i love starbucks. (:

i am now a proud starbucks card holder hahaha, my card is super pretty pale blue with snowmen on it (:

but i don't really like coffee, i have been drinking peppermint mocha, with half shots of expresso (: i can handle a bit of coffee but too much will make me sick.

i think im buying into the starbucks ideals and lifestyle, rather than the drink only.

i love how warm it feels, and the taste of peppermint is like christmas, and they have nice christmassy music, and the aroma of warm coffee makes me think of christmas. (:

it makes me think of traditional frosted christmas windows, and warmth, and at the same time, it makes me think of global cosmopolitan lifestyles. and i like both (:

so i really like starbucks.

and i love christmas. i am so excited for christmas (:

done with the performances for the sem i think (:

viva was awesome yesterday (:

carin, summer and i were like mother hens preparing our 15 girls for a beauty pagaent. haha, we were curling hair, doing make up, pasting false eyelashes for them.

then when it was all done, carin made them line up against a wall for inspection. hahahaha, QC them, and make sure all their straps and hair pieces were all fastened securely. (:

then it was the senior's turn to hurry rush and make up and change in 10-15 minutes, and of course, we were ready on time (:

and the floor was awesome yesterday, and the atmosphere was great (:
i remembered why i love performing (:

the stunts for telephone all turned out well. (:


and then we all ate SO MUCH food, we had roast beef, salmon sashimi, pan fried fish, and super a lot of cake, soups, pastas, and high class food from the buffet line. haha, so fun (:

the juniors were so happily taking photos, it was awesome, i felt good abt viva for the first time in a long time (:

everyone looked beautiful, and everything was glamorous, and the dancing was decent, the atmosphere was happy. i felt happy n proud standing with the rest of the seniors looking after the team.

and cos it was late, carin came to stay with me again, and we played rumba and waltzes the whole night choosing perfect music for the cactus performance





we're having surprise pizza for them on tuesdayyy (:

it feels like all the bad stuff abt the team has settled, and we're headed in the right direction, and everything is lovely at least for now.

i dunno how long it will last till there's some form of conflict. but i'm going to enjoy basking in the wonderful glow of being in a wonderful team like viva and enjoy the privilege of co-heading this team together with the rest of the seniors.


viva will probably be the only thing i truly remember abt NUS after i graduate, and it has taught me so many things and given me so many experiences to go places and do things i never thought i'd have the chance to.


in viva, i feel less of a student. i feel like an artiste and a dancer.
and im grateful for the chances i've gotten in viva (:

they won't ever see this i think, but i also really love all the friends i've made there (: every single one (:

This blog has been so serious and nostalgic for a while.

Let's have something fun (((:


I'm curling my hair for lions club performance haha

and i was trying to figure out how to be able to see what i'm curling, then genius me decided to use webcam to see what im curling (:


so of course, since i'm curling in front of a camera, i should take some photos (:

i love having curly hair.

but too bad i dont know how to use photoshop to do some make up or to smudge out flaws. lol. and i was too lazy to put on makeup just to take nonsense photos haha






relatively straight hair still






for halloween (:


ALL DONE (:



yay! curly hair, like curly fries and curly noodles. yum yum yum (:

i love viva. i do.

Jungle showdance (: which sadly still has no name. hahaha

i love viva <3


and all the people in the photo. and some who aren't in the photo too.

we've come such a very long way... through arguments, and change of casting like 3-4 times. this is the final cast, after cutting out another 2 couples, and changing here and there.

and the shopping and sewing of costumes, and rehearsals. all the laughter, the snappy words, the tears, the injuries. 1 missed competition. the lame but very scary scary arguments over shaving for the guys. hahah


sigh. it's all over.

it's been about 5-6 months since we've been training for this, so it also happens to coincides with a significant period for me.


and everything is over. haha, we're not who we were when we took our first step into this routine.



we've finished gracefully.
we've made our bow.
we've made our exit.


and life goes on.

random things to do

Go to a movie alone.
so cool (: i've always wanted to do that

Live alone
kinda already am (:

Train for (and finish) a huge physical test like a half-marathon.
no running for me, dancing counted?

Go to a scary doctor's appointment by yourself
been going..

Fly to a foreign country by yourself.
ok, this one is not so possible anytime soon haha

Witness something once-in-a-lifetime
or even just a pretty rainbow

Go on a date with someone who actually makes you nervous.
hmm. i can't remember the last time i felt nervous. excited and tingly maybe, not nervous i think.

