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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

If the world ended, it should be run by miniatures.

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Photobucket White Jacket (hand-me-down), Scarf (vintage), Grey Jumper (made by mom), black tights (?), brown cowboy boots (sample sale), Black Beanie (Canada)

I know I know. It's nearly New Year's and here I am posting Christmas photos. My computer has been fixed but it's not yet up and running. (Good news: my files are not lost!) I've been too lazy to get my pictures into the labtop because this ol' thing takes FOREVER to do... anything. It's almost midnight, and I have insomnia so this is currently what I'm doing...
Well of course, it was Christmas. NOTHING was open except for the movies, a few coffe shops, and one accessories store. As my friend and I was trailing along, I couldn't help but notice: Wow! There's a lot of sales! And nothing was open.
Let me tell you, I was almost about to smash a window or something. I haven't actually done any legit shopping for myself in about 5 months. (Forever 21 (only shop decent for my budget) has been closed down for 3 and 1/2 months; it reopened in December and the day I come, it's closed.)
I mean of course, I should've known better to go to the mall on Christmas day. But my mom and my sis gone for the holidays and my dad who prefers home as his playground, I wasn't expecting much of a Christmas. Pop isn't much of a present guy either...
But as we walked around we couldn't help but notice the beautiful sculptures and water-squirting things there... things we DON'T usually notice when we bustling along shopping. It was actually quite nice and we felt quite fortunate to have such lovely places available to us. And ain't that what Christmas is all about?
P.S. I really like the first photo b.t.w. My friend caught the photo of me legitally smiling. Not a forced one or a pout... but an actual "the-water-is-fun" smile. Pure bliss.

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