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
enjoyy...stopp.stare.look awayy.goshhthat's some crazzyy photos aiteeyearppsee those smiles???how i wish i could have them backk...see beyondd those smilessee the hatred in those eyesfeel the chuckles that are fakeam i going to stayy this wayy???chill outt wit baby at "rumahh"yarhhtalkk, *toots*... finish reading lipstick chronicles, talkk somemore...yeahhi feel the wind blowing my hairri feel his soft breath brush against my facei feel the tight huggandi heard the whispers"i love you..."then*snaps*im back to earthdo i deserve being "loved" by you???are you loving me till eternityy as promised???can i trust myselff to believe in us???
who else am i goin to hold on if one dayy you lett go of me???andtears rolled downnquestions left un-answeredi can see the wetness of your eyesdo i deserve those tears baby???will you hold me so tight and take me to cloud nine, then, let me go???i have doubts of myselffnot usim scaredas evryone in my lyffe is drifting furtherr awayy fromm me is it gonna be t r u e eoris it only my amor no es amorhow i wish it was just my illusionni know you'll be herre for mejust that i dontt trust the truth cuzz therre's too manyy occasions that truth turns out to be downright phonyyfor mebutbaby...i love you too
6:52 PM;
go on, gimme some♥
