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nostalgia.

disclaimer! :D

WHEEEE!

you're at: www.myperfectlies.blogspot.com
the Ms is: Melissa Ng
started since: 05-12-1991
contents: diary

sentimental.

about yourself!
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LOVES!

shopping,clothes,shoes,books,twilight;D edward cullen, and my dearest cousin !<3

HATES!

Loads and loads and mountains of mountains of homework!! school! D: WISHES! Get straight or curvy "A" for studies :D

ChatAboutIt;D.

HearThis!


First Love - Utada Hikaru

leave.

CREDITS!

By chantel
Base Code & Inspiration pride.avenue:D
Images introvertevent welder bora
Lyrics Avril Lavigne's When You're Gone

ARCHIVES!

December 2008
January 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

I feel so miserable. I can’t believe that some people think that vomiting is a choice. Forget it.

Today was horrible.

Running over Singapore trying to find a piece of cloth was not exactly my idea of fun. But because we were together, it was.

I wonder will these times last, I no longer believe in forever.

No matter how tiring it was, it was worth it.

Someone told me letting go is painful.

But nothing is more painful than hanging on to things without a dim of hope.

Illusions are painful because they bring false hopes.

By the time you understand, I’d already have gone.


12:12 AM
A sentimental yearning.