Go out with an older man who takes you somewhere nice and makes you feel like a million bucks.

Go out with a guy who makes you laugh ‘til it hurts.

Invest in a LBD (little black dress) and some sexy stilettos.
i have both, but i'm looking for shades (:


Sit at a bar by yourself and drink a martini. Cool.

i really wanna do this! maybe on my next birthday eve (:

Buy something frivolous and expensive that you LOVE wearing.
aiyo. i always buy frivolous things that i love wearing

Host a girls-only night.
I LOVE GIRL'S NIGHT OUTS (: (: (:

been alternating between singing and dancing (:

if u love the arts, life's good (:

weather's been perfect recently, always raining when im in and stops raining when i need to go out (: so weather's always cool, and nice for snuggling under the blankey (:

and i love the smell of rain (:


been meeting friends and catching up, and i've also recently fallen in love with starbucks (:


and today, i bought mr bean, and a triple hashbrown, chicken plus cheese naan (: <3 <3 <3

life is pretty good round here (:


except that i have exams. haha, dec will be awesome (: i can almost smell Christmas round the corner (: i'm already making my christmas card list (: and starting to plan what i'm going to do for christmas ((((:





im very excited (: but then again, it doesn't take me much to get excited (:

i found out today...

can't say i wasn't disappointed.

but surprisingly, im not sad. it was even kinda expected.

i've learnt not to expect from you anymore.

i sighed again today, not cos i missed you, or wanted you, but cos i realised. im gonna be alright without you.

done.

look, my family made this for me (: how sweet (:

Comp

finally i'm done with comp.


i guess i don't thrive on loud music. i'm needing some soft music to unwind from the heavy latin beats the whole day, and recovering from my headache. haha, probably caused by wearing false eyelashes.

can't say it was a great comp, but it wasn't totally horrible i guess.

somehow i really felt like crying when my teacher, alice hugged me very tight. ): i really miss ana already...




partnership

partner n i have a real strange r/ship i think. sometimes i can't stand him and i really wanna stop dancing with him, and i don't even wanna talk to him much except when we have to talk abt dance stuff, and i won't really talk throughout training.

and then sometimes, i feel really fond of him, as a partner only though, and am happy dancing together. sigh.


have been so tired i've seriously considered breaking the partnership and taking a break from latin for a while. cos we seemed to be stuck in a rut and aren't improving much.

but i can't decide whether it's just a phase that i can get through, or cos i can't improve enough, or whether its cos i can't appreciate his dancing sometimes etc.

but oh well. we got through this comp, somehow.

and i think the next comp will have novice B cha and rumba, so at least i have something to look forward to. (:

holding on

partnerships really require work to maintain :/

deciding to stick with the partnership, at least for now, is probably largely due to my trying to learn not to quit so easily.


prob the things that are most worth it in life are earned through really hard work and perseverance.

plus im so impulsive and rash that its prob not so good for me. i should learn to be more patient and think first before i start talking nonsense.

i've been thinking through a lot of my past behaviour on my lovely lonely quiet bus rides home from AnA every week. and i've learn lessons that i'm glad im learning at 20 after a breakup rather than at 50 after a divorce.


i'm ok

so many people have been asking me if im ok and commenting that i look really tired and sad that i suspect that stories they hear might not be very representative of truths.

but it did get me thinking. so am i ok?

yea, i think i am.




i'm only growing stronger all the time, and i've grown my strongest yet.

i've grown to learn that romantic love is but a fraction of love.
love is just about wanting the best for someone else, and that love doesn't need to be lost. just keep loving without getting attached to a particular outcome of having to be 'together' and you'll never have to 'get over someone'


am i tired?
yea i am.


am i sad?
yea i am


but am i ok?
yea i am.

one day more... tomorrow you'll be worlds away, another day, another destiny.

tmr is finally competition. seriously, i can't wait for tmr at this hour, where i can scrub off all the makeup and gel and curl up into my bed.

my ankles hurt, my toes are constantly stomped on. haha every prac someone steps on them, my shoes aren't helping cos they're so loose my toes always slide out. haha and i've got tons of bruises and achy musclessss ))):

after tmr, i can concentrate on rushing out the presentations and essays and projects i need to do urgently! haha

ONE DAY MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


can u sense my anticipation for tmr????




