I am a very frank person and that's how I hope to remain. I don't like to pretend to be polite. What you see is what you get.

I have nothing to explain. As for being misunderstood, I have grown accustomed to that.

I never touch coffee or other caffeinated drinks.

There is a time for everything and you do different things at different ages.

I always carry lip balm and lipstick. Lipstick is a very important beauty product because I find that lips are the most beautiful feature of anyone's face.

If I am unhappy, I can write "damn it" in my personal diary, but I can't do that on a microblog so I might as well not start one.

I fell in love with dressing myself up.

I carry an umbrella when I am outdoors and always wear sunscreen, even when I am sitting in front of a computer screen!

Microblogs are yet another form of public display, but I would rather be true to myself.

I use facial masks diligently. I use at least two a day - one for moisturizing and one for whitening. I think I go through at least 600 sheets of facial masks every year.

I am a very frank person and that's how I hope to remain. What you see is what you get.

To everybody who didn't believe in me, thank you. Because of you, I had to find my own way, and I did.

Don't be afraid to be who you are, no matter who that person might be.

Why do we have to humiliate someone to crack a joke??? Do what u would like people to do with u..

Sometimes it takes more courage to get up and run than to stay. You either just do it or you don't. I got so scared the first day in combat I just decided to go along with it.

We ought to ban hunting, I suggest, if there isn't a purpose other than sport and fun. That should be against the law.

We must face ddestiny, not run from it.our destiny is our path that we must follow. -Cinderpelt

Science deals exclusively with things as they are in themselves; and art exclusively with things as they affect the human sense and human soul.

Tiffany and I are great friends, and I appreciate all that she is doing for me now. But she is not you. I still love you, Nikki. And you can’t control or alter true love.

Killing one man is murder. Killing millions is a statistic

Winter is for women The woman still at her knitting, At the cradle of Spanish walnut, Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think.