics were pretty hot too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;overall, this has been a great experience since the last time i went which was 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;now, next year, i'm aiming for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-5587420368921603667?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5587420368921603667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=5587420368921603667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/5587420368921603667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/5587420368921603667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-from-genting-d.html' title='back from genting. :D'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-206937983352271142</id><published>2007-07-30T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:49:16.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all moving too fast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;oh god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;wtf is going on right now?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;the whole misunderstanding-wanna-kill-you-now kinda shit is so fucking stressful la kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;can't you just fucking get out of my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;stay in your own and mind your own damn business la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;one more thing, i can't believe my very own best friends totally betrayed me from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;now, that shit hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;revenge is all in my mind right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;don't mess with me and my emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;things will turn shit ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well, knowing that she betrayed me long before this issue, now, that's drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well, let's see what we can do about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;put it this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the guy she likes, fallen for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*shrugs* TOO BAD?! WTF CAN I DO ABOUT IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;don't say i STOLE YOUR BOY WHEN HE'S NOT EVEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOURS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;OMG WEI. i so can't believe this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;what are true friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;haha. let me tell you this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;you really played the game shit well for me to trust you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i learnt that YOU can't be trusted with nuts no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;you live your life with your pesky lil friends and i live my own life with my true friends and oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;maybe my life has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;YOUR CRUSH&lt;/span&gt; in it too. oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;like i give a shit anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;what-e-ver, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;you pushed me to this stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-206937983352271142?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/206937983352271142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=206937983352271142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/206937983352271142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/206937983352271142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-moving-too-fast.html' title='all moving too fast.'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-2299930410973088871</id><published>2007-07-26T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:30:54.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D time for some fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm about to leave for genting in less than 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;skipped school today. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well, missed arnold's lil surprise for alice, BUT! i've yet to get the full news on it. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh well, taking LRT to the cable station then, taking the cable car up to the highlands. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;daymm, it's gonna be shit load of fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BE-EARLY BIRTHDAY, ARNOLD! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i hope your 'BIRTHDAY WISH' will come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*nudge nudge alice*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh well, i better get going now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;got some last minute packing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;have fun, my loves. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mwahhhxx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-2299930410973088871?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2299930410973088871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=2299930410973088871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/2299930410973088871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/2299930410973088871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2007/07/d-time-for-some-fun.html' title=':D time for some fun.'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-5703844528536089439</id><published>2007-07-17T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T03:19:27.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh! hard work! "+B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;omg. do you know how much hard work it is to go jogging everyday? T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;bout an hour a day in the evening is seriously shit tiring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ah well. no pain, no gain. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;well, both of my best friends that i said i lost in the first post, came back. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;thank GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;my prayers were answered! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i love you two so much, pinky and zu! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;things are good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;well, apart from a few other ppl that's not really in talking terms with me, everything's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;THE BIGGEST SURPRISE TODAY WAS THAT A NORWEGIAN GIRL CAME TO SCHOOL SAYING SHE'S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIM YEE'S COUSIN!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMFGGGG!!!! O.O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;that was a serious shocker this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;she looks really sweet with nice dirty blonde hair, and grey-ish blue eyes. wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;jealousy seeps in with those beautiful features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AND HER LASHES! AHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;serious shocker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;compare with lim yee? PL-EASE! NOT EVEN CLOSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;oh well. i don't quite wanna blog bout lim yee anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha. well, what else happened today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hmmmm. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nothing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my main intention of this blog is to tell everyone reading this that my best friends are BACK!! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm kinda loving life and everything about it. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;guess this is the up! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;oh yeah! my new fav song-teenagers by my chemical romance!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;IT'S ADDICTIVEEEE! XOXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;P.S alice, take out your earring before it &lt;strong&gt;ROTSSSS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOTS OF LOVE. &lt;33 xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-5703844528536089439?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5703844528536089439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=5703844528536089439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/5703844528536089439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/5703844528536089439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahhh-hard-work-b.html' title='ahhh! hard work! &quot;+B'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-8883793576927593491</id><published>2007-07-16T01:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T01:48:21.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well, things are starting to heal slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;july is here and is half way through now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;time just passes by too quickly to ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;exams are near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;what should i be doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i failed 4 the last test and lots of things happened too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nearly got caught doing LOTS of stuff which nearly led me to being a drop out at the age of 15 in form4. