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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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Thursday, February 14, 2008
hello, old friend. 8:21 AM

love is all.
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Today was beautiful.

In the morning I received a call from Adrian,

"hey Cara, will you be coming into school from the main gate or the side gate?"

... and when I walked into school, and passed the grandstand; and then I saw them-- the four thrower guys-- with a rose and a pink Valentine.

"... haaaappy Valentine's Day, future sister-in-law!"

you all gave my day a perfect start.
thank you.

My table was never held so sacred.
little red cakes with hearts cut in them; chocolates; blueberry muffins; flowers; letters;
"happy valentine's day, from your millions of admirers!"

thank you all, I love you.

I like watching Ren Jean fall asleep in class, tis fun. :D
but from now on I shall do her a favour (or disfavour, depending on how you see it) and poke her whenever her eyes start to droop like thissssss,
and poking her will be fun too, I'm sure.

... Fastforward, trackup to riiiight after tuition, when I'm heading off for training.

He was waiting at the bottom of the hill; stepped out from behind a postboxesque thing, I can't remember his exact words but they were lovely still, something along the lines of

"I know I said I didn't like celebrating Valentine's Day but..."

... he smiled,
(the sky opened)
smiled and brought out a beautiful, big, beautiful, beautiful bouquet of lilies and carnations and roses and ger-wotchacallems and baby's breath; all whites and pinks and autumn pastels and sweetness.

black shirts and blue jeans never looked so good,
we walked to school-- you ARE a writer, your poem was beautiful, even in its two stanzas, thank you so, so much;

walked through the gates.

Qiu's face all shining with happiness and scrunched up tight,
track cookies and an excess of hershey's kisses,
the thrower guys teasing me--
"hey Cara look our hands're on him!"
our bags laid haphazardly in a corner with the beautiful bouquet and a big red paper heart,
folding leaves into hearts and looking for pictures in clouds,
somersaulting around the track; messy hair, laughing eyes,

so beautiful.


and later when the skies coloured their eyelids with twilight
and the shadows in the corner were whispering;
your eyes were still twinkling lighthouses
your skin was still as warm as summer

and I could not resist, no you had me
closed my eyes to you under lamplight
because some kinds of beauty make the heart break
opened them and wished (again) that I could draw
so I could pencil the starlight into your laughter

never have I seen a gaze more beautiful,
you were a child gazing into Neverland, like
a blind poet opening new lashes to gaze on some wild, wild world
of ancient peaks and asteroids and arcs rising up to Heaven like a hallelujah chorus
Dark eyes, you were impossible
so innocent and invincible.

later on it was us racing up the hill
you winning; I knew you would
and me turning and pretending that I minded
night-kissed hair, the colour of recklessness skidding under our skin and eyes all aglow
we ran down the old enchanted mountain
past the white houses and shadows of lovers
arrived, breathless, at my doorstep and all the while
the night was singing happily ever after

and they lived happily ever after (?)

and we lived happily ever after.