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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 .
instant time travel

December 2007
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♥ adieu .
set them free

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


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Sunday, April 26, 2009
hello, old friend. 5:49 AM


 Sunday I'm hopeful.

I've held my breath for the past four months and now it's two weeks to the final verdict.
 Please, God, please.
I've been picking 11:11's out of night skies and sifting through salon floors to find fallen eyelashes
and God, you know how much I need this.
Some days it's the only thing that keeps me going.

Today was cell lunch/Deb'z birthday pseudo-celebration.
...We are so messed up for a sunday school cell group, didcha know? ...but I love it, I really do. It makes us real. Raw. Gritty. Seventeen.
I smile inside every time I step into the room and am greeted by a general "what ARE you wearing?", followed by a "you look like you've been out all night" and I retort "look who's talking" because J's sprawled out on the couch from a hard night's partying with his newsboy cap pulled low over his face, and E looks borderlined stoned and is staring sullenly into space and A and M are doing their usual lovable fuzzy thing. And D and her PP are twining fingers and M looks at me and gives me the bittersweet, i-know-i-know smile "we're in this together".

Manda, for the record...no.
If the fates decide it, I'm fine with living together as two sexy single spinsters,
but I draw. the line. at. hamsters.
Because...spinsters? With hamsters? Seriously?
Why not break out the rocking chairs and knitting needles and marmite lunches while we're at it, too?

...I kid. ;) Worth the wait, 'member, my luv.
1 hour cab waits really bond people.
As much as almost drowning together does.
And I do still really love you, even though back then when we were ten you taught me how to say the word "bastard" and I went around calling everyone it, and had no idea why everyone was staring at me with their mouths agape, and you refused to tell me what the word meant.


Tomorrow is Monday and I am trying very hard to be prepared.
PI: TBU
Top Girls Annotation: Done
Wuthering Heights Analysis: Done
Econs essay question: Almost done
Functions tutorial: Doing now

...See? At this rate I'll be a proper NJ student in no time. :)

Mummy and Daddy come back tomorrow, hurrah.
GIFTS, CLOTHES, HI. :D
 'Course- I'm not as singularly materialistic as all that. I miss going into their bedroom at midnight and curling up on their duvet, mum's blue turquoise beads and the scent of jojoba massage oil and the comforting klik-klik-klik of daddy's laptop keys.

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...Whoa. Sudden wave of extreme, extreme exhaustion.

Slip into bedclothes, sink into bedsheets scented with spider lily.
A new week beckons...and ohh...look at that, why doncha, Timing's a fickle little thing.
Hullo there, a certain Lt J.Rolleston. :D
Night. (in a bit.)

xxx