Here have a cookie

In which I try give my beloved little sister some confidence, with the help of Cielu and Sebaschan

You are beautiful

Hear that?

You are unique, one of a kind, a miracle in the flesh. You are you and should be proud to show it off.

In all the seven billion (and counting) people on the planet, there is only one of you~ 

You are special and you should be confident in yourself because, no matter what you do, there will always, always be people who love you.

In life, there will always be people who, because of jealously, will try and get you down. They'll say hurtful accusations, laugh at you, talk behind your back. But you just have to remember, these people are only a small percent of the people spread out across the planet. Besides this says everything about them and nothing about you. This shows that the person is unhappy with themself and, instead of dealing with their own problem, they choose to take out their unhappiness on other people. When this happens, we simply pick up our heads and laugh, 

Because, at the end of the day, nobody is perfect, and everyone is human. We all feel upset, get angry, feel depressed, feel incredibly excited, feel demotivated, feel proud, feel disappointed. It's all part of life, and sometimes we think no one understands and that everyone is out to get us, life is getting us down, that we're just a burden to those we love. Do not despair, everyone at some point feels like this, but you have a choice on what to do with those feelings. You can either be stubborn and refuse the help of those around you, or you can learn to work with those feelings and enjoy them, because they are all part of the experience, we wouldn't be human without them.

You should never ever  give one single care to what other people think of you. If you wanna wear a completely outrageous and gorgeous outfit, (like I always do ♥) .Then do it. If people stare then so what, if you are happy, then it does not matter what other people are thinking. Besides, thoughts happen inside people's head if I am not mistaken, therefore, you have no actual proof of what people are thinking, they could be thinking "Ohmytableflippinggosh that is one butt-kicking outfit right there."

Be an optimist

Because after a while, pessimism leaves your face and outlook on life

Quite changed.

So when that small little voice inside your head is telling you to give up or refuse someone's help or to be stubborn, simply booty-kick that voice sky-high, preferably to the moon.

Because you are bewtiful okay?

NOW EAT THIS COOKIE CAUSE I LUF YOU

My Kokoro is brokoro

Version number 2. The new and improved version. Version 2.0 . I'm gonna go cry now T^T

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I used to love the rain. Rain reminded me of colourful umbrellas, hot chocolate and misty window. But the real reason I loved the rain was because it reminded me of him. Rain reminded me of  my little brother's excited squeals as he saw grey cloud rolling across the sun. Rain reminded me of how he would grab his battered umbrella in one hand, and tug my fingers, pulling me with him, in the other.

We had a favourite spot when it came to watching the rain. It was an old oak tree that lay just across the road, on a small plain green hill. My brother loved how you could see everyone's house from that tree. He loved to watch people walk in the rain, umbrellas clutched in their hands, their eyes on the floor, scurrying to the warmth of their homes. He told me he would imagine what all those people did once they got home, did they have families? Did they have a dog, or a cat, maybe a small fish? He wondered if they would play board games or watch television, or huddle under blankets and tell each other stories. People fascinated him and he never tired of watching them.

I thought about my brother, as I often did, as I walked towards the old school building. The ground seemed familiar, yet at the same time, oddly frightening. I placed the feeling on the fact that my intentions were different than usual. 

My brother loved me, he made it his first priority to tell me so everyday. Sometimes the statement would surprise me, he would say it just after a fight or when I had shouted at him. Sometimes, it made me cry, like when he noticed the self-inflicted slices that were painted across my arms but would look me in the eyes and tell me I was still beautiful. My brother told me everything. We would lay huddled together under thick woolen blankets, cowering from our parents ranting the echoed from downstairs. My brother would tell me he was scared, scared of the dark, scared of getting hurt, scared of the fighting, the bullies, scared of life. I used to laugh at his squeaky voice. I would simply smile and pat his fluffy golden head, whispering reassuring coos. He needed someone to depend on, and I was determined to fulfill that role. I vowed to protect him.

