{ and we'll play summer on repeat;

♥ 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.

♥ scream(?).

live.

♥ past .

instant time travel

December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010

♥ adieu .

set them free

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

♥ credits .

thankyouverymuch

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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

hello, old friend. 3:22 AM

I remember all the feelings;
and the day they stopped.
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hello starshine,
status: still sick.

this morning I woke up bright and early to try and go for a run but I'd only run for about ten minutes before I started coughing big, biiig coughs like whoa, ouch.
grrrr.
of all times to fall sick, Cara, you genius.
should I go for training tomorrow? it might be pretty pointless, seeing as how I'm pretty much useless right now when it comes to running, but maybe if I go, Mr Irwan can give me...oh, idk... a workout that'll make me better? :/
I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

today RJ and Gwen went jobhunting so Kat and I decided to go along.
I took my meds before I went.
"omigosh Cara the well-manicured princess' gonna work part time?"
"hey. my nails may be manicured but I know how to get down and dirty so there."
about every thirty seconds or so one of them would turn to look at me with a funny expression and go, "...why're you here again?"
"uh. to find a job...?"
"but you don't need a job."
"yes I do."
"no you don't you've got unlimited cashflow."
"HA I wish! ... I do so need a job."

on the way back from the first pitstop at dempsey, it started to drizzle.
then started to rain.
then started to pour.
then started to phwoaaaarrr.

so there we were: four jobless, broke little girls sharing two umbrellas and becoming wetter by the second.
okay, so it wasn't as bad as all that. we weren't broke.
and THENNN just like in the movies! some red car drove by and sent an almighty tidal wave of water our way.
I would've laughed only it totally isn't funny in real life.

Kat borrowed my umbrella to get to her busstop, so RJ Gwen and I huddled under one tiny umbrella and made a mad dash for our busstop... and still ended up looking like drowned rats.
"oh great now I'm gonna fall sick. again."

unglammmmm!

status: at home.
I've been wandering around the house pulling bottles out of cabinets and crinkly pill packets from drawers and popping/drinking anything that says "for fever" or "flu" or "cold".
I've got so many meds in me, I could open my own pharmacy, I could.

so I shall stay indoors all huddled in the warm blankets and with the fuzzy eskimo negative ion cap my mum bought yesterday and with my tinkerbell mugful of hot, hot water
and snuggle up with my poetry and the green quill pen my granddaddy gave me because it makes me feel like an olden day writer.

this poem made me cry yesterday.

the sister's lament.

I'm addicted to online poetry now
we are a world of writers.