Hi I'm.. Who?!

What If

I see you standing over there

You look around without a care

I pretend you notice me

I look in your eyes

And what ya see

Is made up in my mind

Am I just wasting time?

I think this could be love.

I’m serious.

What if we were made for each other

Born to become bestfriends and lovers

I want to stay right here

In this moment with you

Over and over and over again

What if this could be a real love

A love, a love, yeah

-Colbie Caillat, What If

“Look at this.”

“Ooohh.. try if there’s a blue one it’ll look better on her.”

I sat by the black stylish sofa inside the boutique, exhausted with hours of roaming around and dressing up. “We have,” counting our shopping bags “Seven bags already. Can we please go home now?” I said, thoughts of relaxing by the bed and reading my books while sipping hot cocoa, a long bath and uninterrupted sleep entered my mind. I sighed watching my friends still unaware of my obvious boredom. “Clearly, this amuses both of you more than it does me. Ugh. Guys, I’ll just go buy some ice cream.. or something” Cindy waved her hand at me and then I was off.

I glance around the surroundings for no particular reason. Sometimes I just do that and thoughts of my future enters my mind. I find it kind of weird to just think how my life might change, maybe from a simple dress or a simple passing test or even this ice cream. “Thanks,” I said to the ice cream guy as I move towards the fountain to finish my ice cream and think of something other than if the dress looks good on me. I believe in fate, how people are fated to be with each other, yes I believe in that, but the cliche 'I bumped into him and it was love' BULLCRAP! No friggin' way that ever happened. No way! I believe I'll have my happy ending but I'm still trying to figure out how that will happen. Maybe later I'll meet him and we'll be together forever! *yey!* BULLCRAP! I'm in a mall for freaks sake. Nothing romantic actually happens in a mall. Have you ever watched a romantic scene in a mall?! Well I haven't. I never recall any movies having a pretty romantic scene in a freakin' mall.

 I can’t believe I agreed to this craziness, I mean I love shopping, sort of, but too much shopping is just a ‘No No’ for me. I’m not a big ‘ohh look at this!’ and ‘try this on’ fan. I get the fact that they want me to go on and be their fashion heir or be a fashion baby but come on you can’t beat the comfyness of a simple t-shirt and sweat pants. Am I right girls? 

I dropped the bags and reached for my phone when I remembered.. Oh! I need to call my parents. I forgot to call them yesterday for sure they’ll be panicking about my calling absence yesterday. 

 I love my parents, I mean what kind of daughter or son doesn’t love their parents right? Even Christian Grey type of fucked up children still loves their parents. I’m reading too much books, sorry.

Anyway, I love my parents. My mom is half- Japanese and my dad is well, Caucasian. Not much of my mom’s asian-ness can actually be seen in me. Most people actually say that I look like my dad. Now that I think about it, I don’t think they’re actually complimenting me I think they’re  telling me I look like a dude?! Bastards!