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Melissa's
Melissa,

One of a kind,
People call me Mel.
I♥LIFE








Thursday, June 2, 2011

Hi Mr Nate (:
This is my post for week 5.
School is getting better. For once, when I thought everything was crashing down on me, the sun shone and created a rainbow for me.
This is just the beginning of life. (:
I am happy with what I have now.
I love the people who are around me. They have very nice and they have been there for me when times were hard. I really appreciate them & I hope they will never leave.
Thank you all (':


Blogged @ 12:24 PM


Saturday, May 28, 2011

Hi Mr Nate.
This is my post for the 4th week.
I don't know if you're even reading this, somehow I don't think you are.
Okay. I've been crying a lot for the past couple of days.
Might be quitting school. I don't know.
My mind's in a mess. I hope I'd continue working hard. I'll continue clenching my fists and grinding my teeth.
School is a mess. Somehow I think Chef Lynn dislikes me? I don't know. I'm so unsure. So afraid. Somehow I think she's against me in everything I do. I always get blamed for little misunderstandings & they really hurt.
I guess that's all. Bye.


Blogged @ 9:52 AM


Thursday, May 26, 2011

Hi Mr. Nate.
This is my post for the third week.
Life is just starting to get harder in school.
Migraine's getting worse.
Whatever it is, I'll try my best to push myself.
It's getting more and more tiring everyday.
I'm young, & I don't have a social life ALL THANKS TO SCHOOL.
Just wanna' graduate and get out of the school soon.
Okay. I'm done. Thanks. bye.


Blogged @ 9:04 PM


Sunday, May 8, 2011

Marilyn Manson

"Part of me is afraid to get close to people because I'm afraid they're going to leave." -Marilyn Manson

Hi, Mr Nate.
This week, I wanna' blog about me.
From young, I've been pretty much left alone by my family.
I'd be doing my stuffs alone and they'll be doing theirs.
This home, it's just like another place for me to sleep in.
I didn't have much friends, even up 'till now.
I'm afraid of making new friends & that people wouldn't like me for who I am.
I'm afraid of getting close to people, because I'm afraid they'd leave.
I'm afraid of history repeating itself.
Until now, I wouldn't dare to let my guards down.
I was backstabbed very badly back in secondary school.
It was me against the world.

To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark.
To be kicked when you're down, feeling like you've been pushed around.

It felt so bad. It feels like it's only me in my world.
I gotta' depend on myself for everything. No one's there to even hear you out.
I fear being alone, but most of the times I'm all by myself.
I hate being like this. Getting hurt so easily by words people say.
I'm so afraid of hurtful words.

I'm a very 'closed' person. I tend to keep almost everything to myself.
I do more thinking than talking.
Whenever some of my friends have their own problems & they talk to me about it, I'd try my best to help.
But what about me opening up to others.
I have thought about opening up, but it's just so hard for me to do that. I end up not being myself, & transforming into a completely different person.
I don't choose to be this way. I am so afraid of everything.

Tears are rolling down as I type on this keyboard.
Sometimes I wish all this would end.
Sometimes I wish I had a pair of listening ears & someone who gives me advises.
Sometimes I wish I don't exist...
It's easier to smile and pretend that I'm happy than trying to explain why I'm not.

This song. It's an old song but it never fails to bring me to tears whenever I listen. I'd hope you'd spend some time to listen. This is exactly how I'm feeling.





You might be thinking that I'm trying to seek some attention.
Take some time and think again.
This is me. Welcome to my life.


Blogged @ 5:28 PM


Sunday, May 1, 2011



This week was pretty hectic.
And though I'm late, I finally found time to mess with the blog's template and blog for my English assignment!
Baked lotsa stuffs yesterday.
Kinda' felt stressed halfway through, Mr. K knows why. (:
I WANNA' GO SHOPPING! Meeting Mr. K tomorrow :D
YAY! More than 5 sentences already!
IN YOUR FACE, ENGLISH ASSIGNMENT! :P
I'M OUTTA' HERE~ KTHXBAI~


Blogged @ 8:58 PM


Monday, May 3, 2010



Okay. I've been busy with school work & work & everything, stressing over maths, science and lotsa things.
But what made me blog so sudden?

I want to blog about this guy, he is my grampa.
Although I hardly get to see him, like once in every half a year, he treated me very nice.
Everytime we went to visit them, he would talk to me and ask me about how old I am now and whatever.
We don't talk much, but he loved all his grandchildren.
As our family is very very big (like more than 40plus people), he treated everyone fair and square.
& I loved him very much.

So my point is.

RIP, GRAND DAD. ❤

P/S: He's my first grandparent who passed away. ):


Blogged @ 1:37 AM


Wednesday, April 21, 2010



Dearest Dao eh aka BFF aka RACHELLIMQIANHUI :

I feel very sad to have received your phone call. I am so disappointed in you. Why did you do such foolish things? I told you to come to school today, but you didn't. Why? Why did you make me so upset? Stupid girl. ): I'll try to visit you on friday. Love you.


Blogged @ 9:57 PM