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Wednesday, February 22 5:23 PM


cocktail dresses and constellations

I posted an entry yest and it disappeared, so i cant be bothered to retype. Anyhows, the week has been going on totally fine cause i'm not a sickie anymore. Surfing online shopping journals is a happy dosage but I dont get the transactions and postages part. And i came acrossed this page selling kickass pretty rock chic charms, demanding prices without doubt.

Anyway, its far less than two more weeks before china trip. I cant wait for this saturday with kris, for juicy couture hunt. Ahhhh those juicy delights that makes you lick and drool for their bags while slowly jucily draining money from your pockets. Oooh Juicy couture baby how attractive baby

Mondays to fridays are such mundane routine. Could school ever start a little later? Because fairfield lives on hard rules, i have been caught three days consecutively for fringes. -arghhhh I love going against the school rules on perfect attire but this year's just too hard.

Almost two months is going to whizz past us and this year calls for a major stress year. Schoolworks and schoolstuffs is exhausting me, making me give up at the slighest failures. Damm, my limewire is lost once again, losing all the songs. Anyway, chapel is always something to look forward to. I loved yesterdays one and every other chapel in my life.

come live with me all my life, take over <3

I miss being a kid when i reminiscence upon all the dug out old photographs. Metaphorically as a kid, i used to imagine a huge tinted-glass ornament all filled up with beautifully painted porcelain dolls and stagnant little toy soldiers which would radiate joy at every christmas celebrations. Then, on being questioned what is the best present i recieved, I would always fall into the victim of a materialistic child, never failing to talk on and on about a new possession. I miss those young old days.

I'm sleeping my way out of this one
With anyone who will lie down
I'll be stuck fixated on one star
When the world is crashing down

yvonne - if youre reading this, remember to bring passport tomoorow
Ahhh i forgot to go gym and im still munching on chocolates

loved