<?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-1914943943208961550</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:21:34.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i said i love you, i meant forever.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leslyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266783971138129061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vK_FPzAkK10/SSAdyaJUuPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xNSvdVWoDFM/S220/starbucks.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914943943208961550.post-5974048245819386265</id><published>2009-02-20T04:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T05:32:15.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Not much updated huh? I've been going through a lot these days. Pain and sorrow. I feel like the world's too small for happiness and pain to be fit in together. Yes, i'm sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;First of all, Derek, the guy I, Larianne crushes on is officially leaving. Not really official. Sorta. Justin told me everything. About the whole scholarship part. I mean, who's stupid enough to turn down that kind of offer right? I get jealous a lot. I'm not even sure if the "fling thing"'s true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;NEXT. I'm confused. Have you every feel like you have to pick between two friends? Well, it's Ria and Paolo. You know the i-won't-talk-to-you-'til-you-say-sorry part right? :| It's like I need to pick one of them. That i can't be friends with both of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NEXT. Paolo and Matthew. They've been fighting since a week or two ago. I know Matthew's been this concerned type of friend in the situation. It's just that i kinda get what Paolo's saying. He has been a lot ,like me. He got a grade that's lower than the usual by three. And him not being part of the top three. Yes, grade conscious much huh? Just try to understand, it may not be that understandable 'coz you don't know his everyday life. He's pressured. Studies, friends, life and family. It just sucks whenever i see him lonely. He's been suffering to much. I actually kinda feel guilty about it. I can't even help him.:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LAST of the First Chapter.. Then sun and the moon's colliding. I'm pressured. There's this friend who has a boyfriend and this boyfriend courts me. Now she's mad. It wasn't my fault if the guy actually did. I don't like this guy anyway 'kay? He's so not my type. Sad you won't listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;always and forever,&lt;br /&gt;Larianne Hale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914943943208961550-5974048245819386265?l=somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5974048245819386265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-much-updated-huh-ive-been-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/5974048245819386265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/5974048245819386265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-much-updated-huh-ive-been-going.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>leslyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266783971138129061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vK_FPzAkK10/SSAdyaJUuPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xNSvdVWoDFM/S220/starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914943943208961550.post-3836651462835024499</id><published>2009-01-16T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:47:22.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i told you to believe me, you never did let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up at exactly 4:00. Eager to get to school early. I immediately ate my breakfast, took a bath and got dressed. I waited for my uncle to get up because the driver was sick so i thought it'd be better if he'll take a rest. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What a SAINT&lt;/span&gt;.:&gt;(cheska. getch mo baa?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I kept changing the station in the radio looking for a song which i'll be able to relate with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"i FOUND IT.:!" i shouted.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Selos by SANDWICH".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course this was it. Since the 12th of January came. It started and it is a fact the Matthew's part of this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Cinderella-who-could-not-still-find-her-happy-ending-story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I was jealous of this girl. She spends too much time with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;him not her&lt;/span&gt;. The way he laughed with her ridiculous jokes. The way he stares at her. The way he comforts her when she's sad. It reminded of how bonded we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;used to be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I talked to him already and he told me that the theories that were running on my mind were pure FALSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was 5:45 when i came to school. It was still dark on the portion of the chapel so i decided to wait for the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the millionth time life proved that the bus part of the trip was the best. We were teasing Louie with Carl Santos. We were laughing and laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First stop was the rice cake factor. We saw how the processed started. Paolo and I were beside each other the whole time and yes, we saw how Ria cursed us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next was the fish factory. We were gonna have our hands on the fish itself.  Callie, Brett and Mariah were being vain. It seems like the factory was a pictorial center. I was having so much time until:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Larianne, here!" Matthew said, showing me the fish he was holding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Shit!" was all i could say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ayiee" The witnesses of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tragedy&lt;/span&gt; said in unison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we said "Byebye" to the our little fish friends. Time to go. We were in a hurry. Racing against time. We gave it our best shot. We gave our all. Unfortunately the bakery was closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then we ate and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Oh damn forget it.What's the point of telling you guys? I was still affected with the Eric &amp;amp; Larianne's friendship break up. He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;was&lt;/span&gt; the perfect friend. He listened to ever word i said. He knows almost everything about me. He knows what to do to certain situation. I guess its time to face the truth. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I miss him more than i've ever imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;always and forever,&lt;br /&gt;larianne hale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914943943208961550-3836651462835024499?l=somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3836651462835024499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-told-you-to-believe-me-you-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/3836651462835024499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/3836651462835024499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-told-you-to-believe-me-you-never.html' title='When i told you to believe me, you never did let go.'/><author><name>leslyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266783971138129061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vK_FPzAkK10/SSAdyaJUuPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xNSvdVWoDFM/S220/starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914943943208961550.post-1683634931781925049</id><published>2009-01-13T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:53:25.