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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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Saturday, May 10, 2008
hello, old friend. 5:07 AM

"your lipstick, his collar, don't bother, angel.
I know exactly what goes on.
when everything you'll get is everything that you've wanted, princess.
well which would you prefer?
my finger on the trigger or me facedown across your floor
well just so long as this thing's loaded."
---


grrr sometimes I wish I looked like a ten year old.
By now I've already been cheated out of a small fortune by gruff busdrivers who absolutely refuse to believe I'm not some vertically-challenged adult trying to get a cheap ride.

I know I'm whining but that's what blogs're for anyway, hey?

so today I slotted my busfare into the coin box thing, and the guy in the driver's seat turns around and fixes me with this venomous look; which I totally did not deserve because hello, I'm just getting on your bus, dude; I come in peace.
"where your card?"
"Um. I didn't bring it...?" (obviously. I mean, that's why I'm even paying you in coins in the first place.)
"I need to see your card."
"I said I didn't bring it."
"no card, then you have to pay adult fare."
"Um. I'm a student. Like, I'm in my school pe, see?"
"I need to see your card."
"I don't have it."

then he just gave me this aggravating look,
so I conceded and had to dig through the vast contents of my vast vast bag for a few minutes to find an extra-- what, forty cents?

"next time you better bring your card first."
"if someone pays you in coins, obviously it's coz they didn't bring their damn card."

grrr.

oh well. I guess it can't be a very pleasant occupation-- being stuck in the front seat of a bus all day, AND travelling the same route over and over and over...but still, he could've been nice about it. If he'd asked nicely, I'd have conceded immediately.


okay enough grousing about busdrivers.

on a lighter note; I am never going to watch music videos again.
every time I hear a really awesome song, I get this incredible mind picture of the lead singer as this amazing, amazing dude with amazing, amazing looks.
then I go onto youtube and watch the music video in breathless trepidation and come off feeling considerably disenchanted.
Lead singers, I have realized-- are always hotter when you don't actually know what they look like.

oh and RJ's tongue's malfunctioning. it gets all twisted and tangly.
first try: "Cara, you've got to listen to pork."
me: huh?
second try: "Oops. I mean-- you've got to listen to pock punk."
me: ... um.
third try: "GAH I meant you've GOT to listen to pork rock."
me: (is dying of laughter by now)
fourth try: "ARGH. I meant-- 'you've got to listen to pop punk-rock.'"

oh and yes, for the record, I HAVE been studying.

need proof? I'm getting right back to it right now.


oh by the way my horoscope says that today: rhubarbrhubarbrhubarb!
the same goes for Qiu and RJ.
and let's just say we've lost all faith in horoscopes.
Qiu got hit on by a pervy old man. :/
RJ...met with her peer tutor, oh wow, hot date much, not.
And me? yeah when I was waiting by the road for daddy to come pick me up; some motorcyclist passed by me, slowed down, gave me this attempted seductive look, half-closed his eyes, and ran his tongue slowly across his lips.

me-oww.

NOT!

that is absolutely repulsive. like, EW.
keep your tongue in your mouth, pervert.

so yeah. horoscopes= so not true.
but if I know us, we're still gonna read them everyday anyway coz they're fun and anyway, who gets tired of hearing "you will meet someone tall, dark and handsome", right?
(i do.)

oh well. on a more serious note,
while it's not completely obvious yet, I think I see the banners and the swords gleaming in the distance
and it's funny how things come looking for you the moment you decide you don't need them.