Chocolate

My Friday the 13th was nothing short of freaky. It was all good. No Jason Voorhees and his deadly intentions. What I find a bit strange if not freaky is the inconvenient truth that I have the drive to blog and hop around the interwebs but I don't have my own laptop. Mine gave up on me rather. It has finally reached its expiration date like canned sardines. Everything has an expiration, you see. Except for some other things that I would rather not talk about. I barely have the energy to. RIP, lappy. I'm giving you space in this entry cause you are terribly missed. 

Here's to hoping you don't get freaked out with the photo overload. Five photos. Five years. I was sweating bullets even if I was wearing a sheer top paired with my F21 shorts. Wearing this sheer top is as close to wearing nothing but the heat's just insanely unbeatable! It's a good thing we decided to be mall rats that day. Saved us from dying of heat stroke. I'm not exaggerating. Why does it sound like I'm killing us (my friends and I) in this entry when I initially said it was a good day sans the fact it was Friday the 13th.

Will blog more about it next. Promise. =)

top: WAGW | shorts: F21 | wedge: Parisian | bag: Parisian | belt: SM | rings: online

photos by my sister Liezyl