tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37184801745667408412024-03-19T06:06:57.152-07:00mmmelon head (: a rude awakening, pleasantly dreaming.Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-45918578595802362762010-11-22T15:42:00.000-08:002010-11-22T15:55:58.396-08:00I walked away from it all...I haven't written in this blog in what it seems like forever, too many memories for me to not want to look back but I do, and too many memories that make me want to laugh. Things changed on so many different levels. I am not the girl I once was two years ago, I'm finally legal legal, but not out drinking like I used to.<i> I miss how my friends used to be... </i>I feel like they miss me how I used to be as well. Bittersweet, but that's life, you grow up. <div><br /></div><div>"<b>Don't cling to things, because everything is impermanent.</b>"</div><div><br /></div><div>Good things to come though, I'm positive. Let's make this happen, as I always say.</div>Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-44516993863643019002009-12-17T14:52:00.000-08:002009-12-17T15:22:13.594-08:00strange things will happen ... if you let them.I watched <span style="font-weight: bold;">500 Days Of Summer / District 9 </span>last night (: Thank-you Hollywood, one of the reasons why I still enjoy being employed by you. I had a movie night with one of my best friends boo-boo-face ((: After eating, watching movies, & especially watching 500 Days of Summer. Things like<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> fate, destiny, realism, etc</span>. What are we really living for? " You have to find your true self, before you could love anyone else".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/tumblr_kskq4r5Yp71qzl09po1_500-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 479px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/tumblr_kskq4r5Yp71qzl09po1_500-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You have to truly<span style="font-weight: bold;"> find yourself, love yourself, be thankful, and bask in gratitude. </span>In believing in <span style="font-style: italic;">anything, </span>can make you truly sane.Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-36802190374884829222009-12-15T08:59:00.000-08:002009-12-15T09:05:59.186-08:00all I wanted was you ... all I wanted was you.<span style="font-weight: bold;">I haven't updated in forever :]</span><br /><br />Been busy working two jobs, & schooling it. It's mainly<span style="font-weight: bold;"> customer service / receptionist / front desk.</span> It's interesting. I've also been working out again. It's strange because I really wanted the<span style="font-weight: bold;"> lvac job,</span> because I wanted to be closer to <span style="font-style: italic;">Booface</span>. I see him on occasion, I love our conversations. Even if it lasts for a few minutes or hours. Even if months, it were to fade, he really is one of my best friends. Speaking of <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"best friends"</span>, Fe-Fe hit me up... it seemed like I was avoiding his phone calls, but now-days I barely have time. It's nice to hear from him ever now & then, & even when I have to brush him off, lol. There's just people that'll always have a significance in your life, anytime you have a chance to even look back to see how far you've come to look at what's in front of you. I'm grateful, I'm at the place I'm at right now. I wouldn't have gotten so far without my faith. Eventually I'll have one job, & everything will fall into place. Right now I'm doing my thing. ((=Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-29273400336510482692009-11-08T15:49:00.000-08:002009-12-17T15:22:40.548-08:00can you tell?<span style="font-style: italic;">have I been discreet?<br /><br /></span>So I've come to conclusion in my job front, I need to move on. Being in a company that's about to be bankrupt <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">= </span>no bueno. I'm on the prowl as they would say. I lost my voice for the past two days, I will entirely blame in on the flu season / weird vegas weather. Today I watched<span style="font-weight: bold;"> SLC PUNK</span>.<span style="font-style: italic;">.. </span>that movie is great :] Matthew Lillard is awesome. It's set in the 80's... all about anarchy, and punks.