{ 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 .

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♥ adieu .

set them free

AMANDA
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ASH
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Friday, June 13, 2008

hello, old friend. 12:27 AM

Starlight, starbright can save. You're my wish tonight.
Don't tell me it doesn't matter. I'll tell you what matters:
bare feet in the summer, open windows at night.
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so.
hello.
how've you been, sweethearts? here's hoping that your summers have been every bit as awesome as they deserve to be.

(also.
dear anonymous: what kind of a question is that? thank you for the wellwishes, though. I'd like to be able to say that I miss you too-- but I can't if I don't know who you are. any clues for me?

and leonard: yes, 1:160. impressive, I know. would you like me to give you the breath of life? then you too can reach the graaaaand golden ratio of 1:160! yes love makes the world go round.)

mmyes. I'm back.
from seven days of absolute heaven.
so 'scuse me if I ramble. I've been out of practice.
shall we recap?

okay. deep breath.
so we stayed at the Marriott Courtyard for, what, three days? it was pretty awesome 'cuz it had just opened its doors, so we were its third guests. which is neat because everyone likes making records, don't they?
I do, in any case.

They don't call Surin Beach "The Millionaires' Row" for nothing. The hotel = gorgeous. The staff and service = impeccable. The cushy pillows = to die for. Since we were the third guests, we pretty much had the whole hotel to ourselves; which meant lots and lots of attention being lavished on us (I love thai people) and sweet little surprises like the housekeeping people scribbling little "hello welcome to the Marriott, you're our third guest!" notes in our hotelroom.
so it was basically three days of being the princess of Marriott Courtyard. Which- hey, is fine by me.
we hardly went out of the hotel; so on the third day I wandered into the hotel giftshop and got goodies for the Clique, and Maxy&Ting. (who, I am beginning to suspect, have vanished from the face of Earth. where ARE you guys? ): ) I gave up on getting prezzies for the guys, though. Sorry, guys. Didn't think M.A.C and little shell pendants were your thing.

on the fourth day of the holiday:
daddy and mum got bored of the Marriott Courtyard-- sooo. we made reservations at the Marriott at another place (I know. it's complicated.) and moved there instead.
If the first Marriott was gorgeous; this one was gorgeous-ER.
daddy booked this villa-esque thing with a plunge pool right at our doorstep. it felt like something right out of the OC.

so for the next three days or so, I spent my time lounging around in the pool, watching the entire season 2 of The O.C, rereading my book about faeries, and coaxing mum and jana to be my makeshift Barbies for me to experiment different kinds of makeup on with the MAC and Bobbi Brown compacts I got back at the other Marriott. oh well. at least now I know that if I get kicked out of law school (God forbid!) then I can go into the makeup industry or something. no pressure, right?

Unlike my mum, I didn't spend a whole lot of time suntanning. I mean-- what's the point, right? if I want a tan, I can just throw on a tanktop and shorts, lie outside for an hour, and come back inside. tada. complete with new golden glow.
also, tip for anyone who's planning on making a last attempt to get bronzed before the summer ends: ... don't overdo it. six hours at sentosa in the sun and no sunscreen?
please. we're talking Giselle Bundchen here, not the inside of a rare filet mignon. give your skin some lovin' and it'll love you back.

so yeah.
seven days of r&r, writing in my diary, listening to good music, and enjoying a little bit of heaven.
purrrfect.
after all the drama that's been going on in my life lately, it's been just what the doctor ordered.
did I mention I love my family? yeah so we get a little loud/cheesy/weird sometimes. s'all in the genes. but I love them. well and truly, I do.

Aaaand.
I'm back home now.
I love airport dutyfree stores. Mum and I wandered around for a bit sampling perfumes.
ugh. some of the supposedly most expensive, most desirable perfumes smell truly vile.
I fell in love with the Vera Wang Princess perfume.
mm. it's Faerieland in a bottle, I swear.
so goodbye, Green Tea perfume; you belong to last year. and hello, Vera Wang. Cara is a happy girl.
"Vera Wang Princess for my princess."
aww.

okay now it's time to go unpack.
dance camp tomorrow and whoaaa, the holidays're flying.

take care, my lovelies.
go throw on your oversized sunshades, slather on some Coppertone and bronzing lotion, grab an iced tea and a glossy magazine and head outside to catch some rays; and we'll see who has the best tan when we get back.
no cheating with that fake-tan stuff, though. I know a real tan when I see one.

ready?
on three.

...go.