One more day before the storm
Tomorrow you'll be worlds away
Tomorrow we'll be far away

Tomorrow we'll discover
What our God in Heaven has in store
One more dawn
One more day
One day more!

carin is coming to sleep over tonight with me cos she has assignment due tmrrr (:

it's quite exciting (: i've never had a girl friend come and sleep over before at halll (:

and i woke up bright and early to clean up my place. haha, its really terribly messy, and i havent bothered to clean it up for such a real long time.. too comfy. haha

but yea, my room is nice and neat now, everything is in place, costumes stacked neatly, makeup packed away, and all my shoes have gone back into their bags. my room sounds more like a backstage dressing room than a room for a student right? haha



i'm finishing up soon.. one more cha/jive lesson today to clean up.. one more practice for lions club and showdance tmr, comp on wednesday, last choir concert on fri, lions on sat. and then i think i'm kinda done with performances for the sem. haha








Love is a temporary madness,
it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness,
it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of eternal passion.
That is just being “in love” which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches,
they find that they are one tree and not two.

- Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres

why don't we go, somewhere only we know

maybe because I study geog and am constantly thinking about spatialities, places and spaces and their meanings always stand out to me.

For all my non geographer readers, let me introduce 2 concepts to u

1. Iconic spaces

this is quite self explanatory right? something eventful happened, something that happens once in a life time/long time. something extra significant happens or that the place in itself is majestic to behold


2. Fields of care

ordinary mundane places that are nurtured to symbolism through everyday day living, places we pass through everyday, places we spend time together all the time.. etc


maybe that's what i should do my honors thesis on, relationships in the context of spaces and places. i think it'd be kinda cool.

relationships take place in spaces and places, and if they're symbolic in either way that something special happened there, or if it's close to your heart in the way that much of your relationship was nurtured there... it doesn't really get forgotten


that's why we can walk by places and think to ourselves about the history that happened there, even if it was years and years ago.

sometimes when walking with friends, they'd suddenly point out, hmm, i had my first date with my gf here. or we celebrated our first anniversary here. or, yea, my ex used to live there, so i know the area pretty well.


our concepts of the place and space can sometimes affect our mobilities as well. if we're hurting, we might choose to purposely avoid such emotion-laden places, or we might gravitate towards it, to reminisce. so it's not the place itself, but the place has been reproduced with meaning.

ok that sounded very academic, i should save this post so i remember my inspiration for my honors thesis. haha, i really think it might be a topic that could be done! (:



and i learnt this word form linh's blog, and since she hasnt updated it in ages, its still at the top of the page. haha

Smultronstalle: Swedish word, meaning a private and personal place, a place of your own.


i think it's a nice word. i'm glad we had a Smultronstalle. i'm glad we parted from the same place we started.

of faces i've loved

Each time I have to leave someone
I look back on all the faces I’ve loved

And it’s hard to think that someday
When my heart has healed again
He’ll be just another
Another face I’ve loved

For when the fire has cooled
And the flames have truly died
All that’s left in the ashes
Are the bits and pieces
Of faces I’ve loved
And places we’ve loved

i'm dreaming again...

i was hoping for a nice warm shower after training, but the heater wasn't working, so i was freezing. its at times like this im glad im in singapore.

and for the whole of the year, i really have no idea what i've been chasing, but i'm tired.
at least i noticed a trend, when i'm doing well and all, i hardly stop to write, in my diary, here, or even to spend a lot of alone time thinking to myself. it just all happens in one whirl of a fast paced dance and the music just sweeps you along, and on and on and on we go... till the music suddenly dies out, and everyone around fades out...


actually, i really like the feeling sometimes.. of being by myself and taking lots of time off to think and dream, and have a period of solitude.

when i say solitude, i don't really mean shutting people out or being an anti-social of course. it's just that in the very innermost circle of my social life, there's just me, and God. and i dont really have people that i don't 'schedule' in.

for example, i schedule in meetings, trainings, appointments, meet ups with friends, chit chats. and when i'm done with all that, i can retreat into my own place, my own world, and its nice sometimes not to have anyone whom i have to/ want to be with when i'm doing nothing. when im doing nothing, im really just doing nothing now (:

it's really nice actually. i know i prob sound a bit strange, but yea, some me time is very good for my soul i think.

