<body>
♥ 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

December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010

♥ adieu .
set them free

AMANDA
ANDRE
ASH
DEB
ELEMM
07IP04!
08IP04!
JOSH
KAT
LISA
QIU
RENJEAN


♥ credits .
thankyouverymuch

Designer: 01 02
Image: 03
Hosts: 04 05 06
Brushes: 07 08 09 10
Fonts: 11

Web Counter
Hit Counter

Sunday, March 1, 2009
hello, old friend. 3:30 AM


"Signal when you get to the top
Signal when you want me, when you want me to stop
We could, we could crash; we could we could burn burn
We could take it; we could we could take it take it in turns"
----


tomorrow's Monday and I'm not much looking forward to the week.

I keep remembering one particular entry in my diary-- just one exuberant line from some time back, declaring with wicked, alive eyes: "...so bring on Monday!!" and I wish I could face the coming weeks in the same way.

Oh well.
At least there's the Bratpack to brighten up the general greyness.
Last week we were poring over Cleo,
Cara: *points to makeup look* "...Omg that is so Ah Lian Goes To Far East."
Amrit: :O "I love you."
Lisa: "Where've you been for the past two years??"

and poring over Cleo's Most Eligible Bachelors (HA, my arse) List and with names like Isaku Lim, baby, you're never gonna get very far.
I suck you limb; you suck mine?

Last night was spent yabbering to IGGY people as per Saturday nights: Joe, Jag, Toni, Kieran...I never knew Kieran was an extra in Harry Potter srsly how awesome.
IGGY Kenyans FTW!
oh +++ doing my History essay. I actually finished it, which I'm really rather proud of..

Technology FTW.
We are such sad losers, srsly. We're already planning for the Summer U song...and Summer U apps haven't even come out here. (cue collective "oh here we go agaaaain" sigh from my long-suffering local buddies...)
I miss my Pippi Longstocking. Smileyfaces, Sugar magazine, jetplanes and horoscopes hurrah these are a few of our faaaavourite thingzzz.

Scrolling through messages from long ago in my inbox and some of them never fail to crack me up. Every time.
Like this:

"...which i suppose is to be expected seeing as i do have a tendency to 'talk cara' a bit too often! Still, it's quite amusing! Some great quotes that have come of it,

"What's the point, mate? She lives in China!" Dec

"Are people from Singapore Singaporean or Malaysian?" Sophie
"Singaporean. People from Malaysia are Malaysian." Me
"Malaysia is a country???" Sophie

And my personal favourite...
"Are you seeing your new girlfriend on valentine's day?" Mike
"She's not my girlfriend Mike. And even if she was, she lives in Singapore." Me
(Long Pause)
"So?" Mike


...My friends are idiots, y'see."


I've realized that this whole pseudo thing actually works for me.
Though everyday I learn a little better how to let go while hanging in there.
Wow. Am I a masochist, or am I a masochist?

And. You #17; just for future reference-- anything pertaining to noodles/lingerie/especially MINE generally does NOT make for well-received conversation starters...
...just so you know.

I've been swimming lots over the weekend cuz of my be-damned shin splint and I swear I've turned about thirteen shades darker. If you don't use flash on your camera you probably won't be able to see me!
okay okay I exaggerate.
But I swear I'm a walking ad for skin cancer. I h8 sunblock with a vengeance >/
I blame my mother. You know how mothers used to apply sunblock for us when we were little? Those same fingers who tenderly changed your nappies and crossstitched "YOUR NAME HERE'S ROOM" and massaged olive oil into your delectably crushable little baby scalp become absolutely LETHAL when armed with a bit of SPF protection.

Mum: "Hold stilllll."
You: *squirms*
Mum: "Hold still! I PROMISE I'll do this carefully."
and then you resign yourself to your fate and stop wriggling around and wait for the white-smudged fingers to come closer, closer, closer...and then the next thing you know you've got half the bottle of sunblock up your nostrils and the rest haphazardly smeared onto your face.
You: *swipes at evil hand* *protests*
Mum: "I'm doing it carefully!!!"
You: *are promptly half-blinded as Mum proceeds to poke sunblocked fingers into both your eye sockets*


----




MONDAY
I COMMAND THEE
GO BACK INTO THE ABYSS FROM WHENCE YOU CAME