Go cry about it why don't you.

Suppose to be in KL supporting my cousin in his fashion show competition.
I'm suppose to have, like, a backstage pass and stuff.
BUT.
Realised my homework is piling like nuts and tomorrow I need to go Pavilion to babysit.
So yeah... Sorry cuz :'( I guess it's just my sis going.
As much as I love to watch him in action, you know, doing his stuff, whatever it is that designers do, I still have to finish my homework. But. But. Lets pray my sister snaps gazillions of photos for me to see. :D!
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/SCREAMSINAGONYWHILEPULLINGSTRANDSOFMYHAIROUT.

Anyway, let me introduce you my cousin.


No, that's NOT my cousin because if you're an attentive reader, you might've noticed I used the word HE to describe my cousin. That's just one of his designs. For. Something.



Yeah, the one adjusting the model's scarf. He's been in so many competitions, I catch no balls on what is all it's for. But still. Cool huh? :D
I would've LOVE to have a brother like him, but NO, I got stuck with the one who's in America right now, studying and studying and studying about scientific marketing. Like, what the fark is that?
Anyway, my bro got a permanent job there. America, I mean. For some big ass company. Named. Named. Something. So yeah, I guess he'll be applying for a green card next. :(
Ah well, no complains there.
Really.
No. :D

Love,
Jane.