Protect him.

I pushed my weight against the school's thick glass door and flinched when it opened with a loud creak. I stood in the abandoned entrance hall and looked towards the spiraling staircase that led to the roof. I took a deep breath, calming my jittering nerves and shaking hands. Leaning against the staircases's handrail, I slowly made my way up the stairs. My feet marched together with the quiet tick of the grandfather clock that sat against the wall. 

Together

My brother and I were complete opposites. I was smart yet impatient and often frustrated. I had a huge case of social awkwardness, people either scared or annoyed me, sometimes both.  I was deemed "uncontrollably emotional " at times. My brother was, in a way, my savior. He was my responsibility and the thought of taking care of him often kept me going. My brother, unlike me, was compassionate, he noticed people's actions and connected them to how people felt. My brother was a crybaby, soft and meek, and yet, in a way, stood strong and firm, reminding me of a tree.
My brother and I were completely opposite. And yet, due to the laws of nature, opposites attract. My brother and I were the perfect partners, incredibly close, we deemed ourselves inseparable.

I reached the top the the stairs and pushed open the door. As I stepped onto the roof, a gush of wind made my skirt flap and my eyes water. I took careful steps across the roof and peered over the edge. The roof was high. The fall would be painful. I asked myself, "Did I want to die?"

Death

My brother was both fascinated and terrified by death. He constantly made it his duty to find out what happened after a person dies. He would use libraries, bookstores, churches, anything that would calm the curiosity in his mind. And yet, the knowledge he obtained would scare him, he told me he didn't want to die. So, I amused him with stories of fanciful heavens and reincarnation. One day, he came up to me and stated that when he dies, he wants to be reborn as the sun. Surprised, I asked him why. "Because everyone loves the sun. When it rains, the sun makes everyone happy again. I want people to love me like that. I want to make everyone happy, especially you!"
Happy?
I guess I was never truly happy when I wasn't around him. My thoughts were often dark and I often took my anger out on people who came into contact with me. That was my fatal mistake.
I never thought that one fight would lead to anything. My brother and I rarely fought, and we we did it was usually over something petty that we would laugh about the next day. It's funny, I don't even remember what we fought about . But I remember how he pushed me out the doorway and ran outside, quickly wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. As the door slammed, my heart instantly sunk, it was my fault, I rushed after him to apologize.
I told my brother I would protect him, yet, as he stood there in the middle of the road, the rain dripping off his fingers, his eyes wide in horror at the oncoming truck that had no control on the slippery tarmac ,I just stood there and watched. Even as his blood splattered across my face, and the smell of his hair polluted the air. I just watched.
Everything was red after that. Red was the colour of the flowers they used at his funeral, red was the colour of the band I wore around my wrist to remind me of him. People moved on, slowly forgetting. I envied how easy they made it seem. I couldn't move on, not until I had told him how sorry I was for fighting with him that day, not until I told him, for the first time, that I loved him too.

I stood at the edge of the roof, rocking backwards and forwards on the balls of my feet, tempting fate. The rain slowly dripped off my glasses, making everything blur . The ribbon on my shirt flapped in the wind, slapping my neck. I laughed at how ironic the rain felt. The rain we loved was bidding me goodbye. 
I don't know what I thought as I stood on the roof. Maybe I thought, if I died, I would somehow be able to bring him back. We would go home together and drink hot chocolate and I would finally tell him how sorry I was. It would be a fairytale ending. 
Maybe I thought I didn't deserve to live on while he was dead. I told him I would protect him, but I didn't save him from that truck . I had no right to be here..
I just knew I had to try, for him. I would make up for my actions.
This was my way of saying sorry.
So ,
Can you hear me? 
"I love you--"

I slowly took my last breath, savoring the feeling of the air entering my lungs.
I turned around and faced the sky.
I hope you're watching.
I took a step backwards and..
Fell..
I watched as the sky moved further and further away. The wind screeched in my ears, taking off my glasses and leaving the rain to fall on my eyes. My hair fell out it's small ponytail and whipped around my neck. My arms failed out in front of me. 
Then.
Everything turned that dark red.
It hurt.
Did it work?
Is fate trying to tell me it was meant to turn out this way?
I'm sorry I couldn't save you, 
Brother, if you're watching..
"I'm sorry, I died"
So please, please forgive me. 



