i'mastar

a fresh graduate who is still in desperation to land in a possible job. a professional bum in short. but my personality dictates me not to give up. it does not belong to my vocabulary. not even a part of my anatomy. i have the attitude of a real fighter. though i may always seem to be a cry baby. my tears serve as my weapon. and i can say that it makes me strong. i laugh at my problems, after laughing, i cry and after crying, i laugh again. a total weirdo. but a 99.9% pretension-free person. i am a bitch. bitch in a way that i know and i do what i want to do regardless of its possibility. i express myself the "wendy's way"-- no but's and no if's. i hate liars and copycats. people often mistake me for being masochist. they say i torture myself by being insomniac and diet-addict. i say i'm not. actually i love pampering myself. it's just that insomnia and diet are already part of my "pampering wendy" habit. i love myself. i love my friends. i love my family. i love marco. and i love God.