This is how I feel. When I don't want to hang up but yet have no choice. Either because there was nothing else or nothing better to say. Or because there's this awkwardness now. I'm bleeding inside and no one knows. Sometimes, I really hate my life.But because, Stan is such a positive being, she will end this post on a happy note. This is what makes her happy. Found this off flickr. Not exactly haute couture nor vaguely designer sketches but she likes it anyways. It appeals to her senses, though she's not sure why at this point of time.
And maybe she'll also look to refurbish Suite Stuff with stuff like these.
Enjoy the pics. Logging off now..
