Now you see me for who i am.

I'm not a woman. I'm a force of nature.

Hello to the living dead. It's 2:30am and pillow fight is on the talking box. Once again, it's pitch black around me except for this little glimpse of light from black beauty- my laptop that is. I've been starving since this early evening and tend to do nothing about it. Due to my stupidity of not refilling my empty tank i'm sufferring miserably from a headache. yes a feasty combo of a rummbling tummy and headache. Now that's something i would unlikely buy from a set menu. I've been very much addicted listening to mum-pronounced as "mium" with a help from a friend, and have been craving to download metro station again- craving, because they're delicious. I miss listening to them before i hit the sack- with my night light switched on, blasting it in my room when i was home alone for 2 months. Ahhh 2 months of freedom. 2 months of a life. 2 months of silencio. Wouldn't you wanna wish for that to happen to your god forsaken life and have some quality time with your inner soul? I do! Moonhow's, i found something that really attracted me and my attention. Keep guessing hah. i dare you! On other thought, I always wondered how it feels like to be a diva, some days you wake up and you're Barbara Streisand. what a ride. >.<

♥g.d.t