<link rel="me" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06046814336578779912" /> <link rel="openid.server" href="http://www.blogger.com/openid-server.g" /> <!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(http://www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/697174003-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head> <body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener("load", function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <iframe src="http://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID=7586317460783112896&amp;blogName=a+story+of+my+own&amp;publishMode=PUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT&amp;navbarType=BLUE&amp;layoutType=CLASSIC&amp;searchRoot=http://unbriefly.blogspot.com/search&amp;blogLocale=en_US&amp;homepageUrl=http://unbriefly.blogspot.com/&amp;vt=7060201413839362830" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" height="30px" width="100%" id="navbar-iframe" allowtransparency="true" title="Blogger Navigation and Search"></iframe> <div></div>

Monday, December 3, 2007

So I started up with my first skin.
And I got really nice comments.

For a beginner. :)
Thank you, loves.

Im staying home today, let's hope i'll do another skin.

Posted at 12:20 AM

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Hello everyone.
This is a really cooky idea to come up with an anonymous blog.
I've never thought actually I will share things of me around.
But who knows? Who will actually read this shit anyway.

I will speak about things of my life, but i will not reveal anything
about me. That includes where I study, my email and more other sites...
But it's okay, I can give you a little information of myself.

I am a girl age fourteen. Im turning fifteen next year, which i don't really
know if it's a good perspect. Because the older you get, hmm, the more
trouble you get.

So true?

Okay, so i shall start.

I come from a school where the "jocks" dates the "cheerleaders" and the "cheerleaders" dates the "jocks". Well, not exactly cheerleaders, but THE group of girls.
Surprise surprise, i am not in THE group.
But I go to school in the morning everyday of the school day, never failing to pass by the ever heart throbbing group of jocks but i guess i am, well, i should say invisible.
They never really noticed. But then again, so what?

It's crazy how come fourteen year olds get thinking complicated things in life like bgr and things. Like hello, we've got more important things to focus on.

So since we're at the topic...
Some few months ago i was so certain I fell for the most gorgeous boy in school.
Certain. For me that is.
He was a gentleman, he was in my class, he's smart, athletic.
It's supposedly perfect. All day long, i would stare and stare hard into that smile but that stare never seemed to come back at me.

Silly. yeah.

So I tried making a move, I spoke to him through messenger chats.
But he seemed so close yet so far.
The longer I spoke to him, the better I got to know.
The better I got to know, I felt the dislike.
But I wasn't sure.

It feels like I am suppose not to fall for such an ass
but still, I cannot forget.

Where should I go, from here?

Posted at 2:45 AM

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

my boo

Posted at 8:34 AM



unbriefly.blogspot

I'll try my best,
To Forget.

profile

I will stay invisible.

tagboard


links

NA

credits

Layout & Image: !zrow