sleep sleep sleep

sleep sleep sleep! sleep sleep sleep! kns. all the same! only know how to sleep.

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i am soo damn hungry

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urgg!!

You know what. Seriously screw myself. screw myself!! How often do reject an offer so tempting so yummy? If not all those shits i’ve done and gotten myself to visit Dr T, i would have definitely gone there!!!!!!!! kill me now. thanks.

the first time

You had me from hello. (:

However i am done with it. I give up. No faith.

Never wanted and expected anything anyway.

i am happy

that i got a friend like you, meh meh. Thank you. I felt so much happier and relieved after i’ve talked to you. Ended up sad together. I changed my mind, but i hope you will solve your problem soon. I want you to be happy too. (: No matter what you did or think, you are not a bad person. We all have a kid in us. Love you.

And so.

I will not exchange anything for our friendship. Will you stop liking me? It’s really hard to be friends ya know?

Anyways, my parcel is here. I am so excited. (:
I LOVE MARC JACOBS.

tear me apart

i trusted you to keep what’s mine. But yet you want to use it against me. Such ignominiousness. Displaying your despicablity, earned you my abhorrence.

First you wanted me OBLIGE, and said that if i don’t, i will be the one who loses. Then don’t APOLOGISE to me now. It’s useless honey. Being drunk is just an overused excuse. Don’t even try to fix things up. You make me wanna gag. But i’m very disappointed with you.

I am so unlucky with people.

Que sera sera

School terms are drawing near, it’s giving me some averse feelings. I like nothing about what i am doing, but it’s the last year, and so i bother. I’m sitting here, having careful considerations on what i am going to do after my diploma. I dislike all the warehousing stuff, operations shit and logistics. I know nuts about them and i absolutely like nothing about it. In fact, i destest them intensely. Yes, intensely. To the grave. What i want to be?

I want to be a Designer. High-end designer. Celebrities, the rich and famous, even other designers will wear my design. I dream about couture gowns, platform heels, pretty accessories or maybe even a more commercial line. In Paris, in Milan, New York City and even London. How could you not love that. Think about what to do with all the money! I can have a walk in closet, full of labelled dresses hanging in the wardrobe with colour coordinations, a room with sea of shoes and one with mountain of bags, and lastly of course drawers and drawers of diamond rings, pearl necklaces, heavy, bold, lady-like anything! Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent, Martin Margiela, Jimmy Choos, Alexander McQueen, Vera Wang, Dolce and Gabanna, and how can i forget Philip Lim, Christian Dior and ohhh my lord, Thakoon, Christian Louboutin, not forgeting Vivienne Westwood, Lanvin, Miu Miu and Prada, Marni and the usuals, LouisVuitton, Marc Jacobs and Fendi. Just to name a few. Oh kill me! I want them all. No, i need that. But i am here in my humble room, and nothing is coming, it’s all a pipe dream. It’s not easy having own line. Sometimes dream gets too big. And when it pops, it makes you think of something else.

I would totally love to work for a magazine. Be the editor or anything will totally do. I’ll write pages on the worth slurge and where to get the crazy steal, how to hide the flaws and make you flaws work, what is style and what is trend. I don’t know? There is so much you can do. It’s crazy being a editor, even if it’s just for a one page column, i’ll be more than happy to. 

Suddenly the thought of school terms startings to pop in and i lost the feel for this.

” You don’t have to like your job.” – my father

No!!! I don’t care, i don’t want to be like a mistake and regret not doing what i like for the next 30-40 years. I will persue, i want to do what i like. But for now, que sera sera.

cb

You don’t fuck with me. Not me. Especially not me. I don’t care if it’s J or C.
I am not as pathetic as you think. I know that both of them are not here for me. You don’t give me shit. Snap out of it. It’s over.

new bag

Yeah man! My advance birthday present. LV bag.

ass.