Prologue~
The boy walked out the classroom, carrying his mud covered shoes in one hand and a large umbrella in the other. His bag was heavy and filled with algebra homework that he was not looking forward to completing once he got home. The boy walked down the pathway and glanced up at the grey sky, wondering when the rain would finally let up. Suddenly, a small "clack" came from behind him. The startled boy jumped in fright and quickly turned around, ready to attack his perpetrator head on. He laughed when he noticed it was only pair of large red glasses . The curious boy picked up the glasses and saw noticed the now broken arm and shattered glass. He wondered how the glasses got there in the first place, did someone throw them? Could they have fallen... 
The boy looked up and saw the girl falling. She was falling incredibly fast and the boy could only watch her in horrified awe. The boy panicked, not knowing what to do, wanting to save the girl, he ran closer to where she would fall but---
A loud "crack" reached the boys ear and he stumbled as he realized he was too late.
The smell of blood filled the air and the boy covered his mouth, staring at the body of the girl.
The girl moaned and twitched, and the boy quickly knelt next to her, trying to remember if anyone had told him what to do in a situation like this. The boys put his head on the girls chest and sighed relieved when he heard a frail heartbeat. He put the girl's head in his lap and used his shaking hand to brush the strands of hair off the girl's blood covered face. The boy did not know the girl, and yet, he found himself crying. His tears dripped off his chin and landed on the girl's cheeks. Her eyes painfully fluttered open and she took notice of the boy. The girl grimaced and asked slowly, "Brother?"
The boy looked surprised and sniffed loudly
" N-no, I'm sorry, I-i just saw you fall and you look injured so I just....."
The girl looked sad
" I see.. Do you think, he'll forgive me then?"
Suddenly, the boy understood who the girl was. He saw through her eyes how guilty she felt, how she thought her brother's death was her fault. He saw how the girl had walked up the stairs and stood on the roof, he understood the decision she had to make. He understood why she had jumped. The realization stabbed him in the heart.
The boy looked the girl in the eyes and smiled as best as he could.
"He will forgive you. I promise"
The girl simply smiled and said muttered,
"Then, tell him..I'm sorry"
And with that, the girl fell still

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Forgive Me

I used to love the rain. Rain meant brightly coloured umbrellas, hot chocolate and misty windows. But, the reason I really loved the rain was because it reminded me of him. His voice sounded just like the rain, soft, smooth and beautiful.

Rain

It was raining as I walked towards the old school building. With no one in sight I pushed my weight against the thick glass door, it grudgingly creaked open. I looked up. Before me… stairs. I took deep breathes, and leaned against the railing, slowly, quietly, making my way up the stairs, trying not to disturb the building’s eerie silence.

The top

I walked to the top of the building, out the emergency door, onto the school's roof. It was raining harder. I laughed and thought the rain ironic. The rain that I had loved was bidding me goodbye.

The edge

I crept towards the edge of the roof, peering below. I was high. The fall looked painful. I gazed at the school I had called home. The tar-paved courtyard, the paint-chipped basketball court, the AstroTurf football field. I gulped and blinked once. Everything blurred. I blinked again. Everything turned red.

Red

 Red was the colour of love.

When you love someone, you're supposed to tell them everything.

I thought he did.

We would lie together during thunderstorms, cowering under the thick blankets, revelling in the darkness of the rain. He would hug me close and whisper that he was afraid. His fears were common, almost stereotypical, laughable.

Spiders, lightning, pain, darkness, death.

I would comfort him, patting his head reassuringly and whispering coos.