<br /><br /><br /><br />Lately <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I've been attracting all the wrong people.</span> "<span style="font-style: italic;">Fe-fe</span>" has been hitting me up, I haven't had the chance to reply or I couldn't. Too bad for him. And at work, I guess everyone & their mama has a "crush" on me over there. Lol low-key I have a crush on Chris. We all know you don't mix business with pleasure. Oh well, I got my mind on my $$$, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">& </span>$$$ on my mind.Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-33308522022773082832009-11-07T15:09:00.000-08:002009-11-07T15:31:37.486-08:00....or expectations on your whereabouts. & oh, did I let you go?I haven't been updating, I've been sick, & mid-terms are coming up.<br />Lol I have been lagging on working out, I think I miss running daily... I shall get back to that. Other than that, I'm trying to focus on what matters most.Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-51807655899264674422009-11-04T18:08:00.000-08:002009-11-04T18:20:26.057-08:00& in this moment I am happy... happy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CJVdYEGaSuEZu-G8PvJkqWZVxE7zTjzAeYDv1g9Yj0Vm6z_HfEzsuySHlcMLmbpOXffL6pwb0XmEyq1SdSpBKOihw2ZHHo9fQCESiBgFGY7tnEofMLEzpoAajqSz21NUSd9aw-NmA/s1600-h/tumblr_kp204jrQ5v1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9CJVdYEGaSuEZu-G8PvJkqWZVxE7zTjzAeYDv1g9Yj0Vm6z_HfEzsuySHlcMLmbpOXffL6pwb0XmEyq1SdSpBKOihw2ZHHo9fQCESiBgFGY7tnEofMLEzpoAajqSz21NUSd9aw-NmA/s320/tumblr_kp204jrQ5v1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400437992491031170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Last night, had the time of my life. </span>I haven't had one of those in forever. Met up with Christina ! <span style="font-weight: bold;">(yeah she came back to get stuff back to move it out to Texas) </span>Tish, Liz, & Kyle. I seriously missed the old crew, nostalgia hovered over me. Time flies when you're having fun, summer was no exception. It's already November, & I feel the changes in the air <span style="font-weight: bold;">:]</span> The summer breeze is now turning into a winter chill. It's almost been a year, since I've met someone who had a big significance in my life. What ever we are now, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">can never define </span>what we were or what we had become. I'm still living my life. I have another car, new phone, paying for things on my own... the next step is to move out. And everything I've accomplished by myself, I feel like I can do it. I'm thankful to God, seriously there are many times I've had my doubts after everything I've been through, but I never doubted my faith. I don't care what anyone says.Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-60222552269456815112009-11-02T10:20:00.000-08:002009-11-02T11:08:43.460-08:00well I gamble away my time...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHSFMolTn5Dl-fRSlqam02O9dBSO1RBVVABiX53rMJeKZthNW7wdKgJ0fGCaOcT4QJJrIGidEdAdNDIeq3iL1c2SaSL362yj1JjR3NQJJi5KocDvNYf86DIvWyP5mtDUInf6drHU-_Q/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091031_18.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHSFMolTn5Dl-fRSlqam02O9dBSO1RBVVABiX53rMJeKZthNW7wdKgJ0fGCaOcT4QJJrIGidEdAdNDIeq3iL1c2SaSL362yj1JjR3NQJJi5KocDvNYf86DIvWyP5mtDUInf6drHU-_Q/s320/Snapshot_20091031_18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399573287409846658" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So pretty much that was what I was for Halloween (: A Native American... although everyone felt the need to call me Pocahontas.<br />October was horrible but I feel like November will be picking up. It's all in your head. Laws of Attraction baby! I'll update more when I come home... I gotta go <3Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-30850834683659003442009-10-27T16:23:00.001-07:002009-10-27T16:26:31.282-07:00crackberry, literally.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqO7MbUrHxp9zlK5ac0gG7C_dUMgkGXvLCiVCdn5-lmeTtmm-OwE2C0xe8zJA9sOGlgHL1sgJRr5AToC-GBhfrcelGz-2w0PWz6gb8pBkSLGb5Bh3tR-XePE-KPeh4cEyvmuKpU2Xaeg/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091020.