Ya know one of those days where you feel like a god-forsaken ugly child?

Prolly when your menstrual hormones go haywire and pimples begin to pop up everywhere. It happens to me all the time.. and oh, I hate my nose. I wasn't exactly born with a very high nosebridge, the ones Indians and Westerners have.

Neither do I have deep set eyes.. the ones Pakistanis and Russians have

I regretted not jumping onto the bandwagon when almost all my friends had their braces done in high school.

When you're afraid to face the world, you bury your head towards the pillows

and embrace something that wouldn't judge you

And now, I'm this ugly looking person.

But I know I can still be saved, by plastic surgery.

It's my glimmer of hope to look near decent

Fine, I know it's scary to go under the knife… but what about cosmetic surgery? It's practically the same., just that hardly any operations will be included. Whatever goes… if both can make me look better, I've already made my decision today.

Please don't be mad at me mom & dad.. hope you'll accept the new me

It's just one of those days 🙁 🙁

UPDATES!

did you realize what the date was when I posted this blogpost?

1ST APRIL 2010

1ST APRIL

1ST APRIL

does it ring a bell?

REFER TO THIS POST : THE TRUTH BEHIND MY PLASTIC SURGERY DECISION!