Tuesday, March 27, 2007

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you think you're ready for goodbye,
but you know the memories can't lie.
playing some god-damn coldplay
makes me reminisce the times we swayed
and when james blunt's voice starts to linger
brings me back to our first days, it figures
every tune and note... every f&*king poem i've ever wrote
all the kodak moments, feels like a heart-aching condolence
an empty void, waiting to be filled.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Fashion Survey :P

Definition of your fashion style
to quote this month's teen vogue, i'm a little 'i-wish-i-was-in-paris-chic', sometimes geeky androgynous, and overall try to be classy-not-trashy.

Your favorite fashion items
im in love with chanel, i wouldn't trade my chanel sunglasses and black classic chainbag for anything else..

Fashion stunts you'll never do
i cannot go all-out like imogen heap or cher during her heydays..

Your past fashion mistakes
dressing up like i just came out of a 50cent music video: either very gangsta or rather hoochie
*i shudder if i think about those days...*

Your definite fashion icon
i love rachel bilson, she's managed to create sweet with sophistication... never have i seen her on the worst dress list.

The most overrated fashion icon
Sienna used to be all the hype but now i guess the tables have turned?

The fashion items that you'd like to buy
Anya Hindmarch 'Be A Bag', Patent Red Peeptoe shoes, a Band-shirt from Junk Food-preferably Blondie ;)

The fashion items that you recently bought
a purple Ed Hardy tshirt, and a lightpink Junk Food tshirt, a long and yellow cardigan from Mango, and a hot pink cardigan from Zara.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

count your blessings

I cannot see my blessings.
I acknowledge it's existence yet it is hollow in my mind.
Be thankful, Kemi.
I still cannot.
When will I ever be satisfied with what I've got?
Humbleness is not within me, Shallowness is what has gotten the best of me.

counting 1..2...3...
4...5...6...7...8...9....
blessings.
10..11....12....13...14...
i've got more than enough to live a happy life.
but why, oh why,
does happiness seem like a distant fantasy?