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
heyyss
miss me???
hees
where i am all these days???
well...
im still here larhss
just that very lazyy to bloggg
geehesss
taking a break from coursework
i know i know...
tml submission today then do...
hehe
what to do...
meyaa....
hehehe
larrdeeedurmss
geehees
...
anyway,
i wanna say my thousand apologies to my
-darling sish nurOol-
im so sorry for keeping evrythin
but thats just because i didnt want you to worry bout my silly little things and to think that i made a bigg mistake by keeping things from you and im reeli sorry
i didnt mean to make you sadd
i tried to tell...
all those entries...
i had hoped that you'd dropp by and read but it just seems that too busy to even do so and hopefully i did the right thing by asking you to read them yesterday
i know that there's pple who cares
i know that there's pple who're willing to help
but this person
this wounded -me-
has been thru so much hurt that i dun care so much anymore
i also wanna say thanks to nabilla who chatted wimme on msn and told me all those things we've been keeping from each other because we didnt wanna repeat mistakes we made as we care and love our frenship and im grateful for that even thou
it still hurts...
i do still think about her...
i do still reminiscence
but
its not gonna go anywhere
i will leave things the way it is
i dread to go to school tml thinking that i'll see her there
i dread having her right next to me knowing nothing and me behaving so cold towards her
i dread all the painful comments pple would make upon the behaviour i have towars her
i dread so much i'd be hurt
again and again
...
this pain wont leave me
i tried to tell
but
would anyone try to
believe me
or even try to
understand
what i am going thruu
...
wounds for nowscarred for lyffe
...
You say you wander your own land
But when I think about itI don't see how you canYou're aching, you're breakingAnd I can see
the pain in your eyesSays
everybody's changingAnd I don't know whySo little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move to stay in the gameI try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changingAnd I don't feel the sameYou're gone from hereAnd soon you will disappearCause everybody's changing
And I don't feel righti will never feel the same way again...broken pieceshurting heart wounded meyaa
7:39 PM;
go on, gimme some♥