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♥ precious.
la bella vita;

Cara

loves: black and white photography. poetry. vintage stores. thunderstorms. good ambience. fairytales. disneyworld. black kohl and fuschia lipstick. red and purple skittles. turquoise beads. icing but not cakes. might-have-beens. the dandy warhols. within temptation. automatic loveletter. mediaeval baebes. troy. interview with a vampire. the oc. making 11:11 wishes. purple glitter. mermaids. my-little-ponies. magic.

expertise: melodramaticks. eyeliner. laughing. goodbyes. hanging in there.

♥ music on, world off.
shh.

soundtrack to life.

♥ scream(?).
live.

♥ past .
instant time travel

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♥ adieu .
set them free

AMANDA
ANDRE
ASH
DEB
ELEMM
07IP04!
08IP04!
JOSH
KAT
LISA
QIU
RENJEAN


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Tuesday, January 8, 2008
hello, old friend. 1:42 AM

'til there's someone to cry about
someone to fight it out,
someone to say you're the reason they breathe
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My gosh, this place's crying out for an update.

I: am hanging in there, but am starting to feel tired.
Already.
And it's only the second week of school.

What I'd really, really like to do is wake up to the sound of rain falling outside my window, and my iPod speakers singing Deathcab for Cutie from where I left them where I must have fallen asleep last night; and lie in bed and daydream about golden skin and endless summers and all the lovely things I could do with my day;

lie in bed for a long time more anyway; then wake up slowly with black coffee from my favourite java mug.
And then I shall watch the day blink sleepily through grey raincloud-lidded eyes, and draw a little (just a little) sunlight around itself in an attempt to hide its barefaced, dim-skied, sleepy-eyed beauty,
and the later part of the day shall be spent scribbling poetry in corner cafes and maybe meeting up with an old friend or two for some light talk-- nothing too heavy; nothing that requires forced laughs or the high of overconfidence- just light talk about trivial things like music and hats and faces on the street.

And that, I think,
would be very nice indeed.

... But for now, I shall have to content myself with the planning for my sweet sixteenth.

... I don't feel sixteen yet. Am I supposed to?
I feel as if Time's left me, somehow, back there at Fourteen.
Thought of the day: if we had left for America, I'd have my own car in slightly over two weeks' time. How rad?!

I'd totally ask for a Hummer.
I don't like cars that purr; I like cars that growl.

And on another note; RJ's birthday's coming up soon, even before mine; and I still think it'd be neat stuff if we all dressed up as guys and asked her out on a birthday dinner date.
I've got scuffed dark jeans and a newsboy cap and my sneakers with glittery laces and my daddy's tie, and I'm pretty sure I could borrow a man's shirt from...somewhere.

Okay now chemistry calls.

Sweet sixteen's gotta wait.

Ciao, lovelies. <3>