Seohyun's weave.

The website to “register” yourselves is actually pretty damned cool. Go have a look. http://www.TheCapitol.PN

Gave in and bought this tank at Topman. Totally worth every penny methinks.

Dinner with Eve at Shokudo. It was so satisfying.

We were crazy bored waiting for Angelia to finish doing her hair.

Whatever he’s wearing, I want all of it. And his hair.

(Source: tetinotete)

Blue should be a legitimate natural hair color.

(Source: dark-white)

Maybe I should think about ditching the glasses.

I asked my friend the other day for the price of her ring and misheard her, thinking she said “4168”.

Wouldn’t it be funny if this really won? :)

Edit: It didn’t.

MM HMM.

(Source: justathoughtfulmind)

I want his hair, his glasses and his jacket tyvm.

Oh goodness, the people are all eating their breakfasts and it smells so good and I have no idea why I’m hungry perpetually and why can’t I just control my appetite. It sucks being the kind that gets fat from breathing.

It’s a rather strange life to live when your life is in limbo.

I’m waiting to be posted to my new unit, wherever that may be, and thus am neither her nor there.

My new unit could be devastatingly far away from home. My new unit could require me to stay in-camp during the week. My new unit could be filled with horrid people.

However, I am now waiting at this camp which is the closest to home, I get to go home daily at 5.30PM and the people are nice. But, this also means that I have nothing to do, I belong nowhere, and I can’t make a decision as to whether to pack my army things at home.

I’m sort of afraid things will get worse, but I’m sort of sick of waiting too. Thus my life is weird now. I have no idea which is better to want.

I once watched the Bravo channel for 8 hours and I really liked it.

It’s 6AM, my mom isn’t even awake and I’m already dressed, ready and out of the house.

I get on the cold and rather empty morning bus, spot another NSF carrying a rather large bag and sense him staring at my lack of one. Different vocations, different requirements. Inwardly, I thank whomever I have to thank for my fortunate situation this morning.

The aftertaste of milk still lingers in my mouth, remnant from breakfast, and I dully wonder if it’ll smell when I talk later on. That’s not a great first impression.

A lady with much too much makeup and perfume just boarded and I’m suffocating. She looks desperate. She needs a good lay.

It’ll probably take a while before the adrenaline rush of a new phase fades and the fatigue from my non-sleep the night before to kick in. But I’m not looking forward to that.