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to my brother, Paolo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I wrote this not to make any further scandal about the both of us. We are just friends. PURELY friends. Well, we aren't friends. He's my brother in school and I'm his sister in school. If you effin don't know what's the meaning of brother and sister. Don't worry. I accept the fact that you're an idiot. kidding.:) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lets start of way back when i was in preparatory. It was my first day on my new school. There's was this tradition wherein after the assembly proper you need to the special pre-school dance. I can't remember the song title because that was almost a decade ago. But it goes something like :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"O belinda. Back to back. O belinda. Turn.. "&lt;/span&gt;. On the part of the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;back-to-back&lt;/span&gt;", you need to go grab your partner and sway together. Since Paolo was my first partner, he was the one i needed to do that freaky action with. I remember him wearing that little drummer boy costume. It was weird. He wasn't little. He was huge for a preschooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd part was the way back at 2nd grade. We weren't that close. Not even friends. I still remember him being rumored to be dating with Mary. Not really dating. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Crush crush&lt;/span&gt; thing maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard of anything about him until 5th grade. This was the year when he found &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt; But unfortunately destiny didn't approve of it. It ended with him having no choice but to let go. The girl liked him though. They were just not sure if it was it since they were kinda young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year needed to pass until we were finally in the same classroom and at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how things really happened. It just ended with me and him being &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;fake &lt;/span&gt;siblings. We would talk and talk and talk all day if we had too. We should do our "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;secret hand shake&lt;/span&gt;", which everyone knows, when there's something nice we together did. Being close with him wasn't that smooth. There were some rumors that we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hell NO!&lt;/span&gt;, we aren't together. I think for them, seeing a boy and a girl being so close and telling they're only friends, is pure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantasy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fix thinks. By applying the border line. It was my mission to not talk to him at least for a day. I couldn't stand it anymore. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He looked sad&lt;/span&gt;. I wasn't quite sure if i was part of the misery. So congrats he did it. He persuade me to talk to him again without actually saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of the moment, we are still what we were yesterday. Siblings. We don't care if they'll gossip about us and say: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Hey. Is Larianne and Paolo together?" &lt;/span&gt;and he/she will reply &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Yea. They hold hands."&lt;/span&gt;. FYI. That isn't that. It's a hand shake &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOSERS&lt;/span&gt;. Find a friend and make one. Just don't copy ours. okay sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Paolo:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;                -About the issues.If they can't accept the fact that were just friends, let them be. As long as we're still not crossing the line simply don't mind them OK? I need to talk to you. It's because I've a line up of problems and i think your the only one who'll understand me. We had were on the same situation remember? I told you about JAMES already. By the way I decided to give him another chance. thanks for being there for me always. For being the perfect listener, perfect friend and bro. I want you to know that I'll always be right here. Lets try not to listen to whatever they say.Just take care always. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914943943208961550-1683634931781925049?l=somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1683634931781925049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/tribute-to-my-brother-paolo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/1683634931781925049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/1683634931781925049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/tribute-to-my-brother-paolo.html' title='Tribute to my brother, Paolo.'/><author><name>leslyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266783971138129061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vK_FPzAkK10/SSAdyaJUuPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xNSvdVWoDFM/S220/starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914943943208961550.post-5909749020582422250</id><published>2009-01-10T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:13:02.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The friendship remains the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke pretty early today. I went straight to the computer. I was suppose to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROMEO &amp;amp; JULIET&lt;/span&gt; for the 2 time in my life. But then by the half, I couldn't take the boredom anymore. I know what was going to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It'll end up with The Friar helping Juliet to fake her death to escape the Wedding with David Paris. Then Romeo bought a bottle of poison thinking it was actually true. He walks toward the body of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "DEAD"&lt;/span&gt; Juliet and talks to her. Exactly after a second passed since Romeo drank the poison, Juliet's wake up time arrived. She saw Romeo holding the bottle of Poison and quickly stood up and talked to him for the last seconds of his life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Then Romeo dies while Juliet comes after killing herself using a gun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first time i watched it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i cried&lt;/span&gt;. No kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After realizing that part. I hurried and double clicked the Yahoo Messenger icon. I waited for a couple of Second. Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;POP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Camilla the girl I saw yesterday send me a message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Larianne. You completely ignored me yesterday." She complained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sorry. You ignored me first." I defended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ignored you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I kept looking at you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Then why didn't you say HI?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Because you didn't say HI."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You wanna know the truth?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Truth? What truth?" She was confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I'm Jealous."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Why are you jealous?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Because every time you go to our school you always bond with Micah. Tell me. Was there even a time when you visited our school and left with me by your side.? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/XO3371%7E1.YOU/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/XO3371%7E1.YOU/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I don't know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You never did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Fine. Then it's my fault now huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/XO3371%7E1.YOU/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It's not like that. It's just that you we never got to bond together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/XO3371%7E1.YOU/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/XO3371%7E1.YOU/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/XO3371%7E1.YOU/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I was going to ask you. I was afraid your close friends who was there with you might think my being close to you even if i wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Camille. They know you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I always tell stories about you&lt;/span&gt;. Fine. I'm sorry. The next time you visit i'll talk to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;COLDNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The word came again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;How long does it have to be with me&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think she was mad at me. It wasn't my fault if i felt that way. But a part of it was my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; She was always important to me. Why? Simply because she was the one who was there when the BEST FRIEND-friendship between me and my former best friend Kyla ended. She was the one to tell "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Don't worry. I'm still here for you. I'll be your best friend whether you like it or not." &lt;/span&gt;part. Whatever happens after that conversation I'll still be her friend. I'll always be there for her. I'll always be thankful for her existence. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Too bad she doesn't know how much i love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914943943208961550-5909749020582422250?l=somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5909749020582422250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/friendship-remains-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/5909749020582422250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/5909749020582422250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/friendship-remains-same.html' title='The friendship remains the same'/><author><name>leslyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266783971138129061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vK_FPzAkK10/SSAdyaJUuPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xNSvdVWoDFM/S220/starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914943943208961550.post-6937742616903153580</id><published>2009-01-10T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:38:19.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twist in my story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke fully aware that my Ipod was dead. I was surprised after i realized.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; It didn't survive the sleeping hours. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How i wish i did too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't tell the whole thing. I mean. It was the same:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; the colds and the ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was with Raphael, Mariah and Louie, We were laughing. Laughing with the teacher though. We were on the share-what-you-did-last-Christmas-vacation part. And eventually everything ended. Its freaky Friday. Tomorrow's Saturday. FUN.FUN.FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I  noticed how Paolo looked like. I was worried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Pao. You okay? You seem like you're on a bad mood." I confronted him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It's not really the way things worked today.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's just you&lt;/span&gt;" he revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Me? What did i do now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You talked to everyone in this whole room except me. I don't know if its just because you don't feel like doing it or it's because you're ignoring me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I froze. I never thought he'd say things like that. I was determined to explain. So we went down together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It's like our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;friendship's forbidden&lt;/span&gt;. We do things that normal close friends do. It's just that I don't know why they keep adding things to it. I won't be surprised if one day when we say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"HI"&lt;/span&gt; to each other. They'll actually take it as a evidence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh. I understand. I know how you feel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hmm. sorry for what i did today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It's okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He moved out. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We were beside each other,together for short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey,. I'll go before someone sees us. They're gonna gossip again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was with Mariah, Callie and Brett. Mariah was talking about how she misses Sir Larry when-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sir Philip!Sir Philip!" I shouted while i pointed my finger at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We ran towards him. I was last. I never had the passion for running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sir. Where are you going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Pasig. I need to go home. It's been 2 weeks since i last went there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"BYE SIR." we shouted. together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Bye. Callie. Don't forget about that thing i told you to finish okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were bored. The bonding we had that moment was the product of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt;. We never had plans. I mean. I think them without me, had one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Quickly anyone?" Mariah offered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went pass the gate.  When we came cross Micah's group of friends. They all said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Hi'&lt;/span&gt;. I noticed someone was not in the same outfit as the ones around her. I stopped and looked at her one more time. Okay. Now i know. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camilla&lt;/span&gt;. Someone who I been talking and sharing secrets to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We only walked. We wanted to have more bonding moments. We talked about our past and presents. We were having so much fun when we noticed we were already in front of the store we decided to go to. It was full. Full of Second Year students. We decided to wait. Until I saw something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Could we go to Lotsa Pizza instead? It just across the street" I asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They hesitated at first. But then they agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We chose our pizza and beverage. We contributed 50 each. We chatted about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Paolo and Matthew and Theodore and Marco and Sir Larry&lt;/span&gt; until the pizza came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why isn't the hot sauce hot?" Callie asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Add more." I told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had 2 slices each. After eating my last I felt the hotness the hot sauce brought. I told them about it. They advised me candy. There wasn't candy anywhere. So i decided to wait 'til we find the nearest store. I was suppose to get the money to buy a candy when i felt the hotness disappear. What happened? No idea. It was like magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We waited for a Samaritan to come. The tricycle driver came. Finally. Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then in a minute we were in school again. Just in time. It was just the dismissal of the others. Callie needed to go already so she did. The Mariah and Brett just watched the varsity of the 5th and 6th graders play their thing. While i watched the sun set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Home. Well, i had my appetite but i still didn't each much. I went to bed early. I just sat there. Comparing yesterday and today. Big difference huh? I sat there for a couple of minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I went to my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I checked if Paolo was online. He was, so I clicked him and chatted with him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Pao. you mad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Nope. No harsh feelings?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Yeah sure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Promise me we'll never fight again&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Promise. So are you my brother again? Coz if you don't wanna. its okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Their just jealous. because they aren't lucky enough to be my sis&lt;/span&gt;. I'm cool with that. You stupid. Why won't i be?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Hahaha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You're bester than best.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Not as bester than you&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember i needed to finish a book. I was near to ending it. So i turned off the computer. And grabbed it. After an hour. It was official. 3 down 1 to go. I still don't have the 4th one,. The bookstore said the book may be out by 3rd week of the month. I needed to wait. Then i'll be off to read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Clique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to my bed for the last time for today. I lie down. Thinking of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T A Y L O R D A N I E L L A U T N E R&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then i closed my eyes and tried to imagine how we looked together. Unknowingly I fell asleep. At least i slept with a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thanks to Mariah,Callie,Brett,Paolo and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my boyfriend JACOB BLACK. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914943943208961550-6937742616903153580?l=somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6937742616903153580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/twist-in-my-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/6937742616903153580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/6937742616903153580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/twist-in-my-story.html' title='Twist in my story'/><author><name>leslyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266783971138129061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vK_FPzAkK10/SSAdyaJUuPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xNSvdVWoDFM/S220/starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914943943208961550.post-3994684783031156772</id><published>2009-01-08T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:34:44.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll wave goodbye. tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was it. The day i hated. School's back. Christmas vacation was over. Back to normal. I woke up at around 4:30 in the morning. I didn't eat much last night but still i wasn't in the mood for eating at the moment. I waited until 5:15 am. It was the official time for bathing. I kept thinking: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;should i really go to school- i mean yeah Matthew the guy you- damn. no. Matthew's there. He's the one most reason you don't wanna go to school remember, idiot. &lt;/span&gt;Still i had no choice but to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Martin was the first to greet me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey Larianne!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hi Martin!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Their was silence between us. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"SILENCE"&lt;/span&gt; didn't include the conversation of Patrick, Theodore and Gerard, talking about some weird computer games they were addicted too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He broke the silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I brought the wallet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What wallet?"I was confused. I was curious.Honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I asked him to show it. He did. I was shocked. I never thought he'd use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You're the best Martin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had classes. What a bore. Well not for long. Science class changed my mood.  I was talking to Matthew. The guy who i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; think&lt;/span&gt; I'm over with. I don't know why i turned to him. Something whispered he'll be the perfect listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll it was kinda part of the bore thing. He commented weird things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;SILENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-they come so close too often today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Larianne and Matthew's sitting closed to each other!" Mariah commented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't reply. What was i suppose to say? It was true. I don't wanna lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By that time, I decided to talk to Demi who was alone. Poor her. She was left by her friend,Pauline. I pity her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We talked about life. To my surprise we were on the same situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"There's something missing. It's like you wanna leave and look for it."&lt;/span&gt;She'll say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I noticed the coldness between me,Pauline,Cassandra and Ria. They were together. I felt like i wasn't needed anymore. I ignored them, thinking it was the best thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day was over. I walked long with Selina. Then we got to chat with Pauline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Selina! Let's talk inside the bus." Pauline invited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sure thing Pau! I will if Larianne's gonna sit beside Matthew." she requested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I rolled my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i went and grab Helen's hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Lets buy. My treat."she accepted.&lt;br /&gt;What a lifesaver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We bought chocolates and water.-Nice way to start the Diet routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When we came, I saw Eric with another girl. I'm used to it. I'm honest. He's a flirt. That's for sure. His presence reminded me of misery. How bad the day was to me. But then the voice of the most special devil called my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey Larianne! Are you okay?" Matthew asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And just like always, my friends who were there teased me. I'm used to it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't answer. I could just answer him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;! It's like i had no more voice to say "nope. I'm not okay.", even if it was the truth. Sure, i wasn't okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I wanted to breakdown. Since the coldness between the four of us. I felt like my existence was the greatest mistake God made. I feel like i was useless. I doubted if my friends really were my friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went home feeling sick. I change my clothes. I didn't eat a lot again. It's not because of the diet thing. I don't know. It's just that i didn't feel like it.  