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqO7MbUrHxp9zlK5ac0gG7C_dUMgkGXvLCiVCdn5-lmeTtmm-OwE2C0xe8zJA9sOGlgHL1sgJRr5AToC-GBhfrcelGz-2w0PWz6gb8pBkSLGb5Bh3tR-XePE-KPeh4cEyvmuKpU2Xaeg/s320/Snapshot_20091020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397424674474261714" border="0" /></a><br />So I have the new Blackberry 3520 all white, trackpad instead of the ball. Truthfully that whole ball thing was the only thing stopping me getting a blackberry, ever. I never had one in my life, nor an iphone. Let me tell you.... this shit <span style="font-style: italic;">is addicting</span>. haha (: The only downfall, no flash on the camera on the phone, & when I'm on the phone I can't hear when I receive text messages. Other than that... it's true love. (;Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-7465666013643461972009-10-26T19:11:00.000-07:002009-10-26T19:27:05.642-07:00rest in peace baby monster.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtBeo6hlB248lKdZbmWOh56wk4C79kIRt8o9BWuqfI9tPsmj-FQtwPgPGCGH2QRSOkwXGiwVokR3TQF6j37pe2qhOlnUrCiV2Ov6cL3buzqw7fkfI5oWZsDxoFIaKNy-LOCxb1Gfaeg/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090715.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtBeo6hlB248lKdZbmWOh56wk4C79kIRt8o9BWuqfI9tPsmj-FQtwPgPGCGH2QRSOkwXGiwVokR3TQF6j37pe2qhOlnUrCiV2Ov6cL3buzqw7fkfI5oWZsDxoFIaKNy-LOCxb1Gfaeg/s320/Snapshot_20090715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397097590152734098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ApELlgSt7S6UUu7SoCGgHXYZWUT9OYSUuTwfHDw7uveoU99lQ2Rnm9GQTPgeZTbQIvTwLO8wLqHnvkaMWKZMqhjqzYAXByicsjxYXMdFvsDUG9Dj4J8bwceV8YQ0doDX1sG97uZO7A/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090723.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ApELlgSt7S6UUu7SoCGgHXYZWUT9OYSUuTwfHDw7uveoU99lQ2Rnm9GQTPgeZTbQIvTwLO8wLqHnvkaMWKZMqhjqzYAXByicsjxYXMdFvsDUG9Dj4J8bwceV8YQ0doDX1sG97uZO7A/s320/Snapshot_20090723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397097267799589922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3GTTDJOV2S7AEXLUsG7wG-pCsJ4ss5UyxTkTOQNfK-ih9UrbtpIGzZ3_DzMwUXyh3ApF4W14-5zmYt39goa6-IdbnuqYXCKO_Yt0bc9o9eygqdrcpdkTYeQFvryabT11IQS34TiIfQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090609.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3GTTDJOV2S7AEXLUsG7wG-pCsJ4ss5UyxTkTOQNfK-ih9UrbtpIGzZ3_DzMwUXyh3ApF4W14-5zmYt39goa6-IdbnuqYXCKO_Yt0bc9o9eygqdrcpdkTYeQFvryabT11IQS34TiIfQ/s320/Snapshot_20090609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397097147354607954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My cookie monster passed away two days ago :[ It <span style="font-style: italic;">still </span>saddens me. She's in a much better place. She's been sick for weeks before she passed, but I was too ignorant / busy to really see that. Nick tells me, that I couldn't have prevented it, or it was neither my ignorance. Things happen for a reason, for better or worse. I will always have good memories with her. She was my baby mon mon, my cookie monster, baby monster. I will always love that lil' one. Like everyone else, she brought a smile to my face. Poor little thing, you're no longer in pain, probably running free up above. I hope Tiff is watching over her. <3Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-83972661819327155812009-10-16T10:00:00.000-07:002009-10-16T10:32:57.939-07:00it's like an old flame that never dies out.I had tumblr, cheated on blogspot for awhile. But I came back, because I wanted to really blog, unlike tumblr, it's all pictures, & one sentence that says more than an in depth thought. I still drown myself in caffeine, indulge in wine, and smoke hookah. Since I left blogspot, a lot of things happened, I met people, went places, & did things. I was starting to fall for someone but as fate stepped in, like an old girlfriend... no punt intended, <span style="font-weight: bold;">it was unexpected.</span><br /><br />I will always care for him, I realized, I <span style="font-weight: bold;">haven't</span> stopped. It was <span style="font-style: italic;">real </span>for a minute. I met people through work, I'll always remember them. This summer was probably one of the best summers of my life, I definitely grew up. I'm still growing... I went back to school, got promoted on my job, had a car accident. That day was certainly not the brightest, but I had <span style="font-style: italic;">him.