Dear Mr Santa (who may I add is ever so generous and kind and what’s not),
In the short span of two weeks, I’ve bought:
1 trench coat and a bag (yippeeeee!)
2 pairs of shoes
Lots of tops: formal ones, unformal ones woohoo.
Countless other miscellaneous items: jeweleries, nail polish and stickers, hair accessories and photo albums (WTH?).
Now that doesn’t sound like a lot does it? Which is a good thing. Means there is space for more muauahaha. Please don’t misunderstand my evil laugh. It’s only natural that a girl gets so excited about shopping. But sigh, it feels like I’m so broke already. Which is a bad thing seeing the fact that I really haven’t bought enough. Hmmm. Which is why I need you, dear Santa. I’ve never really asked you for anything (well, I don’t believe in your existence since ever) but as I grew older, I realised, free stuff are the best stuff. And since I’ve never got ANYTHING from you, it does seem pretty fair that you grant me this lil wish, and I swear I’ve been at good for at least one year out of my 22 years of life (come one, there ought to be ONE year where I actually behaved, I’m afraid the odds are against you Santa). So if you can just please oh pretty please give me a tree that grows money? Wait, let me rephrase. YOU have to/must/are obligated to give me a tree that grows money. Albiet Christmas is still a while away, but I am a very patient girl (in a sense) so I can wait. Thank you very much.
Waiting for your reply,
xoxo,
s0hp0h
s0hp0h (｡◕‿◕｡) 