The death of handbags and heels.

Her facial expression is covered with despair,sadness, grief, like the look of some heavily affected New Yorker. Perhaps that atmosphere in his career is what makes her 'beautiful' in such a way wthat fulfill the fantasy of the opposite sex. Been talking and criticising a lot about the outside world, not doing my own job. At least, what I have been doing will smoothed my inner being a bit. She remains anonymous. The early maturity stages and indulgence have brought her into another atmosphere of nightmares. She is in Hollywood yet also in San Fernando Valley. Triumph in career and striking appearance contrasted the downcast in her soul. Her eyes, charming, but there is this little secret inside it, striving to let out, but the surrounding does not allows. Tyra Banks has done a good job, both in mentoring and as a friend, yet she never gives in. Why a girl with such standard like to put herself in the dreams of others? The contrast in his 'performing' career and 'acting' career have a vast difference.

Will there be a sudden personality disorder or is it existing since she was born? I don't like judging people by how their works strike me in my mind, but based on what I could witness, that's all I could say. It is her way of life, but by writing down the moments as a small memoir, at least, the words create a post that last forever and will be remark unto the past.

When Like is able to go easier and that the perspective will not be slightly tougher, I mean we don't really want or even need those handbags and heels that are sealed with respective hardcore brand. It creates a sudden visual and strange galaxy that let us ponder, strolling.

The girl wears and tears, picks up and throws it.

Have you been blinded? There are obvious and scary faces around you, yet you Don't fear. You respect the needs of the lost, you hurt yourself by letting them treated you with rope and disgusting materials, your tears dropped, we saw it, t is not an effect, nor a director's requirement, its you heart drops. Your heart is in pain, It screAMS and cries. Any moments, seconds, there is blood and tears of innocence and virginity drop on the ever-evil earth.

If you are willing, please read and ponder. I would like to see a new, fresh and re-born girl, vibrantly greeting all strangers in the sunshine way. It reminds me of the childhood that I have ever wanted, but spoilt. It's a regression but worth it, you moved the mountain, you triumph over the clouds, and it will succeed only with the blessing of light, showering love. Not the deceitful culture of purse, sport cars, handbags, cosmetics, heels...

May the peace of God be with you. There is always light in the darkness that you are in.