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Sunday, November 29, 2009

i mentioned before that i am Daddy's girl.
my Dad spends lavishly on me, something my siblings never hesitate to point out, the latest being a Braun Buffel wallet; long black and sleek as a stretch limousine.
i have in return my elaborate lies, which makes me feel i will eventually lose this wallet too because i generate metric tonnes of bad karma from being such a terrible person. only there's no such thing as a karma cycle, your karma is predetermined since you were born, and sticks with you 4 lifez. that explains stuff, like why my life abides by Murphy's Law. it fits.
i want to tell him to stop buying me things because i don't deserve anything.

currently reading: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

heading to the library later to borrow guide books to Beijing (my confirmed travel destination since there are no flights available for anywhere else :<).
one with lovely glossy pages and picturesss.
"What good is a book without pictures..?"

sometimes i can't believe the meat that i am stuck with.

she's not here @

9:32 AM