day two.

day two.
physical condition: bruised & abused.

in short;
- gucci paper bag titanically big enough to fit 4 dead bodies snugly inside
- getting stopped by police everytime i entered the mrt station, result of said gucci bag
- toting chanel back and forth like the tai tai i'm not
- too many brands i can't pronounce
- i just found out,
I CAN'T SPELL DOLCE & GABANNA EITHER!

wait.
turns out I WAS RIGHT.
it is DOLCE & GABBANA.
she was wrong then.

3-in-1 pack oreos, 2 chunks chocolate bread, 1 pack meiji jelly sweets
keep me alive&kicking.

tomorrow's agenda:
photoshoot, in at 845am

i can't wait for the opportunity to write something, anything.

p/s: UW has not been recovered/yet to be recovered, though the former is more likely.
depression in full force over lost RB/UW.