and yea, when u don't have someone or people you automatically go to when ur free, u really realise that a lot of chance chit chats or chance encounters are very rewarding. and full of love.


i can't even count the number of wonderful conversations i've had with friends recently, they're wonderfully rich, and flavorful, just like hot liquid chocolate (:

like i had a wonderful conversation with a friend today, who happens to be a christian, while we shared a hot chocolate, and it was wonderfully wholesome, and rich and alive, and it was like the hot chocolate went into my heart and soul too, and i felt warm and safe.


i really don't know how to explain this, but i feel that this is a season of solitude which is very good for me. my soul has been too hurried, troubled and tired out over the year... to the point that i've created trouble for myself. haha




i want to lie under clear blue skies and watch the clouds roll by

i want to sleep under warm sunshine

i want to make vanilla crepes that smell of wholesome butter and milk

i want to pat a small furry animal

i want to smell a rose

i want to read a poem

i want to curl up in bed on a cold day, with a hot chocolate and marshmallows, and read a classic novel

i wanna eat a pie and drink tea





don't these things sound so quaint, familiar and whimsical?

what have I been doing all year? striving to be a better dancer, giving myself grief over my skin, getting worried and anxious and upset at people around me.


i realised.

i have not been at rest the whole year.

now i finally feel at rest, at though i've been a little bird, desperately flying through a crazy wind, and my wings have been beaten sore, my feathers ruffled, and i've finally fluttered down to the ground, and landed in a soft patch of moss, and i'm tucking my head under one wing, and resting.






and naturally, in times of solitude and quiet, and classical music playing, i tend to be pensive. not necessarily a deep sorrow, but a more surface feeling i guess, thinking over life in general and all the dreams that i'd put aside when i tried to be realistic.

its nice to dream again. (: dream of snow covered forests, and log houses with a warm hearth, dreaming of golden wheat fields, and rolling hills, green pastures, a quiet lake...

dreaming of things larger than myself, and my surroundings...





but best of all, i've realised...




well... i have three more dance performances/competition lined up.. and then i told partner i'm gonna take a break for a while...

and im cancelling one whole month of viva training as well (; haha, sometimes having some power is not a bad thing (;

and i'm gonna rest... i'm gonna take myself to a calm place, where i don't have to rush around doing things and meeting deadlines. and i'm going to meet people i love, some of them are coming home from overseas soon and i'm happy to meet them soon (:


i'm going to take long meals, and long walks, long sleeps, and i'm going to spend days reading, perhaps writing if i feel like it, i'm going to watch cartoons and old movies, and i'm going to spend time with my family. one good thing that came out of this is that my family is currently relatively united and there is an outpouring of love to each other. haha, its nice and sweet.
we're gonna set up the christmas tree and lights, and create the warm glow that comes from within.


i'm on my way back to the start to find myself again (:

today i cut out about 60 printed pages of our conversations out of my diary.

well, for a practical reason that it was making my diary so fat i can't write in it.

and because it represents a heap of broken promises made by both of us, and when promises are broken, it makes no sense to reminisce about the promises we made.

because they mean nothing anymore. looking at them is but a feeble attempt to grasp at something intangible, a vain catching of the wind and it swirls up and away from us...

and it makes no sense too to ask why do we make promises we can't keep. it's like asking why water sometimes drown us, and why fire burns us up. we're human.


my diary is now cut right down the middle, with jagged edges, left over glue, and it isn't pretty and perfect anymore.

but that's life, and its all the jagged edges that makes it all the more beautiful...




forever. always. perfect love. first and last. till the end.


these are words that should not exist in our vocabulary.

we are but a mist, a thin vapor in the wind... yet we make lofty promises...

My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room...





It's not a silly little moment,
It's not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.

We're going down,
And you can see it too.
We're going down,
And you know that we're doomed.
My dear,we're slow dancing in a burning room

On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for?

Another hero - another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.

Inside my heart is breaking,
My make up may be flaking,
But my smile still stays on

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.
Another heartache - another failed romance.

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die

The Show must go on.

Day to day troubles are no match for the power of the Lord

Do not look forward to what may happen
tomorrow; the same everlasting Father who cares
for you today will take care of you tomorrow and
every day.
Either He will shield you from suffering,
or He will give you unfailing strength to bear it.
Be at peace, then.
Put aside all anxious thoughts and
imaginations, and say continually: "The Lord is my
strength and my shield.
My heart has trusted in Him
and I am helped. He is not only with me but in me,
and I in Him.

