Dear stranger,
I love walking to school. Stopping for doughnuts, my hair dancing with the wind, listening to a certain playlist, sweet disposition, the old man playing his keyboard (today it was Hey Jude), passing by really odd people who stares at you until you're gone into the horizon. It's the highlight of my morning (unless they ran out of Choco Frosted like today).
I plan on buying a sewing machine and make my own dresses instead of drooling over works by Sonia Rykiel or Erin Fetherston. Then, maybe if I do good I can actually get myself a scholarship to a fashion school or save up for it. I still plan on studying to a fashion school in South Korea, you know, maybe after my 4 year course. But despite being broke I really wanna practice my designing skills and make a really beautiful dress to show. Maybe that'll take me somewhere. Oh, and I also want to be a cabaret singer. So hopefully, if I get to be a topnotch fashion student in Korea, they would send me to Fashion Week London and i'll make big bucks. Then i'd drop my fashion career and be a New York cabaret singer instead. Pardon my mind for being twisted.
Greet the brand new day. The sun is up. The sky is blue. It's beautiful, and so are you.
