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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 .
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♥ adieu .
set them free

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Saturday, September 12, 2009
hello, old friend. 7:34 AM

Today has been...productive-ish.

I say "ish" because I know I've probably done nothing compared to 99.9999% of the NJC population, who have probably made full use of their Saturday to finish up the Math revision package, finish all of Integration, Differential Equations, read through the entire GP package, and a third of next year's syllabus.

But I have, in little ways, been productive enough to let me go to sleep with a peaceful conscience tonight.
And hopefully dream sweet dreams.
I had a weird dream last night involving Joe, Ross, my Dad coming home, and a window and my house. :/ Problem is- I don't remember WHAT it was about, zackly. I think I woke up at 4.23AM from my dream and then in my sleep stupor went, "...oh. Must tell Joe about this dream. So must make note to remember." and then I typed in a note into my Blackberry so I'd remember.
But me being half asleep and not being able to jab the keys properly, and it being dark and generally Ungodly Hourish, when I opened the note later this afternoon, it read something like

"joe my house dad comes home! ross like rico- think hannah montana. dsidkdase
small and hyper. run away23oiu"

...Ohh yeah.
And that totally brings back everything for me.

On another note; I was on the bus today, when I heard someone talking very loudly behind me and I glanced over and it was this man in a red bandana and sandals and socks talking to himself.
At first I thought he was using one of those Blackberry handset thingies that always make people look like they're talking to themselves anyway; but then I realized that- no; he actually WAS talking to himself.
It was a little unnerving at first, and I tried not to stare, but then I got used to it after a little while. Mum said he was probably schizophrenic. And everyone else was staring at him with shifty glances that made me feel sorry for him.

I mean- it's not his fault.
And I don't think there's anything TOO weird about what he was doing, though. Right?
I mean- we all have conversations with ourselves. Some people just hold those conversations outside of their heads, s'all.

Another update from the homefront:
...My brother has started reading the Twilight series and at dinner he was all, "Oh yeah I love Edward and Bella! Cara dyou have Eclipse and New Moon and Breaking Dawn?" and I'm like :O NOO.
...He's been sucked into the Meyer cult!
Today, Innocence died a little.

But faux vampires and damned Robby Patty aside; ...today's been nice.
Went for my aromatherapy facial and hahaha I couldn't help laughing a little (but in a nice way) when I remembered Mum going to this other facial place this one time and the lady being unable to pronounce her words.

"So, today we do H Much facial, okay?"
"...H Much?"
"Yes, yes. H Much facial."
"...Sorry-- H Much? What's H Much--"
"*agitated* -- H Much!! You do H Much!!!"

...She meant the Age Match facial.

And at Subway...:

Sandwich Person: "Allo. You want sick in or foolong?"
Cara: o_O

Pidgin-Singaporean-To-English Translation: "Hello. You want six inch or footlong?"

Whiiiich is like the time I was twelve, and still in APS Swim Club, and I was swimming laps and on the verge of breaking into tears because my coach from China was pacing by the pool and screaming at me, "...CHEENTUKKIN! CHEENTUKKIN!!!"

and I didn't know what the HELL this "cheentukkin" was about and all the while I was trying to check my strokes/kick harder/swim faster/breathe less? in an effort to hit the nail and still he kept bawling "...CHEENTUKKIN! I WANT YOUR CHEENTUKKIN!!!"

It was only later that I found out that he'd been trying to tell me to tuck my chin in.

...Well; then why didn't you just say so?




Okay, enough digressing, Cara.
Y u tok so much about Engrish? You have Integration to finish up.

Night, y'all.

xxx