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  <title>it&apos;s all about ME.</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 08:53:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Lately I&apos;ve been crying myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s like... something missing. &lt;i&gt;And I can&apos;t really figure out what&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been missing &lt;b&gt;Tuan&lt;/b&gt; like crazy, and it&apos;s weird. I don&apos;t know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I&apos;m late for school &amp;amp; Patrick isn&apos;t here yet to pick me up. What a life.&lt;br /&gt;bye.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 07:31:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupidhormones.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 07:28:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hmm</title>
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  <description>I was reading my old diary, and I&apos;ve come to realized that &lt;b&gt;I hellah changed&lt;/b&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;One thing&apos;s for sure tho, and that&apos;s &lt;i&gt;me being the happiest I&apos;ve ever been&lt;/i&gt; =]. I&apos;m more happy now than I was 12 months ago, years even. Although I started the year off on a bad note, I&apos;m for sure ending it on a great one. I love where I am in life, and the things I&apos;ve done and will continue to do. &lt;b&gt;I love my boyfriend&lt;/b&gt; more than anything in this world. He&apos;s so close to being &lt;i&gt;family&lt;/i&gt; that I love him just as much. Just couple more years, I&apos;m sure of it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his mom, well his family. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;They&apos;re hellah funny, and so welcoming. I love spending time in that house of his, even when it&apos;s just laying down and watching television. I am so going over tomorrow morning, after church haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to visit my brother already. I don&apos;t know if I&apos;m approved yet, but I should be getting notified sometime this month about it. Gosh. I wonder if Tuan would like to come, and if he did, that&apos;s another 2 months of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I&apos;m taking very good care of myself. I&apos;ve been trying to stress less, but whatever. I&apos;m trying to get rid of my anger, but it&apos;s hard. It&apos;s so easy to get mad nowadays. Hahaha. I thank God &lt;b&gt;Tuan&lt;/b&gt; has the patience and tolerance to understand mee and what I go through =]. Love love LOVE the beezy &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 04:37:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hmm..</title>
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  <description>I wonder if she&apos;s already found this LJ, but if not I&apos;ll address this entry to her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeraldine&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you. You know exactly who you are.&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re one fucking... person.&lt;br /&gt;You put this image to the world as if you&apos;re struggling SO HARD in life, when in fact the people surrounding you are helping you out. You supposedly got kicked out, and who was &lt;i&gt;right there&lt;/i&gt; to help? My family. Unlike some other people, they remain stranded and hopeless. You have your parents giving you whatever you want, and so what if they&apos;re not truly there like you say they aren&apos;t? &lt;i&gt;They&apos;re still in your life&lt;/i&gt;. Ugh, you&apos;re just full of shit, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you&apos;re very fake, yes, fake. The fakest bitch I&apos;ve ever met in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I&apos;m the last one to figure that shit out. What a fuckin&apos; life.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so many other people think you&apos;re fake too. Doesn&apos;t that suck? Ha. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;You lie your ass off so people can feel sorry for you. What the fuck ever.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t believe you were ever pregnant. Or if Chance is really the baby&apos;s father.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I don&apos;t even think you two were together.&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a fuckin&apos; river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You&apos;re dead to me now&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can&apos;t fuckin&apos; take responsibilities for your actions. How I know? What makes me say this?&lt;br /&gt;Look where our fuckin&apos; friendship stands? &lt;i&gt;Down the fuckin&apos; drain&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re one ungrateful person.&lt;br /&gt;And shameless, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go off to LA. I honestly don&apos;t care. I just asked because I really wanted to know if you were leaving. Why? Cus I wanted you out of my house already.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s either you pay my mother every fuckin&apos; month&lt;br /&gt;or you pay 175 for that termination fee.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s no option, it&apos;s mandatory. Or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, quit tryna act like you so gee..&lt;br /&gt;last time I checked, you ran to the office when someone came up to you.&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAA. So much for a gee, right?&lt;br /&gt;And your homies? Where were they when you got kicked out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&apos;m starting to believe they ain&apos;t real&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Oh trust me, if I see you... I will confront. So if I were you, and if you wanted to avoid my wrath,&lt;br /&gt;pay my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re lucky. Very fuckin&apos; lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t come back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t show your face to me.&lt;br /&gt;Keep my name out your mouth.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2007 06:38:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Soooooo</title>
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  <description>Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I&apos;ll be spending it with 3 different families, but it will all be worth it. &lt;i&gt;I&apos;m sure of it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful and very fortunate to be &lt;b&gt;alive&lt;/b&gt; and on this Earth without any bodily complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;September 6&lt;/i&gt; will always be embedded in my brain, and it will always have an impact on my life &amp;amp; how I live it.&lt;br /&gt;The only &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; thing that ever came from that night was the realization of how much I truly care for &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Tuan&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Four days of being officially together, and there he was already capturing the one thing I&apos;ve held close... &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;my heart&lt;/span&gt;. With him, I have learned to never hold back.. especially with my tears, although being with him has caused to cry less and &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; more. He is my sweetest escape from all misery, and I am very lucky to have him apart of my life... apart of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;. Throughout my oh so wonderful year, they&apos;ve stood by me and supported me with every move I have made. They have seen me suffer, and found every possible answer to help ease the pain. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;And it worked&lt;/span&gt;. I love them for being who they are to me. It makes me acknowledge who I truly want to be become, and where I really need to be. My true happiness lies within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; I have.&lt;br /&gt;This year was really tough when it came to dealing with friends. I&apos;ve lost some,&amp;nbsp; but then I&apos;ve gained &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;so many&lt;/span&gt; that mean so much more. One thing for sure, I can never be friends with a person that is a compulsive &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;liar&lt;/span&gt;, and feeds off drama. I need better people in my life than those dwelling on the past. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Get over it&lt;/span&gt;, and live life. Oh, and please purchase your own fashion sense, thanks.</description>
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