I was glad, almost ecstatic that someone needed me. I was needed. A new feeling that I hung onto like a drug.

You could say I was pathetic.

But my love for him blinded me from everything.

I failed to see how he slowly became weaker,

I failed to see how he would tire of our races to school

I failed to see how quickly he would run out of breath when he kissed me.

But I did notice

Yet I ignored it

That was even worse.

I loved him too much to believe he would ever leave my side

Waiting

When he failed to pick me up from school, I brightly laughed it off, making fanciful excuses for his absence, like he’d forgotten to get up that morning. I tried to ignore that fact that he wouldn't respond to the phone calls I sent him, each one becoming a little more desperate and worried. I lived on.

Realizing

I would visit him every day, as often as I could. The hospital gave me the creeps, everything was so white, so clean, the nurses so happy. The smell of death was everywhere.

Every day, I told myself I wouldn't cry. He needed someone to depend on, someone strong and bursting with hope. I tried to be that person. I failed. I was completely pathetic. Fat, ugly tears rolled down my cheeks as I lay next to him, holding his hand amongst the labyrinth of needles attached to his arm. I told him I was afraid. I whispered how I was afraid of losing him, afraid of living on without him. He just smiled and his rain-like voice seeped through my ears, calming me just like I used to calm him during the storms, telling me to live on, be happy, telling me he loved me.

He loved me.

When you love someone, you're supposed to tell them everything

He never told me he was sick. Instead, he would full each day with surprises, kisses, living each day like it was his last, because, in a way, it was.

If only.

If only I had known.

If only I had known that each time he hugged me, it would be one of the last times I would smell his forest-like scent.

If only I had known that each time he told me he loved me, it would be one of the last times I heard those words with his rain-like voice.

But I didn't know.

I was blissfully ignorant

And now he was gone

Gone

I stood on the edge of the roof, my skirt flapped in the wind, my glasses stuck close to my face, my hair whipped around my neck. I don't know what I thought as I stood there. Maybe, that if I died, he would somehow come back, and we would live on happily ever after like you hear so often in those fairy-tales.

Maybe I thought I didn't deserve to live on while he was dead. He told me to be happy. How could I be happy without him?

I opened my eyes and leaned foreword, making my decision.

I would jump.

He would be waiting for me at the bottom, ready to catch me.

And I would laugh at his blushing cheeks and say---

"I love you---"

I took my very last breath and

Fell...

I watched the sky, moving further and further away, the rain falling on my face

The light grey of the sky turned to a dark seeping red

It hurt

I had failed

I was pathetic.

I laughed weakly.

“I'm sorry, I died"

Forgive me.

-Sparkle Sparkle-

Weeeeell hello ~

We are going back to Seoul tomorrow (Everland here we coooome  ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆)
So, before we go.... I wanted to catch y'all up on what I've been doing~

1. Watched all the epiodes of Dangan Ronpa. I hated this, first, I layed my eyes on Junko 

 she was instantly my fav.... 

and then she goes and DIES 

And then I find out that she is actually isn't dead and is the mastermind of the whole thing!

So... it was a rather big feelz trip.

Anyways! MOVING ONWARDS

Allow me to introduce~ the newest member of my evergrowing bear circus!

DRUMROLL PLEASE!

And now~ other things I have been procrastinating with

Ene~ Ene~ ENE!

Well well~ Over and out 

A beginning

Ohohohoho~ Writing little blurbs like this gets me so excited  ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
Unfortunately it's not explicitly detailed as I quickly scribbled down during math class. However, I am planning to update it soon ┐(￣ー￣)┌
A-n-y-w-a-y-s.....

Silvermine is a small, experimental town used to create a batch of perfect humans. Subjects are allowed to live life "normally" while, behind the scenes, top scientist are changing the subjects genes via a small microchip inserted into the back of each subjects neck.Every few years, a "evolution sweep" takes place, whereby the Military police remove any subject that will not be able to handle the next gene change.  
The H.P.M.C (Happiness and peace of mind committee) are a group of misfit kids determined to survive. They have a secret, off-radar base near the edge of the town. Each member has a unique talent which they plan to use to stop the experiment before they are all eradicated. 
  