I only ate a waffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ran toward the computer to finish our IP project.And i did. With a big help of Martin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that I talked to Matthew. He started it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Is Paolo online?" I got confused. He could have answered that. He had Paolo's email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Nope." Still i answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Thanks for the concern." I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I was joking. It was fun though. You fell in through the trap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That wasn't funny. There's time for fun and one for seriousness. It's 2 different things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm sorry. As if you don't do it too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Then fine. Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told him i wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why'd you wanna die? You're just being an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Of course not. It's kinda hard explaining to someone who can't understand you.I'll explain tomorrow,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sure.Hey gotta go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah. okay bye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"bye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then what's left was to do than think of the things that happened today in school while I'm in my bedroom. I was thinking while listening to music. I started to cry.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Darn!&lt;/span&gt; This can't be. But i realized i had enough reasons to do so. So i continued to do it. I listened song after song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish there was at least one person who could understand me. I Wished and wished and wished until i closed my little eyes to rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's  left installed for me tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Misery" &lt;/span&gt;I answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914943943208961550-3994684783031156772?l=somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3994684783031156772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-wave-goodbye-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/3994684783031156772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/3994684783031156772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-wave-goodbye-tonight.html' title='I&apos;ll wave goodbye. tonight.'/><author><name>leslyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266783971138129061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vK_FPzAkK10/SSAdyaJUuPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xNSvdVWoDFM/S220/starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914943943208961550.post-7975799123148813245</id><published>2009-01-05T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:58:09.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thunder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was gonna hit the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;publish now&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; button. When something hit my head like lightning. So quickly i changed the entry and made it to this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt; is someone from my past. He loved me yeah. I loved him too. I made him wait.He did wait for me. I made the mistake not him. I know i did hurt him. But he moved on already. He already found someone who'd love him more than i did. Someone who loves him and wont make him wait. I did too. I  moved on. I like someone else too. Someone who'll keep his promises. Someone who'll keep the waiting promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We thought we could last for a a life time. But we thought wrong. Everyone knew about us. When someone says "It's Larainne." They say "Oh. James' girl?". And they say the same thing when they say his name. They'll say his mine. I met his sister. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;the girl her brother waited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;she kept on emphasizing that part.. She says his brother's obsessed with me which i don't believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't wanna site things we'd say and do for each other any further. Its time to erase his memories in me. I need to forget bout him. The liking and the loving. The time when he used to buy me ice cream. How he used to act when he shows that he's jealous coz' i told him &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;JOE JONAS&lt;/span&gt; is the most handsome guy in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every thing's just pure part of HISTORY. Time to move on. Time to take a bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914943943208961550-7975799123148813245?l=somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7975799123148813245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/thunder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/7975799123148813245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/7975799123148813245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/thunder.html' title='thunder.'/><author><name>leslyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266783971138129061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vK_FPzAkK10/SSAdyaJUuPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xNSvdVWoDFM/S220/starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1914943943208961550.post-2617954323099093145</id><published>2009-01-02T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:12:28.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To begin with.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So you're about to know who i really am. My name's Larianne. I used to be a girl who was ignored way back when i was in 5th Grade. But now that i met a bunch of new friends. Ignored? not anymore. I met friends like&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Karlo, Elaine, Jasmine and Kamilla&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But before i had finally had these amazing people, i had someone who understood me and loved me for who i was. We never really met personally. Who is he? He's &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, someone who up to now is the very exact person who i cant move on too. I just dont know why. There's just something about him. It's as if he went to a witch to cast spells on me and that bitchy witch may accidently forgot to tell James that the spell would last a lifetime. It's kinda long story, yah know? haha. There's too many highlights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'll start tomorrow. alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1914943943208961550-2617954323099093145?l=somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2617954323099093145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-begin-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/2617954323099093145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1914943943208961550/posts/default/2617954323099093145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedayyoullthinkofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-begin-with.html' title='To begin with.'/><author><name>leslyyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266783971138129061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vK_FPzAkK10/SSAdyaJUuPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xNSvdVWoDFM/S220/starbucks.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