</span><br /><br />One thing I learned about him, was to keep an open mind. He always protected me, & never broke my heart. There will always be something in the pit of my stomache.Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-49780275485485366452009-07-02T07:45:00.000-07:002009-07-02T08:23:06.475-07:00So instead I’ma finish my drink ...<span style="font-weight: bold;">and have another, while you think about how you used to be my</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> lover.</span><br /><br />I haven't updated in Blogspot in a minute, because I like Tumblr. Yes, I have a tumblr... had one since, Feb.<br /><br />Here's new with me since I left ya<br />.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ggsAG_0xUrr69Dj1KA8oDqK5SSoE0QjA93s3B2BX3kiGlYqmh04s8cnIulT1caDkNjM7OnReIQEwa6E7HdymLhCjdtP8-DWE1Sk9febHgcaLdC8gLYpRAoGmaaBpBgkp3UgYpJajhQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090613_2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ggsAG_0xUrr69Dj1KA8oDqK5SSoE0QjA93s3B2BX3kiGlYqmh04s8cnIulT1caDkNjM7OnReIQEwa6E7HdymLhCjdtP8-DWE1Sk9febHgcaLdC8gLYpRAoGmaaBpBgkp3UgYpJajhQ/s320/Snapshot_20090613_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353876904810515330" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Got a new puppers, & <span style="font-style: italic;">I drink more wine</span> than hard alcohol now.<br />Actually I barely drink hard now-days. I'm always a home-boddy or in a chill type of mood. <span style="font-style: italic;">Kick off your shoes & relax your feet type of mood.</span> I miss my <span style="font-weight: bold;">old days off </span>though, let me tell you. I miss bumming it at a certain slut's house & eating peanut butter sandwiches & my tummy grumbling. I was too tired to go home, so I slept in your bed, & you always took care of me. I liked that... that's hard to find with the exception of you loving drugs than you can love me. Anyway ... I also got another tattoo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoFlzH9EmJD5BNEFd8Yt4ufPvB3Uy62NvwLcNq4WEcuq8N2N6CtQdDhd-l5tQCKzWynKR5H7UWDH2AkgX9iAOwmQJV9H0PS8G-1hjxPW8JaeQbIM8OEbXLpJ9MZkV0npCoAXVe056Pw/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090628.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoFlzH9EmJD5BNEFd8Yt4ufPvB3Uy62NvwLcNq4WEcuq8N2N6CtQdDhd-l5tQCKzWynKR5H7UWDH2AkgX9iAOwmQJV9H0PS8G-1hjxPW8JaeQbIM8OEbXLpJ9MZkV0npCoAXVe056Pw/s320/Snapshot_20090628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353883038494516194" border="0" /></a><br />Other than that... all I care about is the $$$, & God of course, way before that. A bad girl gone good. This summer was not as bad as the rest of my adolecent summers. Thank God for that, one.Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-36390888739805318962009-05-05T03:24:00.000-07:002009-05-05T03:46:35.477-07:00gin & juice.I can't sleep...<br />& I'm mad<span style="font-weight: bold;"> D-Rose & the bulls</span> aren't playing in the series anymore.<br /><img style="width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/30il5qr.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img style="width: 285px; height: 189px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/NBYlJG92dms10l3zmmi9sVD5o1_400.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br />I've been busy, I want a new whip, I'll get a new whip. If I really want something I'll get it. Yay, I got me a new ipod, it's pink (:<br /><img style="width: 247px; height: 330px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/GetAttachmentaspxedre.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br />& aw I got my Can't Hardly Wait DVD, still waiting for my Empire Records in the mail, also got these pictures from my crazy rapper friend, & my cousin anne sent me a pic of leilani & a card. I love getting shit in the mail, thank-you, thank-you <3 style="font-weight: bold;">tumblr & twitter</span> still ((: It's addicting.<br />Everyone's trying to hook me up w/ their friend, cousin, brother, etc.<br />But I'm content, I'll always be. I just have been having a sleeping problem lately. Fuck that. lol. Back to work, sell ... sell... sell. Flirt, smile, flirt. Same old.<br />2 more months til =D mucho excited.<br />I have a lot of stuff planned for the months of <span style="font-weight: bold;">May-August</span>, wish me luck. xoxo.