Main members of the H.P.M.C

Member 01 
Name: Cecilia Bellwood 
Age: 16 years 8 months 
Height: 160 cm 
Hair colour: Honey brown 
Eye colour: Cecilia has a case of Heterochromia iridium (one eye is a different colour than the other, in this case, the right is green while the left it light blue).
Personality: Cecilia is quiet, shy, and antisocial to those who don't know her. She doesn't like to leave the base. Cecilia does not talk, instead, she uses a small doll-like puppet that was given to her by her brother before he was taken away. Cecilia is a genius when it comes to computers and can hack any website within minutes. She is usually put in charge of safety in any missions the group has. Although she (along with her brother) was the original founder of the H.P.M.C, she prefers to let her companions chose who will lead the group to victory. Cecilia acts like the mother of the group, she loves all her companions and would die to protect them. 

Member 02
Name: Nico Unknown
Age: 17
Height: 175cm
Hair colour: Dark black
Eye colour: Emerald green
Personality: Nico was a close friend of Cecilia and her brother since middle school. He has a short temper, especially when it comes to things he finds unjust, and sometimes acts quickly upon his feelings. He counts on Cecilia to hold him back. To the group, he acts as the leader and makes all the big decisions, he shows an air of confidence and authority and chooses the option that will avoid the people he loves getting hurt. However, once alone, he is quite childish and feels as if he is a bad person. He confides this to no one except Cecilia,whom he often spends the night with which leads the group to think of them as a couple. Many of the younger  members refer to Nico as "daddy" while calling Cecilia "mum".  The two have yet to confess their feelings to each other.

Members 03
Names: Emily and Emmett (twins)
Ages: 14
Heights: 170 cm
Hair colour: Very very light blonde, closer to white
Eye colours: Deep sea blue
Personality: Emily- Emily is the "oldest" of the two, having been born first. She likes to act older than she is, making decisions by herself that tend to bring failure more than success. Emily is a skilled fighter despite only being 14, and is usually sent out on missions. Emily tries to act tough, but has a soft side when it comes to the especially younger members of the group.
Emmett- Emmett is quiet.. make that very.. sensitive. He usually helps Cecilia in the kitchen and likes to help the younger members with their lessons. Emmett rarely goes on missions has he cannot stomach harming others, no matter what side they are on. 

Member 04
Name: Four
Age: 10
Height: 110 cm
Hair colour: red
Eye colour: Light brown
Personality: Four has no real name, having no recollection of his past. Four, even though he is only 10,  is the mastermind behind the group. He comes up with all mission strategies and handles the mechanical side of the base, attending to the computers, the security gates and so on. Four is also close to Cecilia and sometimes, when she is misunderstood, explains what she means to the confused group members. Four looks up to Cecilia as an idol an aims to get her attention in the tasks he completes. He often gets into arguments with Emily.

Member 05
Name: Daniel Uefermann
Age: 19
Height: 180 cm
Hair colour: Dark orange
Eye colour: light blue
Personality: Daniel is very boisterous, and quite violent. He acts as the brawn of the group. Daniel aces in chemical sciences and is in charge of the bases' defense system and the groups weapons. He behaves quite aggressively towards the members of the group as he has lost his ability to trust people. His main objective is to destroy the system, find his long-lost sister and survive the experiment. 

