Let's get Arty Farty

Watching the rain splashing against my window glass, the melody of immortality ringing in my ears, warm tears streaming down my cheeks. Snuggling beneath my blanket on my couch, wishing for a cup of hot chocolate. But comfort from you is all i wanted.

JOY!  O'levels over, finally

Literature Gathering at Marina's Square Seoul Garden.

Thankyou Miss Sha. though i know your wedding is of so much burden financially to you, you're oh so kind to treat us. The meal was awesome, however it spoilt my diet plan... Shucks, my bimbolism is kicking in agian.

PICTURES WILL BE HUGEEEEE cause i copy them from Facebook. Xanga photo upload system's cuckkooo.

Have completely NO! idea why i was holding that fork as my prop.

I realised my expression is hard, HARD HARD, not good.

Amanda and thats Aisha all starts with AAAA for apple. ( i should go and teach at kindergarten)

jonathan.

LOOK AT THE FOOD SO GROSS, **points to SIULI. hehehe

Asked Cassy to come out to meet us but she's not feeling well, according to my you-should-not-bother-understanding assumption is that her new PET SNAKE stole her heart away.

So that's left with Siuli, Alyssa and pathetically ME. Had thrilling try on sessions at Club Marc, Zara, Topshop...etc

Bought a Club Marc jeans, there's a zip at the ankle area which makes it so hot. OMG i am madly in love with it, totally regret buying it NOT. hehehe. i love it i love it i love it, i can go on you know, i love it!!! YES!

The jeans is dangling on my forearms. Oh my lovely lovely jeans.

Siuli bought pants from Club Marc too , and its sizzling hot too. (ABOVE)

Aly love my pose, so do i !! hehehe. This is what self obssessed people do.

Doesnt the decoration looks more like MERRY JELLY FISH DAY ? instead of Merry Christmas Day.

I thought my 'boyfriend' was in the air so i kissed it.

Okay dokey, i'm done with this post, better be done here cause it 10.43pm and my sweetheart is falling asleep or is already asleep i shall go poke his dream bubble. CIAOS!

Grilled over oil (edited)

I'll show you, Mister coeur doux 

She felt her heart stirred. A tinge of excitement seemed to have taken small amount of control over her mood. What was it? Shit. She reprimanded herself; her mind was filled with him again. She hated herself for this. The hell she would be falling in love, she wouldn’t allow. No matter what. She breathes in deeply, trying to concentrate better and position herself to take full control. Love, she forced it out of her life and never wanted it anymore, she promised herself. . It was forbidden in her principles. No man will take control over her! None!

 Decided to take a break in the midst of this whirling hectic life. Went to Flea-tique with Heidi, Amanda & Cassy.

Oh goody, i bought some real awesome apparels, Navy military jacket, white classy lace dress, flora dress, flora ruffled tube and oversize Tee for only 32 bucks. Insanely good buys. Oh no, do i sound like some budget aunties now. Heee. I was literally drooling at the sight of the clothes, and the pool of 'salivia' was forming into a wider one at the sight of the prices!  Heidi & Amanda left Flea-tique with empty wallets. It was worth it though. Fleati-que had a afterparty with several hot DJs doing the spinning. However, we had to go as we're all shag and half dead, and the ideal for going to shisha at Haji slipped our minds.

Polaroid pictures. So sweet, we have to result to 'open numbers' to decide who gets the picture.

Okay, so here's the story. Fleatique give out free popcorns that were PINK in colour. Yes PINK,. Amanda was arguing the whole time that it isnt PINK when it's wholly right before her eyes that it is indeed PINK!!! End of story.

My infrequent indulgence on SODA. slow suicide.

There are still photos cassy forgot to send me, i'll put them up for the next post.

Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, Mister Coeur doux accompanied me for lunch at Coffeebean, i was busying eating and taking notes down for tokillamockingbird, my literature text. what a life!  Anyway speaking about my literature exam , i took a nap in my paper2, i mean who the hell takes nap during literature examination?!? i'm pretty doomed i know.

