from the moment that i lay my eyes on him [on Fashion tv], i know for a fact that my weird obsession has taken a giant leap to the point of no return..

for all i know, i may never see him alive nor meet him... and he only live in my imagination.. in the happiest, imaginative, wickest way as my brain could go for..

sometimes, imagination is better than reality

The truth is rarely pure and never simple

Oscar Wilde,
The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895, Act I

♥ ♥ ♥ aJLa I'm no angel.. and i manage to remain alive in my own quirky way

"Look at the stars, and not the reflection of the moon."

*having my wickest dream come true *hint* dvz *hint*
*not to kill anyone as a doctor
*a person who can swept me off my feet