{ 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

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♥ adieu .

set them free

AMANDA
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DEB
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Sunday, January 25, 2009

hello, old friend. 11:53 PM

So let’s dance, this night, let’s paint this town red with the city lights.
With the wind at our hair, the throttle to the floor, that’s right, the wind at our hair.
Some place we can go to decide if we pulled off something that you didn’t even care to do.
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OFFICIAL I-HAVE-TURNED-SEVENTEEN POST.

24th January '09:
Seventeen came swiftly.
I had intended to be a real rebel and switch off all beeping devices and get to sleep before midnight rolled around but Fate put a friend's voice on the line and the phone beeping with messages, warm under the pillow,
and so I lay there tangled in the sheets thinking oh well, i wasn't tired anyway.
"happy seventeenth!"s at 12:oo and me rolling over on the pillow with a happy sigh at 12:13 and musing to myself that maybe normality was okay after all, but only in small doses, and only for small events, like turning seventeen.

Woke up a few hours later to a barrage of enthusiastic FB wellwishes.
Thank you, everyone who texted/called/FBed/typed out the whole of the happy birthday song for me. I love you guys.

oh and to the oh-fourckers: you lot are swell, crumbly apple pie and icecream makes the most amazing lunch, and thank you for the sirplize!
pics as promised.

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ventured outside to get on my way to the Singapore IGGY Meetup.
Now I usually hate the sun with a vengeance but today it seemed friendly, somehow. At the busstop, I kicked up my heels on the silverseat with Phantom Planet singing through the earphones and a driver whizzed past, stuck his head out of the window, grinned at me and yelled "yeeha!" and I tipped my trilby in response, cowgirl style, and laughed right back.

lunch at marche.
iggy bonds proved strong. i guess we all can't help that we're of the same wavelength.
the guy at the counter wore a nametag that read "Jai" and we burst out laughing and offended him so he refused to take a picture. Jai Patel, are you reading this? it's IGGY fate. we miss you!

they made Lisa and I wear the Marche "baby picky" bibs. :/

"...it came from outerspace."
ramyia and the scary white halo.

you guys, the chocolate cake was heaven and yiherng, you don't get hints very fast. :P
love you lots.

Bride Warzzzzz:
was officially THE best chick flick i've seen in eons.
It's like Parent Trap meets House Bunny meets good photography meets Plot.
And we saw a girl who looked UNCANNILY like Lydia at the cinema, too. not exaggerating. again...IGGY fate.

went to the 7-11 store and spent about half an hour (yes, we have no lives) scouting for and lining up all the IGGY snacks and then taking pictures with them and Ramyia and her damned cows.

IGGYians and their IGGY snacks.

IGGY snacks. again. yes we have no lives.

The Birmingham IGGY kidz went bowling and hit the streets in their wooly hats and glorious big overcoats and black boots
but we Singapore IGGY kidz do it differently-- think brunch where the tropical light hits the windows and makes them shine and brightly coloured little shorts and sundresses and trilbies and crashing the mall.

today, we declared love on parade;

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24th Jan: Dinner @ the Craggs' + Random CNY-sy picz that ended up in this section cuz I've got nowhere else to put them:

turning seventeen, apparently, has not made me any less geeky.
basement games FTW!

the scary mannequin in julia's room that made me jump about six feet in the air when i flicked on the light.
i swear...!!!

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25th January: albeit being seventeen with the sexy six/seven/eight/still haven't got a name for us:

originally intended to be a pic of the lipstick jungle grlz' feet only to show how different we were, etc etc but then i got the shoestore guy to stick his foot in too and he and deb look like solemates, no?

black and white girls. always.

boon pretending to be a car.

manda: (holding camera) "cara; look emo!"
cara: (looks up) (bursts into hysterical laughter)
= FAIL.

look deb's found her twin!

seventeen's not sweet but we find ways to get along.

All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris.
Sing to the night without sight, but with madness.
I can't keep up, I'm a wreck, but I want it.
Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris?