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LE FEMEE


AMANDALEEMEIYING
261090 xoxo the lover; ♥

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MARTINI KISSES


They, are the X factors: super hot and sexy and i love them.

Alexcia
Cindy
Dinie
Denyse
Farhah
Melissa
Sarah
Samantha
Sharifah
Sherrianne
Zora

VANITY RUNS


August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007


Monday, October 09, 2006

We have been arguing since many days back. non stop. and so on sunday,
we didnt all. I thought it was good start and I told myself to watch my
attitude from that day onwards. But today, 9 October. You had to do something
which made me blow off my top. Why? Why do you always have to make me so
upset.

I didnt want to go home and so, i called melissa. She was feeling upset as well so
we met up and went to white sands. Both of us were telling each other our problems
and it felt great to have someone there for you. He came down to find me later on and
i was hoping things would turn out better but no. We quarrelled again. I blurted out
what i shouldnt say. But i know i didnt mean it. Just out of a sudden, everything was
alright again. Like WTF. Upon looking at how tired you were, i decided that we go
home early. You made a promise that you would keep all your promises made to me.

But did you? No. You went drinking. Once again, you broke my trust. You constantly
tell me to trust you, believe you, have faith in you. But are you doing what you should
to make me believe you? Ask yourself.


With love, Amanda