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Th Girl next Door.
I am Melissa swl, I don't believe that typing craps here will make you understand me. I'm complicated but I like simplicity. Colours and delicious bites are loved, Friends &Family keeps me going. Seventeen, older every 6august.Studying in Tampines ITE year 1, SD FTD091C rocks your socks. Likes being random, photography and bridal shots. Pretty things catch my eyes, I'm not good in expressing. Well, it sucks t be me.
My Faith Is Shaking.



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{ screw th people who screw you life. }

words words words, caution.

Tired, my eyes were like O.O when I woke up tday. ):
So today was likeeee . Wake up , raining, went work, diet, end work, eat , home and sleeping soon. gee, I feel so tired of everything. Sometimes being alone really gives me time t think hard and think real. :/ Been trying to hide from the fact, been trying to tell myself it all isn't true. Yet one single night and everything bit of unhappiness was laid right infront of me. Geez, i don't care who said what or who screwed who. I just know that we were all not being true right from the start.

Okeeeee on a happier note, I finally cleared th big rock on my heart. :D I confessed, I told the truth, I spoke my heart out and finally I shopped my bank out. :/ Mm, kay the last one is not totally true .. I think I'm falling sick already. The weather's such an ass, and my body clock is definitely not tuned. Rahr, pardon for th bad temper. Seems like the weather's controlling my temper too. ): Sales hasn't improved, I don't wish to see history repeat again. Seems like I'm not someone who can prevent things from happening uh. ): Really tired , guess I'm gna turn in with a heavy heart again.

xoxomello,
I missed what used to be,
I missed who you used to be,
I missed whom we used to be,
I just missed who used to happen. :/

Sunday, March 21, 2010 @ 1:22 AM