Fake Glitters and Fake Snow
Last night, I dreamt about my house and how my Yaya transformed it into a mini Disneyland with automatic doors, glitters and lots of fake snow. We charged 250 per person for entrance fee. I woke up, and I cried a little because I found out it wasn't true. Dreams have a way of fooling you cruelly for a night.
I hate it.
On a different note, the amount of sweets I consume a day is alarmingly alarming. Diabetes is this genetic thing for us, so God, I hope I don't have it. My Mom has just been recently declared to have it, but I just can't lay off the sweets! OHMYGODDDD I NEED THERAPY.
Oh well. If I fail, there's always Aspertame and Sugar-Free cookies.