Caramel sucha treat for my sweet tooth.

Salmon, you know how you can serve it in so many ways.

Lookbook favourites.

I love that jacket she's wearing and her crimsome red lipstick make her so hot.

Also, anything that resemble bodice appeals to me exceedingly.

i'm done here, ciaos.

SOLACE OH SOLACE.

Stuff to attend to after 11nov.

1) Drown into sea of books.

2) Obession photography session.

3) Transform my room from a garbage dump into a magical land.

4) Overseas shopping trips.

5) Fly back to Hongkong

6) Bestfriend date at club house with spa, pool and classy resturant and wholesome of American and Jap hotties. **ignore my last part.

7) Music intensive practice.

8) Morning devotion.

9) Photoshoot with theme : 4 years.

10) Get swan lake ballet tickets.

11) Try to convince myself that Prom is worth going.

12) Kittylab, and high tea after that. .... etc the list goes on.

O'level Survival kit, no wonder people call me a bimbo. Wait till my result's out, then you shall tremble beneath my feet.

Kenebo clay wash, thankyou sister.  

This face wash can also be used as mask, and one of the most effective black head remover i have ever come across. Nevertheless, good stuff dont always come with good price.

That's all for now.

An object of speculation.

RAINY NIGHT. written by Theodora Lorene To See Long

Wearing a blue silk sleeping gown which flows smoothly down to my ankles, the delicate soft silk ripples down to my slender wrist. Dark brown wavy hair hangs loosely till my waist. Holding candle on my right hand, lighting it and letting it glow. The soft wind that trespass the corridor made the glowing light flicker a little. With almost silent footsteps I amble slowly down the hallway. As I walked, pictures, which hung grandly on the Victorian walls, were given life by my glowing candle. They came alive and then slowly dying away as I move further away.

However with my heart weighing a thousand pounds and my mind in great distress and drown deep in thoughts, I’ve not stopped a moment to admire these lovely framed pictures.

Finally I stopped at a door, made of expensive rosewood and carved with curvy patterns, the side embroiled by gold. I held out my hand without hesitation and turn the doorknob. Opening the door slowly, the bedchamber was enveloped with velvet darkness. Stepping in and closing the door almost soundlessly behind me, my glowing candle lit the chamber dimly.

 My bare foot felt the familiar soft carpet; my own Moroccan rose fragrance filled my nostril. Slowly I proceeded pass my grand bed with satin curtains hanging by it sides, no beautiful things seems to comfort me anymore now. Settling my candleholder down on bedside table, I climb up my window seat with soft fluffy cushion. I leaned back on one, drawing my legs towards my chest. Tilting my head towards the window as I watched rain droplets splashing against my window with such excitement and joy. Hugging myself tighter, I could hear my heartbeat pounding faster than it should. I tried forcing a smile; instead I felt a dagger stabbing right through my heart. It hurts so much I tried so hard muffling my cries. Wiping the tears away from my eyes roughly, I closed my eyes. I inevitably was beginning to picture his face. Jack black hair, tan, tall admirable nose, mysterious eyes and delicate well defined lip. When I came to realisation, I blinked my eyes forcefully and turned my eyes to watch the rain. Were they crying for me too? I watched and watched till my eyes were too sore to open and I close it in exhaustion, till the sun rises.

TIME FOR MUSIC CLASS! CIAOS.

Oh lackadaisical lover!

 Worst comes to worst, the solution is still on our finger tips!

 As we made our way into the garden, you held my hands as if they were yours, so possessively. We discovered a pleasant spot where flowers still blooms in the dark. The stars were gazing down at us with envy and shining and showering us with their heartfelt blessings. We spend the night in each other's arm, speaking our mind, sharing and bonding. Understanding and loving. It was wonderful, which ended with a sweet embrace.  

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I didnt know prata could look so ludicrous ! I had to strain my neck to see her or else i'll replace her face with a prata.

EMATHS TIME. CIAOS/