Hello, Pretty Strangers.
I'm learning on how to change the world, by changing diapers first.
I'm an only child with four sisters and a brother.
No. Wait. Make that five sisters. I was told to choose one more, anyone in the world and I chose her.
I was spoilt as a child and is still trying to grow up.
But there are "evil" people in the world who makes pretty things and I can't seem to stop myself.
Especially colourful undies.
&bags.
&trinkets.
&bags.
&bags.
Still trying, though.
I love to eat but I don't hate the treadmill.
I'm just plain lazy.
Lazy.
& fickle.
I like to pop by SB-TH and give my Bubbles & Buttercup chocolates.
Then, I'll spend all my money buying a Venti & just waste my time away.
Perfeckt.
My issues with hair is never-ending.
I love bimbo books, with pretty covers.
Aisyah Sufiyah is my favourite-est-est girl.
My friends call my continous, multiple, self-shots; narcissism.
I prefer to say its capturing memories.
I never had the bestest group of friends like I have now.
When I'm not happy, I talk to God in English.
& He listens.
The rest of the time, I'm pretty much happy.
So, in short;
My life's very much blessed.
"The name's Umairah but you can call me Meyaa"
8teen
zero7December8nine
Mommeh's only&favourite mess
"I just do it with Love"
Border's spree
Topshop/Dorothy Perkin spree
Salvatore Ferragamo's Varina Patent Bow flats
-obsession-
*brrr
*chills
tales of another broken home- Green Day againnto live and not to breatheis to die in tragedyto run, to run away to find what to believeand i leave behind this hurricane of fucking liesi lost my faith to this, this town that dont existso i run, i run awayto the light of masochistsand i leave behind this hurricane of fucking liesand i walked this line a million and one fucking timesbut not this timei dont feel any shame, i wont apologisewhen there aint nowhere you can gorunning away from pain when you've been victimizedtales from another broken home-meyaai lost my faith to this, this FRIENDSHIP that NEVER existso TRY to run awayand i TRY to leave behind this hurricane of fucking liesi NEVER feel any shame, i wont apologise
when there aint nowhere you can gorunning away from pain I'VE been victimizedtales from another broken home-my s t o r y yokkietherre you go againnothing can put a stopp to thisreallyshe's alreadyy a bitch and she is changing to be oneokkielisten closetherre's TWO shes therrewadevaayeahhcant waitt to make the adidas jerseyy wit nana and qahhsingapore sevensyeahhi wanna goforr funnot because HE* plays rugbyy okkie*sheeshyeahhcantt waittcopingg wit studiesaitejust okkiebut therre's so much more that lies under meyaa smiles-look closeyou can never seei hate herri love youui miss himmi miss mei cantt standd iti wanna leaveei wishh i couldd so muchput a s t o p to thiss allreallyyplsflyy wit me-the starss the skies the glimmeringg nite are just phonyyi never believe in m i r a c l eof you&mecuzztherre was neverr anyy-i, w e a k cuz i just wishedd you WERE t r u e e
6:25 PM;
go on, gimme some♥
