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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 .
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♥ adieu .
set them free

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Monday, June 23, 2008
hello, old friend. 11:21 PM

hello, hello, so it's back to school and I don't really mind, actually.

Sex Ed on Monday was actually pretty darn fun?!
Specially when we had to put up a skit, in groups.
Oscar Nominees of 2008:
1. Divij: my poor consenting onstage boyfriend
2. Kaushik: gimme gimme more, gimme more!
3. Lynna & Ping: can you say girl-on-girl?
4. RJ: the third person in our risque little threesome, and an aspiring Lavigne.
oh yes and not forgetting me.

our skit was full of corny one-liners and it was AWESOME coming up with what we were gonna say because most of it was actually spontaneous. and pretty stupid.

(on the phone)
Divij: Hey, how's life?
Cara: Sucks...sy.
Divij: Oh. Um. Well. Are you in the mood to come over to mug, later?
Cara: *inspects nails languidly, drawls* ...I'm in a mood, all right.

(at the house)
Divij: So; should we start with Physics?
Cara: No. I say start with Chemistry; then Physics...and then we'll go on to...Biology.

(after my character has made her attempted aggressive advances on Divij's poor innocent mugger character)
Divij: Nuuu! *cowers*
Cara: No?! Why? You know you want it.
Divij: I'm gay!
Cara: I'll set you straight. *takes a step towards him*
Divij: I've...I've...I've got a mouth infection!
Cara: I'll make it alllll better.
Divij: I've...I've...(*is so wrought with emotion that he veers away completely from the script) ...*desperately*...I've got an anal infection!
Cara: O_O *speechless*
07IPo4: *goes into uproarious laughter*

and everyone laughed at the end when RJ and Ping and I drove off in the sportscar, in our naughty little threesome; so that was good.

I've missed acting I've missed the stagelights!

After the workshop; Leonard WQ RJ and I ventured over to Venezia for gelato, and spent a good one and a half/two? hours there talking about random topics like who, and what, we think each other'll be twenty years down the road, at our high school reunion.
By then we'll be...36, oh horrors.
And the guys'll be having their midlife crises just about then. HA.
Payback for us girls having to be the ones who wear the stilettoes and beget the kids and be rendered unhappy, moody, and generally extremely emotional every once a month.

Leonard and I accompanied RJ for her job interview at Clarke Quay.
Amazing Race-type dash for the mrt. The guys in the mrt was funnnyyyyy and the funniest part was I didn't even realize it until RJ told me. Guys're cute sometimes. :]

Oh, and one observation I made.
I, for one, am sick of seeing people going around in their Little Miss (insert descriptive here) shirts. I've already banished mine to the cupboard and will only call upon it in times of great need. (read: when everything's in the wash)
I mean- yeah. Those shirts were cute when they first started retailing. But it's been- what, a year since then?- and c'mon, nobody cares if you're Little Miss Sunshine or Little Miss Don't Have My Own Sense Of Style.
There is no longer anything remotely unique/special/cute about those shirts. You might as well go out wearing a piece of cardboard and, like, straight cut jeans/This Fashionesque denim skirts.
So do yourselves a favour and ditch the mass Little Miss Sunshine act.
Having an own sense of style never hurt anybody.

Mmk.
Inner Fash Hag moment. Sorry.

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status: watching Lion King II.
whoopdeedoo!

down in upendi
way down in upendi. *sings*

RJ Leonard and I've decided what we're gonna do for our seventeenth birthdays.
I can't wait till January 2009 rolls around!
Waterfront, baby. ;)