The flea market.

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Going to the flea market has somehow become a need each month. Although I never acquire enough financial support to buy whatever I want, I could still satisfy myself a bit with a couple of crazy bracelets and crop tops.
And, it rained cats & dogs yesterday, which made it impossible to stalk and photograph beautiful girls.

Oh my God for a total of two days I totally forgot that I had a blog! And now I'm back on my blogger homepage to happily find out that my favorite photo bloggers have uploaded numerous of wonderful entries about their perfect little lives.

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Eating Shio-ramen with Camellia. Maybe my passion in Japanese food really only lies in California rolls and katsu-don T.T

Yoghurt cup #63

(Random photos that I saved from the first and second page of my tumblr. Basically all of my photos are lost in negative space because of my numerous times of bringing the computer to reparation T^T)

• Longest time no write. Although yes there were times that I've abandoned this blog in a longer time than this, this feels like the longest because you log on to your blog everyday, stare at the blank Compose page in front of you for about ten minutes, then turn it off because you have absolutely no idea how to start describing your life in the past few weeks.
• I have to admit i got a little bored as well, but I guess the very main reason why I didn't wanna blog much lately is because I haven't any photos to start a yoghurt cup.
• I want the silly bandz so badddd! When I have my first salary I'll definitely buy the first silly bandz packet that I see.
• And I've bought a bunch of friendship bracelets and got obsessed over it. Basically whenever I have money in hand all I could think of was "How can I get to the mall to buy some friendship bracelets? HOW???"
• And every once and always when I have money in hand I think about food.
• Like right now. I want that imported chocolate cookies.
• I think I'm in my bulimia phase since I'm hungry all the time and crave for anything in the corner of my eye.
• Time after time, I've taught myself how to cry in complete silence, to hide my swollen nose and reddish eyes, to breath without causing a single sound. 
• What if I'm dead? I don't want anyone of you to pretend like you care about me. No feelings are achieved naturally, they're all a part of an exchange. No, really, I'd rather have nobody care about the fact that I'm not here anymore than having people crying and mourning and do all bullshit stuff that they feel obliged to do to earn their Good Person title.
• Godddddd if it weren't because of the responsibility that this society has put up on human I would die right now.
• Humans are disgusting.