A small excerpt: There was ruckus in the dining room. Cecilia sighed inwardly as she juggled the large amount of small soup bowls in her arms and headed to the chaos. Emily,annoyed at being disturbed at her video game  suddenly decided to take charge, and shouted, "Everyone sit down and shut those holes of yours!"
The children, sensing Emily to be serious, quickly shut their mouths and sat neatly at the table, awaiting Cecilia. Cecilia smiled relieved and set the bowls filled with tomato soup on the table, warning everyone with a well practiced swoop of her puppet's head that the soup was hot. The children looked excited and chorused, "Thank you for the meal mum!". Cecilia looked at them all smiling sweetly and walked back to the kitchen. She picked up another bowl of soup and, without the children seeing, quickly took a slice of bread from the ration cupboard. She then  made her way down the hall to a large oval door. Knocking twice, she entered. The room was pitch black, not unusual as their base was underground, and Cecilia tripped in the darkness, almost spilling the soup. Standing up quietly, she took careful, well memorized steps to the table near the side of the room. She placed the soup down and sighed loudly, slightly annoyed that the room's occupant had not yet awoken. She crossed her arms and stared at the large bed in the middle of the room, focusing on the boy pretending to be asleep. Feeling ignored and getting impatient, Cecilia snatched a pillow from the bed and hit the sleeping figure repeatedly on the head. The figure gave a surprised cry and quickly rolled sideways, onto the floor.
"Umph" the figure moaned. "Next time.. please.. just a little lenience ?"
Cecilia gave a noncommittal grunt and turned on the light, shoving the soup to the boy. Then, talking ,once again, through her puppet, she asked, "Are you ready for today's mission Nico? Are you sure you want to go out with everyone? You don't want to stay at base with me? No one would mind you know..."
Nico took the soup , smiled at her and teased, " My my my, is my little Cissy worried? " then he sighed and said more seriously, " You know that I can't do that, no matter how much I want to. I have to go out there, I can't be a coward. I'm tired of just watching everyone else to the work, it's my turn to contribute to the cause! Besides," he added, looking calmer, "I've gotta bring more news from outside right? I'll promise to tell you everything when we get back" He winked and sighed quietly, " Maybe I'll bring something back that'll make you talk again. I do miss your voice you know... silly.." He ruffled her hair slightly and stood up. "Right, I've got work to do, and so do you! Let's get this mission rolling!" Abandoning the soup, Nico went to his cupboard and bought out the group's makeshift uniform. Cecilia, blushing slightly, quickly turned her back as he started to change. She walked out the door, waving farewell and silently wishing him goodluck. Outside, there was a bustle of organized frenzy. People were rushing to and fro, clutching documents and small pocket guns. Cecilia made her way to the main computer room, nodding to the members that she passed on the way, wishing for each one to come home safely. Cecilia reached the computer room and relaxed a bit, she felt much more comfortable around the large computers. She sat down, put on her headset, removed her hand puppet and carefully placed it in a drawer. She opened a file on her computer and wrote a small command message that all members taking part in the mission would receive. Then, cracking her knuckles, she set about ensuring the plan was in full scale and waited for the command to go. Suddenly, she heard a crackle in her headset and Nico's voice wishing everyone luck and  giving the order to move.  Cecilia's eyes sparkled and she grinned. Let the mission commence.

Hue...
Hue...
Hue...

A tutorial ~?

Well hi  (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ・。。✧・゜゜・。✧。・゜゜・✧。・゜゜・。。・゜✧ 

This is a small tutorial I made for making an easy spray pen, If you're like me, who always wants to own those fancy fabric spray pens.. then here's an easy alternative  ^ ^ ~

This is all you'll need:

• A sharp knife or something to cut the highlighter/pen.
• A highlighter/pen of your choice. It shouldn't be too expensive or precious to you as you are going to destroy it later on
• A box to keep everything in afterwards. You want someplace airtight to keep your spray pen nibs in otherwise they'll go dry.
• Some newspaper just so you don't mess on anything. 

Note:  You might want a pair of tweezers as well to remove the highlighter nib; I just use my teeth ^^"

The nib is the colored pointy bit at the end. In these highlighters, it's easy to just pull the nib out with your teeth or a pair of tweezers. This leaves a nice sized shape at the tip of the highlighter for later. So, the first thing is to pull the nib out. Put it aside for later.

So these are all the pieces you should have now...

