I often wonder what a secret agent feels like when they live two different lives - one public another secret. Well, now I don have a slight idea - just slight - of what it feels like.

Living two different lives could be fun but stressful at times. No. I am not a secret agent (I wish I am), I just happen to live two different lives. One known to my closest friends, and one known to a few acquaintances and my parents.

To my parents, I am the irresponsible and job-trotting gal who can't seem to keep a job and slack-off all the time. The silent rebel.

To my sisters and friend, I am the workaholic-eye bagged girl who works two shifts - rather two different jobs - in one. A girl who hates sleeping and tends to be the topic of teasing and taunts. The goody-good girl.

Sometimes, I would forget who I should be. And until now, I still haven't shown anyone who the real deal is, they catch glimpses, they think they know. Well, maybe my sisters does.