Bitchy ol' karma. We, the followers always believe in it. But sometimes, times make us all want to really, really avoid it as much as we possibly could. Why can't life just be as unceasing as the flowy river, without any intervention of retribution? Part of the civilization of mankind has kinda caused too much severe heartache alredy. If only they wld understand that yes means yes, no means no and nothing else more is meant. If only they wld see how sincere the purest of heart can say or do, it has nvr ever meant to cheat. Haix, plenty of "If Onlys", so short of time. I am only saying all of this now cause i'm scared that karma's gonna get me for good.
So, are we humans or are we dancers?
Rockyourparty. Rockyourcity.
Date / Time : Friday, November 28, 2008 / 9:25 PM
Ultra-Overdue recollections. Circa when my hair's still practically jet-black. Look at how things had twisted and turned after all this while. I'm always trapped in the middle of present and past, and some kind wish, the memories would hunt me back. Pardon me; kinda all teary-eyed now.
But firstly, your bf's damn sneaky babe.
Striking it big.
No giant steps; only alot more steps.
Man, weren't we so tight.
Til i'm holding my last breath.
There are always many reasons why you shine from the rest.
Girls sometimes yearn to take the wheels on her own.
Don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
Guess who.
Spastic Fantastic.
Nab is probably gona skin me alive with this pic.
Honey, donch anyone tells you that it pays to take a second look?.
Bleeding right through the eyes.
Date / Time : / 7:18 PM
So much rough patches, so little empathies. Slowly, the 1001 respect for some men is dying and vanishing, who shld just be well-off pushing the trigger to their temples and rotting in hell soon after. Cause amazingly how badly they wanted us on day 1 seems to be so redundant now. Played us out with absolutely no strings attached when the party seems to be completely over. What kind of radical logic is tat? These men are beasts folks, not humans. They are hungry-fools, not lovers. (Fortunately, im blessed enough to say that this isn't happening to me.) But i'd heard about these countless tales time after time til it's becoming all too cliche. I wish her all the best wishes in the world, tho marriage isn't yet in my cards.
Haji Lane. House of Japan. Vintage Haven.
Sweet redemption. I looked like i was rapping tho.
Romantic? Ultra-Kinky. My bowling head's ready to blast out in the count of 5.
Mr Newly-uncle.
You are more than an accessory. You are my cozy wife-beater.
Battle of the cutest.
Date / Time : Sunday, November 23, 2008 / 6:32 PM
One, two, three... go, AWWWWWWW! My favourite babies.
Suri Cruise. (That's a birkenstock or sumthn. Her style makes me cry.)
Shiloh.
Kingston.
Violet.
Valentina.
Hollywood babies. God, they are like ET. Make people all around go bongus and, 'awwwww'. They do inherit their parents' good genes, (no denying there) and took the world by storm. Under a year old, they already like what, wearing designer labels and be the littlest globetrotters around. (Even im turning envious!) They even make other normal but super cute, puffy-cheeks babies in the world look bad. But fortunately, i've no God-given rights in anyway to blame them coz they are just so freaking precious and adorable, right?.
Hello earthlings.
Date / Time : / 5:25 PM
In your eyes, there are blue and green in them.
Give me a thai, try Siam Kitchen. The Green Curry and Tom Yum made me hurl and kicked me in the head like seriously. Awesomeness. Dinner with sis is always timeless, folks.
Ray of light. "This is not shown everyday, u see."
Romantic? Try stalkerish.
And tell me, what we have is always real.
Amateur Fashion-Label Day. Pardon me, flea market was ages ago and i only managed to fill this in.
Girls who played hard, worked hard.
Men who helped all of this possible.
Final Touches.
Details, details.
Little Fashionistas wear Ruban Noir's corsage a.k.a name tag.
Fashion Angst.
Your words are all mine; my heart is all yours. And that's how secret smiles are created.
