it felt good sleeping with the scent of lavender flying around my aura. i didn't realise that not having something or someone on the ears to wake up for could be terribly missed because sleep was a disorder and it felt so good waking up in the morning with reasons. it's like watching a play with my eyes closed. it felt, surreal. if only we were a lot richer than those in the magazines, would i be a lot happier? would those dying cravings settle themselves before i could?

statically, i need a job. i love going to retail shops, but working for one is really against my will. i'm tired of having old men smooching their reasons just to make us look good. my old job was horrendously stupid. i hate it very much. it's not about the people that i work with, but the monsters that i work for. i don't think they once realise that the company is a rip off from real companies. the earlier generations would be treating them as god but heck, the place is just stupid. i need something else. something more, personal.



karla, your coral shirtdress is a must have. and that maggie may stroll dress from bluebird is really cute. the girls shall be having some sort of a tea party with dress ups and heaps of tea bags which i find really interesting to indulge in. it's these kind of events that makes one feel so loved and young. i need to get myself some super light-weight frocks for one and only's birthday. with statements that says, "kitty very pleased" even if the day is special for another soul. kitty must feel special too.


Sweet Haro
i want a Haro bike for my birthday so i can do stunts. i also need a new polish for my room. it's turning itself into ugly blue and i don't like blue unles it's blues. i love you.


keep making red marks on your friends, live high.