ultra mega japan-sick as though home never existed. currently crunching on a cafe latte kitkat and drinking aloe vera apple juice, trying to get rid of the kimchi fried rice taste lingering from hours ago. all that is going through my mind is that i have the most un-cool winter clothes, from the past few winters where baggy pants and loose tummy-revealing shirts were absolutely "in".
reading art history books and writing essays created from words spilling from the dictating mouth of my over-bearing art teacher. i rather memorize every single outfit smacked casually in the pages of nonno, or have i done that already. after meeting up with
pausedsilence during late september this year, right after i had three long days and two sleepless nights with young kiddies at camp, i refuse to look like i have just crawled out of quick-sand meeting
sowhatsthestory on this sunday. being utterly broke from the holiday festivities, i have no choice but to raid my closet with hopes running a tad low, at least i will have the amazing electric blue nails that brighten up my day and purple panta mittens which are my little guilty pleasure.
here i am having a blast choosing what to have for dinner with
vex_ and
pausedsilence.
i leave you with a paparazzi photograph of my most awesomely bling-ed up locker from my secret santa, number 141.