So now... you wanna chop the highlighter in half.. or 3/4.. depends on how long you want your spray pen to be.. then, you have to carefully remove the inky-spongey stick in the middle. You're gonna wanna keep that, so put it in a safe place.

Now you take your nibby bit.. and put it inside your highlighter ! Amazing right ~

There are many pens you demolish and make into a spray pen. For instance~ This pen, I simply had to remove the cap at the back and the nib in the front and then it was ready to use!

On a side note: The inky-spongy stick that you removed from your highlighter earlier? You can use that to.. refill your highlighter, as the nib will dry out easily. To "refill" your highlighter, simply squeeze some of the ink out of the inky-spongy stick and soak the nib in it. Then you should be good for a while. Make sure that you properly store your inky-spongy stick and your nib otherwise they'll dry out.

Here are a few things you can do with your newly made highlighter:

I made these stencils and then spray painted them

You can also use your spray pen on fabric. I spray painted the lace, and the bracelet's fabric used to be blue~ but I spray painted it lumo pink ^^..

Anywho~ ENJOY YOUR DAY~ ｡･ﾟ･ﾟʕﾟ>ᴥ<ʔ･ﾟ･｡

Catching up~

Well hiya~

Now I feel bad because I haven't posted anything for a while ｡･ﾟﾟ･(>д<)･ﾟﾟ･｡.... But.. In my defense~ I was busy ! What? You want a list of things I was doing? Okay... Ahem...

• Watched all 19 episdoes of Shingeki No Kyojin   (๑╹ڡ╹๑) 
• Fangirled after watching both seasons of Kuroshitsuji~ (Ciiiiieeeeellll) °˖✧∩(◎ヮ◎∩)✧˖
• Created a tectonic craft bomb on the living room floor .. (no.. I'm not picking it up)
• Cried after seeing my exams results ( Geography... WHY YOU NO MAKE SENSE~!)
• Spent nearly all of my hard earned babysitting money that I was supposed to be saving for Japan... in Seoul... (what can I say.. I saw things.. I bought them)

And now~ To complete the experince.. please enjoy these bewtiful pictures with half-lame captions /////

Say "Cheese"..... This was the only photo I got of him willingly... I protect it with ma life

HAPPY BIRFDAY TO YOOOU~~

Me and my graffiti obsession <3

A famous Korean restaurant that I was informed of by my Piano teacher, I took this for her

A map that confused us more than it helped.

Seon-saeng-nim ~ Are you seeing this ~ ヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ

Our cutie-pie hostel

That's amore~

Sooo cuute >w< ~!

Once again~ We have been united with the heaven for vegetarians

Nonmnomnomnom

As soon as I think I've figured out Koreans... I see this

Poopies anyone~?

Oh look~ He's actually smiling!

Gaaaah~  (*≧▽≦)

Whoever thought of this idea.. is just plain genius... I salute thee

Sometimes.. I serioulsy think I should have been born a Korean... Or Japanese.. I could definitely be Japanese.. .. KONICHIWAAA~ WATASHI WA AMBER DESU.. HAJIMEMASHITE ~!  (ж＞▽＜)ｙ ☆.. Then I think I could die happily.. 

Fake dog~ Fake dog

Hey look.. its me =w= ......

My wittle sissy <3

I.. Need... A ..Pen

BWAHAHAHA~ I FOUND MIKU-CHAN... BOW DOWN TO YOUR SENPAI!

My love of cute things will never ever ever ever be fufilled...

IT'S BEWTIFUL RIGHT? TELL ME YES... IT COST A BLOODY FORTUNE  (╥_╥) .. but I love it 

My fangirl kingdom of Ciel Phantomhive.. These drafts for my next embroidery project ✖‿✖ 

 

My B-day present for my mother~ Took forever...

Another W.I.P.. Wings for my converse.. They are not finished yet~ I need to punch some holes >w<.. But they're kawaii right~? I am extremely proud of them fufufuf~