So tomorrow is the last day before I fly off to London for a week.


AND I HAVEN'T PACKED. Hah, I'm not actually screaming in my head. I'm pretty chill, sitting cross legged, wrapped in my comforter right now. I might panic later tonight or tomorrow. Ahh.

I headed out today for some TSA admin in school and then I was supposed to run errands for this London trip. Such as uhh more socks, hairbrush, moisturiser and wet wipes. What was supposed to be a mostly Watson's affair became a Body Shop, Cotton On and a random clothes' brand roadshow that had socks. I got sucked into spending $40 over bucks on moisturiser and a cleanser at Body Shop. The moisturiser's really good though.

As I stood at the cashier, paying for mah goods, I relived my days (6) in Tokyo where I went sans-moisturiser and how I felt so ugly, truly. No make up can cover dry skin lah. I didn't know it was gonna be so dryyy. So hohoho I didn't feel bad spending. Moreover, I should really stop using my sister's shit. It's not nice, and she pays for them too.

Moisturiser nevermind, at least, well, you know it prevents your skin from fucking up to an extent. BUT I BOUGHT A $24ISH HAIRRRBRUSH SHEN ME SRSLY. It better be good as it claims to be. It's called Kent~ For that money this Kent should be brushing my hair.

Perhaps being closer to your land would make it easier for me to think about this. Yknow, either way, it's still sorta shooting my own foot. Anything I do about this is still shooting my foot so wadahell. It's really stupid I know, but you are legit in my mind. Go ahead vomit. Will update again, when I am back, or during the trip!

See ya!