<br />July will be the month of all months, turning 20 in August, yay. (:<br /><br />Everything has been sweet none the less. <33Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-87602635017286548942009-04-19T09:44:00.000-07:002009-04-19T10:00:22.938-07:00back in the day when i was kid, i'm not a kid anymore, sometimes...<span style="font-style: italic;">i wish i was a kid again.</span><br /><br />so yesterday was fun & random, loved every minute of it. thank GOD ! i'm alive.<br />woke up early to meet up with Carlos so he could do my tattoo (:<br /><br /><img style="width: 275px; height: 368px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/IMAG0206.jpg" alt="my tattoo" border="0" /><br />that's the only upclose picture i have for now.<br />4 hours of pain & sometimes tickling (;<br />afterward <span style="font-weight: bold;">byn-bby</span> hit me up... we decided to kick it finally after many many months.<br />she picked me up when i went home. ate some cereal, still hungry... jolliebees, haven't been there in a minute either. two-piece chicken w/ rice & a bottled water.<br />met up w/ her cali boys at circus circus, awww i felt like a big family (:<br />fun times in the car (; then went to the northside to a kickback... more cali guys.<br />it was weird, a vegas house, & all cali dudes. i had a nice time, now i want to go to cali :]<br />everythings been chill, i've been down for whatever... got my mind right, money tight. lol<br />i can't wait for christal's babyshower, & when sheena gets her car, &... summer. bring it, baby.Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-90146211599891717862009-04-14T20:39:00.000-07:002009-04-14T20:41:28.201-07:00coachella !!!!!!!!!!!.I can not attend this year, I know for sure. Next year I will find someone down with me to camp for 3 days, & pay $200-300 something, DAMNIT *$&$^*(@&(*&@&#@*(40^.<br /><br /><br /><img style="width: 412px; height: 550px;" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c60/iluvbob/mainPoster.jpg" alt="Coachella 2009 Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" />Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-56194838970245198302009-04-14T15:59:00.000-07:002009-04-14T16:53:32.499-07:00Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck.Hola ! Aloha ! :]<br /><br />Went to my <span style="font-weight: bold;">2nd interview</span>, & I think I did snazzy. Almost got stuck in the parking lot, bought some white nail polish. Finally purchased this movie...<br /><br /><img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u38/chillomfy/2daysinparisr1artworkpic.jpg" alt="2 days in paris Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /><br /><br />" <span style="font-style: italic;">It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. <span style="font-weight: bold;">When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing</span>. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I'll never see him again like this... well yes, I'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses. </span>"<br /><br />So I would like to hit the gym this week. I should...<br />I'm exhausted, & I think the <span style="font-weight: bold;">blast from the past </span>was trying to hit. Nostalgia, then came over me. I'm just dandy although. Many new faces then hit...<br />I've been saying hit a lot lol (;<br />& the funny thing is, you always want this one person to hit you up, but they don't. Other people in their place do but you move on. & one day, just a normal day, their ugly face reappears.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">"love without second guesses only second chances"<br /></span><span class="entry-content">"to be trusted is a far greater compliment than to be loved." </span></span><br /><br />No wonder why people run to me like I'm Dr. Phil, I've always grew up in unhealthy relationships. (; Everyone today in my house was like.. yadaa yadaaa.. POINT BLANK!<br />It's easy as A-B-C, but you make it more complicated than usual.<br />& that's not real.Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-90791815665942720182009-04-12T22:49:00.000-07:002009-04-12T23:02:15.117-07:00i'm so hard for a rich girl, my heels are high, & i don't know how to love...