Im a girl called Valerie Chua,
or you may call me val.lolli.
Born on 20041995,
and that's the reason for my blog url,
I love school because it's where my friends are,
and i get to learn wuber lots there.
I love my family and friends for they are who i am today.
Just so u know, i lurrveeeeee myself, and my life.
AND not forgetting the trees, which i love too.
AND photography. AND art!
They just make me go bonkers over them :D
Proud to be a part of:
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misc
I have facebook
I'm in track and field
I'm in AEP
I <3 201/410!
I want to do art better, and be proud of my works.
(haven't been able to yet)
I hope to smile more :D
I wish to keep in contact with all my friends
I want to be happy, and make others happy
I want to be thankful in life
and many more.
Tagboard
Friday, May 15, 2009 @ 4:37 AM
"help me! I'm drowning..." but no one helps, stares, and laugh. my voice fades away, and soon carried away by the sea tides.
it's 7:38, friday 15May09 im finally blogging again.
life's _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _!
i think i'm going to bang my head on the wall soon. then i'll bleed and die. will you clap, and say w-o-a-h, s-h-e d-i-e-d. or will you cry, and shed some tears for this friend of yours.
people change.every minute. every second.people change. from good to bad/vice versa. people change.and i feel terrible.
valerie hasn't had her dinner, though it's cooked in the rice cooker. she's having herself for accompany now. and she's tired. tired of the world. tired. tired. tired. i think i need to block my mind, and format my brain. so i'll start anew, and forget. forget.
sometimes i wonderif im just being sensitive, or what kev said: a sense of insecurity when i thought i needed close friends, just a few, that 'd do, everybody drifts away. when i thought this year 'd fine, at least, not as bad as '08, everything goes astray. when i thought im finally happy at school, everything seems to be changing in its way.
i think i ain't born to a life full of friends. i guess im just supposed to be alone. tearing alone. laughing alone. shouting alone. i guess that'd be the best for everybody.
have i changed? i HATE myself.
i want to be 12, then perhaps i'll always be happy. and no worries. no heartbreaks. no sadness. no tireness. no sensitiveness. nothing
"It hurts. It hurts. Everything. All over. Goodnight"
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