aaaaaaaahahaha...i havent said anything here for so long.

maybe next time....

i'm getting really lazy, huh? haha...actually, i just have no time to do things like this anymore. my free time is spent sleeping.... 

my recent obsession with guess is still going....another belt....

aaaaaaaanyway....i've decided to try (if i can) to keep track of my dreams...

here's last nights episode ~

me and akira were getting tired of work and the usual, so on sunday night we decided to take a holiday and go back to japan for a few weeks.
we bought our tickets immediately, and the next morning (which would be today) we were on the plane! after arriving we were so tired we had to sleep for a few hours.
we find ourselves infront of  a store (le chateau or aritzia...?) and it's closed for the day. i say to akira 'hey...we have this store back home' as i'm comparing all the display pieces in the window. 'i wanna come back later and buy some things'. out of curiosity, i look at my cell to check what time it is in vancouver - 11pm, and then it hits me...'OH NO! we never asked for time off from our jobs!' i have to be back at work in less than 10 hours. i tell akira we should call in sick, then take the next flight home, so we get in the car and start driving back to his family's house.
i don't even pack my stuff. we just get akira's mom to drive us to the airport, and i'm freaking out because i think i am gonna miss work and i cant believe i didn't even say anything that i was going away. somehow we get back home to vancouver and it's already late morning (too late for work, and i would never be able to get from osaka to vancouver in less than 10 hours....wtf). we have no luggage. we left everything in japan. i start freaking out again. i need my makeup and my clothes and my shoes and my stuff. i need it. a matter of life and death. so i make akira buy another plane ticket back to osaka. i don't care about work at this point. i want my stuff.
the end of this dream -  i am in the car again with akira's mom, in front of us is a bus, and akira is on it. he's sitting at the back, facing us from the rear window...i'm waving at him and he cant see me....

so....what the hell was that? i'd have to say that is the least fucked up dream i have had in a while...but when i was waking up, i was trying to convince myself it wasn't real. my dreams always seem to stress me out, so when i wake up i feel soooo exhausted. i think i was just telling myself that all work and no play makes me a bit depressed, which might be why i buy so many things...to compensate for my boredom. or maybe i just wanna travel again...meh...who knows...