<strong>this weekend was unbelievable productive, & managed to stay busy. </strong><br /><strong>that's what's up :]</strong><br />purchased items, i've been wanting to score! :] i think i'm finally getting empire records.<br />- <strong>cute voodoo string dolls, american apparel items, m.a.c. eyeshadow case.</strong><br />-<em> two lame kickbacks, with lame perverted males</em>. some youngin's. i'm sorry i'm going to be<strong> 21</strong> next year, i don't think so. smoked hookah, because i couldn't drink, needed to get lightheaded.<br />- made cutesy hair bows, hot topic or other stores would charge like 2-8 bucks for. LAME ! Going to make more & more. <33 All shapes & sizes.<br /><img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="396" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/IMAGE_133.jpg" width="422" border="0" /><a><br /><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/IMAGE_147.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Easter was off the hook (; <strong>Marianne's in laws</strong>, had a talk w/ mikey in the car (:<br />Food & cute deserts.<a><br /><br /><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/iloveyouman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />- Saturday, <em><strong>Anthony</strong> </em>randomnly hit me up, asked me to watch <strong>I Love You, Man </strong>w/ him at SunCoast, I was like Thank-God ! I don't have to drive... I was deadbeat on Friday w/ the girls.<br />Hilarious, the dude from Hot Rod was in it, Paul Rudd, & the guy from Forgetting Sarah Marshall.<br /><br /><strong>Last but not least, I think I have a job now :]]]]] $$$$$$$$$$$.</strong><br /><strong>& also, Jesus has risen, & lent is over. Who would like to drink?! ;]</strong>Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-47944294670247621612009-04-10T11:05:00.000-07:002009-04-10T11:43:19.570-07:00so I've been sleeping with this silence in my mind...All I've been doing is <span style="font-weight: bold;">working out, staying in, watching movies, & job-hunting.</span><br /> I miss blogging on a daily, I used to blog on my myspace.<br />Hopefully ! I get the front desk position at the hospital, because... I prefer not to work in retail, but a jobs' a job. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm obsessed with cellphone string charms. </span>I currently want the voodoo string dolls. (:<br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/10b9_1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/2563_1_bl.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" />Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-18042289942957573612009-04-09T13:20:00.000-07:002009-04-09T13:28:28.439-07:00hong kong garden :]what tickles my heart at the moment :<br />weird music, that I can rock out to.<br />indie music, that I can end my day.<br />the ending of the french - english subtitled movie Amelie '<br /><br /><img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/whiskeyman510/amelie.jpg" alt="amelie " border="0" /><br />" So, my little Amélie, you don't have bones of glass. You can take life's knocks. If you let this chance pass, eventually, your heart will become as dry and brittle as my skeleton. So, go get him, for Pete's sake! "<br /><br /><img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e234/trishamarshalltvc15/amelie.jpg" alt="amelie" border="0" /><br />- buzznet & their bloggers.<br />- accessories galore.<br />- assholes & their one-liners, just for kicks, it makes me laugh.<br />- milk & cereal, but that addiction won't ever get kicked.<br /><br /><br />so i've gotten good deals on my american apparel items, & bought some new m.a.c. makeup.<br />go me! other than that. my life has been chill... doing what i have to do.<br />& to end this blog.<br />" everyday your name slowly fades away from my heart. "<br />damn i'm listening to much emo-indie lately. cool- cool. xoxo.Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-57072528049332105662009-04-06T21:36:00.000-07:002009-04-06T21:52:22.773-07:00i am aiming to be somebody that somebody trusts...Dear online diary,<br />My nightmares, had a hidden message, change was coming, & so was a challenge. They say it's a hard knock life for us, but you could have whatever you like. What's your dreams, your ambitious? Can you aim high enough? Oh, don't give up. " Can't knock the hustle! "<br /><br />Today I fought, like Gandhi, I didn't need to raise a voice, or talk down. Instead I fought with humor. I'm letting go...