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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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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
hello, old friend. 7:02 AM

we are the lucky ones
we shine like a thousand suns
when all of the colour runs together,
------

I was never really one for thursdays; but tomorrow's shall be pretty bearable.
school, recording studio, down for a swim, then body combat.

... Speaking of swimming; my hair's becoming brown.
My hair never does what it's supposed to do. [/fumes] ... When I made an attempt at dying it brown with henna two years ago, it stayed irrevocably black; and now when I didn't ask it to, it's started turning brown.

Which reminds me of the Disney Girls' Club a group of friends and I used to have back then, a few years ago; and every morning we would meet at the Fairy Ring at the back of a field. I was Ariel back then; so one morning I came traipsing towards the Fairy Ring with the morning sun streaming onto my face, and everyone in the Ring did a double take and gasped, "... your hair's auburn!" and I was so thrilled.

But moving back to swimming-- I've had to give running a rest for a while, and turn to alternative forms of exercise.
S'not just my shin splint now-- the other day, I took a fall on my balcony. Aaand landed facedown (literally)-- just that my knee took the most of the beating.
Fortunately, though; I fell the wrong way, so I narrowly missed tumbling off the roof. (don't ask me why I was on the roof-- it's a nice place to listen to music, s'all.)

RJ: "... Stupid Caaaarl. Who falls the wrong way off a balcony?"
Me: "... Well-- would you rather I had fallen the right way?!"

so now my shin hurts and my knee hurts and I can't run well, dangit Cara, why'd you always have t'go and put your foot in it?
... ooh pun.

... I've realized that I've taken a liking to swimming, though.
I'm not the fastest swimmer around (by faaaar); and I'd hate to swim competitively-- but there's just something about being in the water that I find completely soothing; completely healing.
Maybe s'cause I'm a water elemental.
And as much as I miss running now-- I suppose running IS a rather fire/earth(?) dominated sport.
So it's good to get back to one's roots now and then. ('scuse the Earth elemental term)

... I love Lea Salonga.
I watched her audition video on youtube, for MIss Saigon; and her voice was stellar, even at 17.

oh, and I think there are fairies in my room.
the other morning I was sitting at my desk and starting to feel a little warm; then the airconditioning suddenly switched itself on, of its own accord.
Strangely enough, I wasn't freaked out-- so I went to look for the aircon remote control; and it was on my bed, at the other side of the room.

awesome, no?

I still remember when my little sister and I used to leave flower petals and cool water out for the fairies.

when I am grown up and have a home of my own, I shall never ever ever plant a rowan tree outside my house; even if I can.
Instead, I shall plant periwinkles and weeping willow trees and leave petals and water around the garden; and my children shall grow up with fairies and wood nymphs as playmates.

now, back into my room.

I shall listen to Lea Salonga and Becky Taylor and Hayley Westenra, and catch up with a few friends; and prepare for a lovely thursday tomorrow, and a lovelier friday.



thank you, week, for being kind.