I woke up to woman saying Macdonalds to me trying to get me out of bed at 7 plus a.m. That woman was my mother. A woman who has the propensity of doing harebrained stuffs at unpredictable junctures& she has no idea. Anyway back to 'M'. I just finished a whole biggy breakfast i can't sleep& i get to work later in the morning at my sister's new Spa:]

I figured i prefer people who dares to say what they want or feel. Unlike me, i'm a hypocrite. Is there such thing as a sane hypocrisy? just in case there isn't, i am still that. Its my classification of recipocrate to hide my dissatisfaction. But, i'm gonna change that.

Hopes dies last is very good. 'Last night's goodbye' is my personal favourite. Anyway, my hair takes ages to grow. I also cut out the curly strands to devoid from supressing& now it looked one end shorter '_____'

Anyhow.. i want my upper lip pierced. I want black mary-jane shoes& clothes from marc jacobs. The second 2 could be plausible. The inital want would ruin my career opportunities& i'm pretty much happier to being self-sufficient rather than relying on mommy. Its one of my childhood dreams. so bye to wild.