Cruella de Vil, horizontally.

no. but seriously, she wasn't my inspiration.

it's just what my stylost, Gia (of Sandrealee Salon QC) called it.

been dreaming to achieve this hair since mid college.

and now it's here!

would have loved to have my hair longer.

or the half part more silvery or white.

nevertheless, i love it.

gaaaaah

so happy! 

the night is growing colder than i can bear.

and the only source of warmth

are the tears trickling down my cheeks.

just me and my mornight thoughts

you know the feeling when you know you aren't lost.
you know what you want. you know you want to be somewhere..
but, you just don't know how to start.

well. that's me.

i have submitted my resignation letter when the month kicked in.
and they think i have already applied for other jobs,
but that's not me.

i want a clear head and a clean palette when i want to start anew.

also. let's take into consideration that it has been a year since my body got weak.
i mean, me and my sickness--we seem like we're on a road to forever.
and that sucks. i can't function like this,

anyway. right now. my head's pounding.
and my nose is just leaking endless streams of fluids.
yes. very graphic, i know. and i apologize.
but hey. it's me and my mornight thoughts.

so i guess.. it's now 2 0 1 7?

so you see.. 2016 has ended.

so i guess.. it's now 2 0 1 7?

and i can't believe how so un-me i have been this past year.

a mere TWO entries in a span of three hundred and sixty-freaking-five days?!

where the hell was i?

what the freak was i doing?

i have experienced a lot of downs and really downs

and i can only think of a handful reasons why.

and one of which, is:

i. haven't. been. myself.

and that..sucks. BAD.

so i guess. this year. i need to put myself first.

and spend more time on things that really makes me happy.

like paint. and draw. and write. and read.

anyway. m'soleepy.

hope i can do something new so i can write something new.