<br /><br /><br />You have to live your life, right?Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-463537710250698602009-04-05T13:04:00.000-07:002009-04-05T13:21:43.471-07:00if you give them the chance, don't sell your heart...<strong>weekend whirlwind</strong>, lots of tears, fears, which leads to motivation, dream chasing & making.<br />-daddy's birthday, sushi, ran into <em>ex-new gf</em> ( <strong>she dogged me hah</strong> )-<em>his whole fam</em>, bowling ran into druggies / drunkies, fights, we can laugh as we look back type of shit.<br />- barnes & noble, sister, tears, older sister, old friends, shoe whoring ( <em>gladiator wedges- two pairs</em> ) sexy-sexy.<br />- northtown, chilling, focused.<br /><br />guys are funny, " <em>why you so mean to me?</em> "<br /><br />you're not the only one I'm mean to, don't feel special.<br /><br /><strong>"Provide, Profess, Protect"</strong> - Act like a lady, Think like a man. Good book, comedian Steve Harvey wrote, point-blank.<br /><br /><strong>I can do this, please do not feed me negativity, like it's so hard bullshit, I know. But anything is possible. From slums to riches.</strong> P.S. I watched Slumdog Millionaire ); Good movie.<br /><br />the shoes I've been wanting, finally got em', plus these other cute shoes =]<br /><a><br /><br /><img style="WIDTH: 137px; HEIGHT: 126px" height="116" alt="gladiators" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/Sm20Lusterus20blk-1.jpg" width="222" border="0" /></a>Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-60253522423284412472009-04-01T23:21:00.000-07:002009-04-01T23:48:48.521-07:00i see the paths your eyes wander down, i wanna come to...“…nobody gets everything they want unless they lose something they love, like their integrity. ” - Gossip Girl.<br /><br />I'm not going to write a subliminal message through any poems I write. I will be straight up & tell you as a grown woman, that I miss you.<br /><br />Take it as is.Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-22143371629842169602009-03-30T18:37:00.000-07:002009-03-30T18:50:11.874-07:00lights black, heads bang, you're my drug, we live in it. you're drunk... you need it, real love i'll give it.<img style="width: 440px; height: 532px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/Black_Book__April_2009_.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img style="width: 412px; height: 498px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/Black_Book__April_2009_2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img style="width: 403px; height: 664px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/Official_Footwear_Launch_for_K_DCMA.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img style="width: 385px; height: 705px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/Out_in_Beverly_Hills__March_01__200.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img style="width: 255px; height: 463px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/On_the_Beach_in_Hawaii__December_29.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br />the first two, are from the April Issue of<span style="font-style: italic;"> BlackBook</span> Magazine. (=<br />Anyway got my brazilet finally, wish me luck [;<br />Just got done watching Godfather 1&2. Lesson learned... <span style="font-weight: bold;">" keep your friends close, but keep your enemies, closer."</span><br />Jorel told me, it's one of the gangster movies, ( certain people ) like, because <span style="font-weight: bold;">"it's so bad it's good" along with Goodfellas,</span> which I liked too.Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-87116579813673730092009-03-29T21:24:00.000-07:002009-03-29T22:02:07.128-07:00we in the bed like ohhh.. ohhh.. ohhh. memories in the car.After much thought, thought to myself...<br /><br /><h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px;">“Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect and I don't live to be. But, before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean.”</h1><br />Lately I've been down & out, for some strange reason, but I will let the good times roll. It's springtime, I have my mind set, time to push the pedal to the metal. Me & Christal had a reminiscence conversation, I miss her mucho, I miss our good-times. I've known her since we were cool kids, kicking rocks in the playground. " Hey are you filipina?"