empowered.

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.

I can believe its gonna be three years.

Feels like it was just yesterday

& I can't help reminisce.

pardon my dorky specs, bell bottom jeans, NIKE(whatsitsname?), TWEASE sign & idiotic smile.

i WAS a nerd, everyone's got a past, YES?

anywooots, I always think how the experience would be if godmama had brought us there, now.

when im more ABLE to appreciate the beauty of the eiffel & flirt with random european hotties.

im humouring myself.

heeeks.

so, Michael Buble's "Home" is on repeat & i always think of the two weeks i spent there, the feelings; rushing back & the Lover i missed back home.

Let me go home

I’m just too far from where you are

I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life

It’s like I just stepped outside

When everything was going right

And I know just why you could not

Come along with me

But this was not your dream

But you always believe in me

Another winter day has come

And gone away

And even Paris and Rome

And I wanna go home

Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by

A million people I

Still feel alone

Oh, let me go home

Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home

I’ve had my run

Baby, I’m done

I gotta go home

Let me go home

It will all right

I’ll be home tonight

I’m coming back home

then, i will be listening to Hilary Duff's "The Getaway"

Push the pedal down

Heading out of town

Gotta make a getaway

The traffic in my brain's

Driving me insane

This is more than I can take

You tell me that you love me first

Then throw your heart into reverse

I gotta get away

I can't keep coming back to you

Every time you're in the mood

To whisper something sweet in my ear

It's so hard to move on

Cause every time I think you're gone

You show up in my rearview mirror

Is this just a detour?

Cause I gotta be sure

That you really mean what you say

It's so hard to let you in

Thinking you might slam the brakes again

& i'll think of the days you make me so mad.

it was not a nice feeling, running from your heart, hiding from Home.

im sorry, babe.

i know, that you know.

Therefore.

Dear Lover, I'll let you slip a secret love note into the♥locket you gave me & I promise, I'll never read it, till the day Love decides to call it quits on us.

for it'll remind me, of how much i love you, to hang by the thread, & keep picking up the pieces.

ILY, for ever.

10:25 PM;
go on, gimme some♥

♥ ♥ ♥