LittleMissMeen

When I read Part 1 and 2, I admit I was surprised that i even remembered those things.. I guess the best conclusion is that... My mind forgot most things about him My heart was the one who remembered.... Afterall, my mind was never affected by all this It was my heart who surrendered.... *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  * * I looked at my schedule. I looked at the time and the date. I was trying to act normal. I was trying to move on. I was trying to make myself distracted but to no avail.  I checked my phone. There were tiny bits of hope that he would message or call me but no sign of any hope at all. I finally turned my phone off so I would stop hoping. I was telling myself to move on but why was it so hard. I guess the worse thing about falling in love is taking the risk that one day he might be gone. I did my homework and I looked forward to any upcoming event in school. An award-giving ceremony was coming up. Suddenly my mind flew back at him. *Would he

Hey guys  i miss writing here soooo much...im in a rush and will be back by night. so just thought or dropping a few words. so much to update so little time I know some of you are wondering what time i will be releasing PART 3.  The bittersweet love story will be released by 12 midnight. Till then Love, littlemissmeen

Dear all, Thank you for visiting LittleMissMeen ! :) I would just like to kindly announce that i have decided to publish Part 3 due to requests and also the fact that i have started the whole story so it would be right for me to continue it and provide a proper ending ^^ I had no idea i remembered those stuff. They were never in my mind and i mean this literally. Maybe somewhere in my heart, it left a scar and i guess that's what helped me remember most of it.  To those who blog, keep writing. To those who read, keep reading!  PART 3 will be released  in 1 week. Take care and have a splendid last week of February. Happy March !

There are some things that you naturally see in a blog and there are certain things that remain hidden, only revealed to the blog owner. When I first created my blog, the total page views were steadily changing from 1 digit to 2 digits to 3 digits and when it reached 4 digits, it stayed there for almost a year. Imagine waiting for it to turn 5 digit is like from 1000 to 9999 and finally 10000.  The last post i published was Teenage Love is Full of Drama Part 2 and that time my total page views were still in the 9000 range. I thought i would lke to be the one to see it turning 10 000. Unfortunately when i opened my blog the next day, it was already 10 087.  Speaking of this, I'm pretty surprised how my recent post Teenage Love is Full of Drama made it to the Popular Post Chart, making it to the 6th most popular post on my blog. No post can beat Shell Telephone Interview of course. You can actually see the Top 10 Popular Post chart on the right side of my blog. Scroll down and yo

When somebody you love is upset..you feel miserable.  When you don't know why they are upset, its worse .  When you're the reason they're upset, its worse than miserable.... That's how I felt. I knew something was wrong. Was it my fault? Was it my lack of attention? What did i do? How can I fix it? He was alright whenever he met me. However, he started seeing me less and I started missing him more. He acted normal like nothing is wrong and I am feeling like something is wrong.  I couldn't think of what i ever did. I was forever faithful to him and i didn't even go out or even text much with my guy friends at that time. I thought it may be SPM stress afterall it was in September and Deepavali was coming. I assumed it must be some family matter that he didn't want to share. I was ok and happy again. We had a short break for Deepavali and upon return to school, I heard the worst news ever that my eardrums tried not to receive the sound signals at

Before i started writing this, i wondered if i would feel the pain in my heart recalling those precious moments..I wonder if i would start crying or if i would be emotionally affected by it. But. No. I am absolutely fine and i don't feel anything... I guess i am well over it... And that was never easy to achieve.... Especially for someone like me... *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *  * Biography: I was 16. He was 17.  My birthday was Jan15, his Jan19.   I was a sophomore.He was my senior. I am a Malay mix. He is Chinese + Indian = Chindian.  His friends thought i was Chindian, my friends thought he was Malay.  He played basketball. I loved basketball.  His name started with a K. My favourite letter was K, long before I even knew him.  When I first saw him, i never knew there would be anything special between us. I felt normal and i guess so did he. We had no activities in common so we rarely saw each other in school. My school has a great way of separ

I was thinking of what to write on my blog since the beginning of today. I haven't been going online for days and was looking forward to Friday where I could update my blog. I was thinking of my blog title on my way back home from college, while washing the dishes after dinner and finally i thought : Fine. How about just write something personal for a change and then resume to my articles of the day later ,,hehe Earlier today it was such a noisy, busy and funny day full of laughter and noise. Now its only the sound of me pressing the keys on my laptop and silence. My house is very silent at night, that's why i have to whisper silently when my friends call me at night. (actually i can make all the noise i want as long as it doesnt wake up the little baby) Having a cute little brother has its cons too afterall. Hey! When he was just born it was worse. I couldn't even turn on the lights in the hall at night or even make a single noise (includes playing the piano) when he wa