{ 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.

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♥ adieu .

set them free

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Sunday, July 6, 2008

hello, old friend. 2:40 AM

love comes softly.
love comes softly.
love comes softly.
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Current Ear Candy: SHERWOOD.
I recommend "The Summer Sends Its Love" & "Song In My Head".
I love Sherwood.

hello, darlings.

I've just helped my mums toast basil pesto and crushed garlic on foccacia for the little girl-cousins; say what? say mmm.
Yes; I know that it isn't exactly up to the standard of filet mignon or orange foie gras, yadda yadda-- but hey. It's a start. And I think I'd make a pretty good mum, even if I do say so myself.
Or at least; a pretty good mum when it comes to doing things like picking out baby's clothes and prettifying everyone for a stroll in the park and going to yoga class and choosing organic baby applesauce.
One thing I am not good at: (and which RJ is determined not to let me live down) ...is taking public transport. I'm getting the hang of it, but I'm not quite there yet. YES, RJ; you can laugh all you want. It's not my fault I turned a ten minute mrt ride into a roundabout, 50 minute affair; I swear I was trying my best.

ANYWAY.

Yesterday was Timbre with Nick+Ethan+Sophie+Qiu.
I haven't been to Clarke Quay in aaaaages.
We ordered a Bailey's + a Tuborg's + a diet soda + some funny martini looking concoction; and then passed everything around the table.
I don't care what y'all say about Bailey's being a sissy drink-- I happen to like it. Bailey's over bedtime chocolate milk, anyday.

I can't remember what we all talked about; but I know it was funny. :/
I remember laughing a lot.

(not a couple. although they kinda look it, here. (: )

"Nick stop pulling unglam faces!"
"But I'm not!"

This is how Qiu's gonna look like in twenty years; when she becomes a rich tai tai and lives on a diet of martinis and whiskey on the rocks.

I wasn't posing. I swear.
Unlike somebody. <3

Emoh hayre.
(yes I have a future in horror movies.)

Before the live band came; the stereo kept blasting Hoobastank and I think the Tuborg's worked its magick on Nick cuz he started bopping around in his seat.

"do you knowwww that every time you're here
everybody else just fades away?"

We debated about there being different kinds of people, and how you can classify people according to how they listen to music: there're the lyrics people, and the rhythm people, and the melody people.
I'm a lyrics person- I put up with songs with absolutely no rhythm and very often no identifiable melody, either; all just for the lyrics, and s'all good.
But that's just me.

Later on I suddenly turned to Qiu with a gigantic smile on my face and said: "I feel like dancing!"
"You do?! Me too!"

So I grabbed her hand and both of us excused ourselves and we ran outside Timbre to the riverside and took off our shoes and raaaaaaaaan down the quay; all laughing and shrieking and breathless. Got a lot of incredulous stares-- but hey, what's new.
I don't think Qiu has a very high alcohol tolerance. :/ She had, like, what-- one sip of Bailey's?-- and already she was skipping and hopping all around the place and chasing me around the statue of Sir Stamford Raffles.
We could hear the live band playing from where we were standing; so I threw my shoes to the side and started dancing. On hindsight that was probably kinda dumb; but hey-- spontaneity makes the world go round. Plus it was really good music, too.

I wish I could've videotaped all the good stuff that night
(bright eyes, berry-stained cheeks, red-stained mouths, breathless laughter)
and sewn the polaroids into a little golden locket that I would wear around my neck.
I don't want to grow up.
I don't want to ever forget.

...Qiu and I (by then flushed and out of breath and laughing) went back into Timbre and then realized that we had been dancing and spinning around in complete view of all the Timbre patrons.
WOW so much for being discreet. maybe we should pursue careers as street buskers.

Then the two Cinderellas glanced at the clock tower and realized (horror of horrors) it was wayyy past curfew. So we all headed back and E sent me home and I fell asleep on the bus and he didn't know which stop I had to get off at so I missed it and we ended up taxi-ing back and listening to James Blunt in the cab on the way home.

and so ended the last saturday of summer '08.
it's been a good ride; but I'm pretty sure there'll be more to come.
Sooo-- second star to the right; and straight on till morning!