Pessimist:
I'm really not a very good talker. It is very impossible for me to win arguments of some kind of that type of shit. I'm not very good with words. Must be my word-supply-shortage kind of thing. I am easily intimidated by, say, random people. Even you, my dear. I scare the bejesus out of me sometimes. I'm not very good at expressing my opinions. I'm not very good with/at something, something, something.

Okay, I'm good at pissing someone off. Or doing mistakes. I'm food at something nothing too skill-full, talented-full or such. I'm not street smart, logically smart or academically smart. I can only speak straight english when I'm alone. Haha. I'm not a very good liar. I'm retarded. I don't know what else to do with myself.

Optimist:
I appreciate every kind of beauty. Or atleast I try to. I have an eye for color. When people ask me, 'What's you favorite color?' or 'What's your favorite food?', I give them an immediate answer like 'Apple Green' or 'California Maki'. But inside me, I tell myself, What's the point of asking me? Camille effing loves every kind of color, shade, and hue in this world. I love food, with every inch of my body, as long as it tastes good. I try to be nice when I'm in the mood. Hahaha. But I'm not really that bitchy or anything. Trust me. I know me beter than you do (: And oh, they say I'm a smart-ass. Not street smart, logically smart or academically smart. Just plain smart-ass, baby.

Thank goodness I have a mother, grandma, grandpa and a pack of smoking hot friends and best friends (:


God, I'm so random.



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