<br />" Yeah.."<br />Weeks later... she & her sister show up at my doorstep, & her sister is my sister's bestfriend.<br />We played outside with the same people Keith, Chelsea, Annabell, Dante, & the rest is history.<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/Dsc09026.jpg" alt="mellyboo & christal boo" border="0" /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/Dsc09104.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/xyz/DSC03409.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img style="width: 383px; height: 510px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/Picture011.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/Dsc03395.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/Dsc03423.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/Image1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/Dsc07913.jpg" alt="christal" border="0" /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/xyz/DSC03409.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br />Never judged, categorized me, simply melly-boo. Whewww especially on my birthday last year.<br />" You put yourself in difficult situations "<br />Remember that one time, nacho cheese breath, or how we met the gang, on my birthday night.<br />That time I had to force her to go to applebees w/ me, when that one dude liked me eek.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Our many escapades after she got off of White House Black Market, me sneaking out at 11 o'clock at night, going out every fri-sat-sunday was our ritual.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Movies, healthy food, sleepovers anywhere wasn't unusual. Makeup was a plus. Sharing clothes was a necessity, changing in the car. Oh I miss it all. P.S. how we didn't see each other for weeks, and then magically we had the same haircut or color, without telling each other.</span><br /><br />I have so many memories w/ many people. But a few takes the cake of my top memories, fo'life. Thank You for accepting me as who I am. I got to experience my high school life with you. Gangsta-Gangsta ;]Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-4406081022548828252009-03-29T13:36:00.000-07:002009-03-29T13:45:15.773-07:00horoscopes.<h2>A friend's been getting a little bit too greedy for your time. Make some boundaries. </h2> <h3 style="font-weight: bold;">Overview</h3> <p style="font-weight: bold;">Meet new people and find new ways to interact with them today -- you can get quite playful if you desire! It's a really good time to start off in new directions that you don't need to commit to yet.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>& i'm still waiting on that brazilet (; My sister Roxanne helped me a lot this weekend, so so grateful to have an older sister, sisters, another blog thanking my sisters'. Anywho, Lindo Michican, they have one in Northtown ! :D Fun times, <span style="font-weight: bold;">used the fisheye camera finally.</span> Shoe shopped, found this hot ass peep toe, steve maddens. They look so good with shorts<3<br /></p> <img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/blog/4314620.jpg" alt="maddens" border="0" /><br />Met some guys, as usual. Random stores such as DSW, Smiths. Gymed it.<br /><br />I miss some people(s). I realized that.Melissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3718480174566740841.post-7300069369771302472009-03-25T21:59:00.000-07:002009-03-25T22:18:47.054-07:00when you wish upon a star...<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v48/Ms_Lissa/Brazilet.jpg" alt="wishes" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am so fucking motivated, fuck the bullshit. For real, for real. (= </span><br />So today Nee came over & we watched, Sex & the City Season 3, & let me tell you, truth hurts, & people will cheat, honesty is a must in a relationship. It's true life.<br /><br />Aunt Flow is back in action, & allergies are kicking in, but I'm not whining, just telling it like it is.<br /><br />I'm dandy (: I'm going to watch all my wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving you ;DMelissa D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05676969025860194827noreply@blogger.com0