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well, lucky i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i realised a few things bout my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it's somehow, filled with lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;lies are everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and, i lie myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i lie to get away with stuff ALL THE TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it happens almost everyday actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;now, the guilt is sinking in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;that just sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sigh. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and there's this guy that i would like to befriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;but, one problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;he's my best friend's ex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i was like, omg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;what am i to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it's not like i'll like him okayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;not my type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;but, i'm even scared to be friends with this guy cos i can see that my buddy still has a thing for him. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sigh. that's one issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;another one is, teachers seem to just enjoy picking on me. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i don't see the joy in that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;practically EVERY SINGLE TEACHER in school is after me for the TEEENY TINIEST thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;JUST TO GET IT AT ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;urgh. &gt;:[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hmm. what else has happened lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i celebrated my first month with my honey. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha. it was sweeeeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;he made sure everything was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so cautious about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;true enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no mistakes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that day really made me love him even more than ever. haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it really improved our relationship in every way. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;see how a date can change everything, peeps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i made a mistake last time which nearly cost me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;there was a presence of another guy at the time we argued and we nearly broke up. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but, something inside me just told me not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the guilt i had in me was painful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;real painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;until i came to my senses to tell him, i was expecting a painful break up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but, to my surprise,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HE FORGAVE ME! NOT ONLY THAT, HE BLAMED HIMSELF FOR NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME WHICH LED ME TO SCOUTING AROUND!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i was in the state of shock. i mean, who wouldn't?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so, from then on, i learnt the true meaning of the word appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;been changing my attitude ever since. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;he's happy, i'm happpy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)    &lt;33333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-8883793576927593491?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8883793576927593491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=8883793576927593491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/8883793576927593491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/8883793576927593491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/2007/07/healing.html' title='the healing'/><author><name>valerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824327742378941118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839398188014172397.post-8823377561775006121</id><published>2007-06-28T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T18:58:38.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody june.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;god. i hate june somehow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;trust me, i'm not the only one who thinks so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;apart from the fact that one good thing that happened to me was to find someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all the other shit stuff just sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;urgh. &gt;:[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, the good thing is that, i found two really true friends that didn't change their attitude since the beginning of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;those two are the ones that i can trust the most right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without them, i would be crying day and night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thanks to you two, alice and jen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love you. :3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the rest, all forming their own clique somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, i'm still surviving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even my best friends for 2 years have changed into someone i myself can't explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yes there's times where she's still the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but, mostly, nowadays, the way she treats me and a few others is just so different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm using the word few others because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;OBVIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; i'm not alone in this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quite a number has agreed with me that she's changing to something where i don't really know how to put it since she's been my buddy for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but, if she were to be someone i'm not close to, i'll just simply use the word, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;sorry to say, hunn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it really sucks and hurts to say it but i just can't see you turn into one yet sit there quietly without saying anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it's your choice to see who were your true friends from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;for your information, your love one and your other best friends have noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i hope this gets to you somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we want you back, my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we're trying to save you back while we still can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;for other ppl who changed, i can't say anything because i just got to know you for a few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i've no right to ask you to change as i can see how much hatred you have in you over something i said as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i was just trying to be nice to tell you that you're changing and that ppl were talking bout you and it just got backfired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you're upset just cos i don't want more ppl to talk about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gee. thanks, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you really made me proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i was there for you when you were down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i was the one helping you in any situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i was the one who waited for you when everyone left you all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but, this is what i get to show how much you appreciate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i never knew you would change so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;or maybe i just got the wrong impression of you from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;whatever happens, i did my job as a good friend to tell you bout how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i hope this gets to you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;take care, my dears. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i wish i can say that to you two in the face like i used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;guess our friendship really ends here. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1839398188014172397-8823377561775006121?l=valerie-mystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valerie-mystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8823377561775006121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1839398188014172397&amp;postID=8823377561775006121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1839398188014172397/posts/default/8823377561775006121'/><link rel='self' 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