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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

December 2007
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♥ adieu .
set them free

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


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Monday, February 18, 2008
hello, old friend. 7:18 AM

cos I roll with the best;
and my girls always shine,
------

hello, world--
you tried tossing a mundane monday at me; but sorry, it didn't work.

"it's a hardknock life for us
it's a hardknock life for us
'stead of playing, we get work
'stead of boyfriends, we get jerks
it's a hardknock life!

don't it feel like the wind is always howling?
don't it feel like the work, it never ends
once a day, don't you want to throw the towel in
and cry in the toilet with your friends (inside joke)

no one cares if your eyes at night get weepy
no one cares if you fail or if you pass
no one cares if in class you're very sleepy
you feel like such an ass... (last note to be drawn out with great relish)"

first stanza was written by RJ; the second and third by me.
It was weird, really-- it just came right off the top of our heads. and then we serenaded everyone willing (or foolish!) enough to stop for a while to listen to us; and my goodness we'd be crunk on alcohol.

I am never touching the stuff.

Us without alcohol = scary enough.

'course, the lyrics aren't not all true. the teachers've been really nice; and hey-- we're not as bad as all that.

... compromises and exaggerations had to be made in the name of Art.

and although yeah, sometimes life kinda gets all urgh;
I secretly think we kinduv enjoy it. (yes- sick! twisted!) And I don't think I'd have it any other way. (not referring to the sick and twisted part.)

Training was decent enough-- long runs spent with Qiu are the shizz. The run passed pretty quickly-- it never fails to amaze me how much we can talk about. Or the stuff we do talk about. Like calculating how long it'd take to somersault around the njc track (4 hours). And the merits of girly sleepovers with comfy pjs and big fluffy bedroom slippers, and ice cream and marshmallows, and teddy bears and chick flicks.

later on my phone beeps nonstop.
and I laugh; hey monday, come and get me.

hey monday.
what a pathetic attempt. honestly, I'm disappointed.
is that the best you can come up with?






harder, better, faster, stronger.