I have no idea, try checking it on the website.
I am fucking pissed at people who kept on poking their nose into my business. Cape bgt Dar, gmn ya?
Marlboro Black menthol or Ice blast.
I’m not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
And I’m beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you might find you’re starving
and eating all of the words you said.” —Ani DiFranco (via thechocolatebrigade)
Ahahahhahaha! You’re probably right. Haters gona hate.
It’s flatteringly fucked up when you found out that some people bothers to take their time and effort to imitate you and stalk you and even stalk the people around you such as your exes and what not. I mean, really? Get a life, seriously.
There are more important things you can do than finding out stuffs about me. I’m a nobody; so why the fuck do you care? And what rights do you have to judge me base on what you just read or see or heard? Do you even know me? Ha, and you’re calling me a kid? Please, who’s the kid now, judging me like that anonymously?
So why don’t you ask your mother to teach you some respect for yourself and stop stalking me like a stray dog.
Pft, jealous bitches. Pathetic.
And why does this interest you?
Talented at what?
Thank you. Go online shopping!
Thank you. The Daily Dozen Tattoo, Singapore. I forgot how much was it.