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Wednesday, June 04, 2008

I want another pair of Diesel jeans. One pair hasn't proven itself sufficient enough for my lust of denim.




THAINEE 8AA high-waisted jeans- $200

MATIC 8JC jeans- $180


CARAQ Lamè dress- $370

ANTES lightweight knit cardigan- $210

GUENDALEE 21V Lamè shorts- $210


LOHAN cotton shirt- $90

All from Diesel.
LUSTLUSTLUST


Tuesday, June 03, 2008


"Fashions fade. Style is eternal."
- YSL


Saturday, May 31, 2008

Originality of thought should be in question when you can relate your exact feelings to someone else's R&B lyrics.

This is why I write.





I am so lucky to have a home and parents, I know it. But none bring me any comfort, or feelings of warmth whatsoever.
I am a mere stranger, able to live in this house by paying rent.
I think my parents are in denial of the fact that I will be going my own way after senior year. It's not college that they dislike, but it's the fact that I will be exposed to other forms of thinking, people, perspectives, and most of all, places. They know I am the type to travel and fear that their once naive 17 year old daughter will become corrupt and join a band of gypsies.
Please trust my judgement.


Tuesday, April 08, 2008

What is this
strange sadness
that pulls on
my lungs?

It
     is
         unspeakable,
                               irrevocable.
It has no origin or explanation.

It lingers
in this
hollow shell
they call
a body.
Stretching from the span of my arms
unto all the veins that curve around it, laid out.
It's presence is

undeniable,

resembling the echo of an elephant.
For all one knows,
it may be replaced with a hobby,
or an addiction.
But still, the sadness
will sit,
decay,
and distort my thoughts.


Sunday, April 06, 2008

I find that many people (mainly my teachers and elders) are asking me to "explain myself" more often.
I write them letters and emails, they just refuse to take the time out of the day to read.
I find "explaining myself" quite difficult when I find words easier written than said.
How the fcuk am I to "explain myself" anyways? How the fcuk do you eloquently articulate your actions, your thoughts, and the way you are?
This is why I find the "About me" section so difficult to complete. You can't fucking explain yourself in a paragraph or two or fifty. There's so much depth to a person, so many characteristics, flaws, disorders, memoirs, anecdotes, opinions, values and such and you're asking the person to put that into a few words or so?

"Explaining yourself" is too broad of a request, I can't do it. I simply can't.




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