Now you see me for who i am.

Oh my god, i SOOO can't believe you just said that!

Not much difference from the Philippines. The smell of drain. Crowded market. beggars. the hot scorching sun. Dead malls. Glorious foods. Traffic jams. Cheap cigarettes. Dirt and Dust. Bubble gums. Tiny cabs. Pirated Cd's. Busy terminals and the list goes on. What else could it be. It's our neighbouring country, Malaysia truly Asia of course. We were big time smugglers i tell you. It definitely was nerve wrecking.

Any-oh-how, i redyed my hair so that means no more miss. purple. Thinking of getting an ashy green coloured hair someday. But not anytime soon. Dad will be flying back to the Philippines again. This time, i feel that i might miss him. Wow. I'm. Speech. less. For the first time in a very long time. I'm going to miss him.

In my fantasy life, I dreamnt that Sofie shot herself and soon after pointed the gun and shot me too. Something something happened.....We hopped in a lambo, OMG A FREAKING RED LAMBORGHINI! (to get away from something or someone), but Sofie and i was injured in the right arm and unfortunately Sof was loosing her focus so i had to stir the wheel instead. I could still feel the bullet in my arm as i was stirring the wheels and the super fast speed i was going in that sexy red car and how it felt SO real. Everything felt so real. It was amazing! It was almost as if i was starring in the death race movie except that we were not in prison and both my co-driver and i are females. ha. ha.

Ta Ra!