2008-03-14 - 12:09 a.m.
miumiu.
michael kors. that's a tortoise-shell buckle you're looking at, with pony hair. he really doesn't like animals.
i'll have it without the leggings, thank you.
lauren merkin lucy patent crocskin clutch. what a mouthful. i prefer to call her buttercup baby.
fendi nappa leather foldover at a cool thousand USD.
chanel white caviar leather tote. how soft does the leather look? on top of that it looks completely functional and absolutely divine. i am definitely feeling the love.
if i can't get the chanel, i would love this. who am i kidding? i love both of these. this is the sexiest red bag i've seen for a while, and quite unsurprisingly it's from DvF.
let's go from sexy to adorable. how cute is this baby?
courtesy of YSL, and it's also going to be limited edition. and if i hadn't squandered all my sugar press holdings money i would be able to buy it. it's about 350SGD. but i did.
but this one will have to wait. but she will be mine. this is not an obsessed lover speaking; it's the (wo)man who knows what (s)he wants and will get it.
you are perfect.
back to real life. i'm currently obsessed with clutches after buying my very first one. it's black and i love it even though it's a fraction of everything i'm posting here.
i am gonna stop my hiatus. i obviously can't stop writing; and i tried setting up wordpress but i didn't know how to use it. and livejournal girls are cool but i guess i'm just gawky dorky me.
i love being young and i love doing all these hedonistic things. it's unhealthy but i love the taste of methnol in my throat. now i can stop thinking it's what i really liked about him because now i can taste exactly like him. i love going crazy and being drunk and just saying all the shit that i really should say without the drink. i love being young and wearing crazyshit skanky things; because it's the perogative of youth. i love being late for class because i always take my time to get up and have breakfast and walk slowly to school. i don't have the luxury of time but i like pretending that i do. i used to hate thinking that this is the prettiest that i will ever be; but i think i can be at peace with me now. i just wish someday someone would take a completely candid picture of me in the middle of a dorky jig, pearlies flashed, looking completely happy and at ease with the world. i love it when i strike really good conversation with random strangers; not because it is about youth but it's about curiosity, which we have more of when we're young. some days i really don't care about the world or anyone at all, some days i want to know everything. and it's when i open the gates of my heart, the world and i meet at some place and i feel completely like part of it. i want to feel like i did this morning walking to school 30 minutes late. like i can take on this world and this life.
the moments of ease come so suddenly and then they go.
like pimples, dont you think xoxo.
that day on american idol (jasoncastroyumyumyum), randy was telling a contestant not to think when you sing.
i think it applies to living.