Amen.

i am very angry with spammers! every week i have to delete like 20 spam messages!! they are flooding the place like ants!!!


anyway, today i went for an experiment at engine, i was quite annoyed by the researcher, who never replied my emails to confirm the slot, i went down anyway, and he was late ): and poor me sat outside not knowing whether he's late or not coming at all cos he didnt reply me ):

and then throughout the experiment, he kept tsk-ing that my eyes are not focused enough, and i am not staring hard at the screen to give him the result he wants. tsk. experiment is experiment what, no fixed results ): and he didn't give me my money today, he's making me go again tmr to redo some of the images.

gosh, i stare until my contact lens wanna drop out already.

i wanted to tell him, girls got peripheral vision la, plus i have shopperholic eyes, i can scan around quickly, not fix my eyes on one thing and stare it for so long. ):


hahaha.


and then i lugged 2 huge heavy bags of clothes to school cos i thought it was phototaking day cos my geog of fashion proj, but turns out it is tmr ): so i lugged everything back again. ):



so in conclusion, it was not a very good day at all. and i wanted to buy strawberry banana but i was too full and my hands were too tired to carry.


im super whiny today.


and i think im going to die at the competition in 2 weeks time, cos i can't even remember my routines yet. ):


ok one exciting thing is that partner and i are going for contemp auditions (: (: (:
selected dancers get a contract for technical trainings. (:


but on the whole, i am a veyr grumpy cookie. dont come near me or i will bite you.





or like this. haha i picked up a huge bundle of hair that i apparently dropped :/ im balding!!!!!!! help!

The Boy and The Caterpillar

Once, a long time ago, when men built with their hands and women cooked with fire, there lived a boy in a small village far away from here. He was a happy boy, his heart was pure and his mind was innocent. All he truly longed for was someone to love.

As he grew older, he changed from a comely child to a handsome man. He had spoken to many girls, and many more had shown interest in him. However, deep inside their hearts he saw a coldness. The kind of mild coldness that would make a girl smash a bug because she found it ugly, or hate another girl simply because she was prettier than her. He felt no contempt for them…but he knew in his heart that he could never be with someone who was capable of vanity, envy, or hatred. For this reason, he began to become hopeless for ever finding a girl he would love.

Then, one day, as he wandered through the forest, he heard a beautiful voice calling to him, "Hello there, boy. What is your name?"

The Beauty of the voice immediately piqued his interest, and he began to search for its owner, but he could not find her anywhere.

The voice laughed and said, "What you look for is too large. I am smaller than any girl you would normally see. I am on the tree to the left of you."

He turned toward the left and slowly walked toward the tree, but found no girl…normal sized or smaller. All he saw, sitting on the branch of the tree, was a small caterpillar.

He was just about to continue looking when he heard the voice again, and this time there was no mistaking: the caterpillar was speaking to him, "Yes, I am the voice you heard. Though I am small, and though I may not seem beautiful, I was once a more beautiful girl than any you have seen before. However, a witch, envious of my beauty, turned me into a caterpillar so that she may never be forced to look at me as I was again."

He swallowed before he spoke, for he felt somewhat awkward speaking to a caterpillar, "That story is a tragedy milady, but what can I do to help you? I am a mere village boy."

The caterpillar sighed, "I have given up the curse being broken…all I desire now is a friend. For, since I have been transformed, all the friends I have had have abandoned me."

The boy was happy to grant her request, and held out of arm for her. She climbed it and rested on his shoulder.

Time passed, and he spoke to many other girls. But he found that he grew less and less interested in them. Instead, he began to speak more and more to the caterpillar that rested on his shoulder. He found that, unlike the girls that he knew he could never be with, the soul inside of this caterpillar was pure and beautiful. They spoke every day, and their friendship grew. Eventually, he began to realize that he was falling in love with her. For a time, he hid his feelings, until one day he could take it no longer:

"Caterpillar," he said, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

Her response was immediate, "Boy, I have loved you since I first met you, since I first saw how pure your heart was. But I thought that you would never love a creature as low as me, a mere caterpillar."

He smiled and said, "I care not whether you are woman, or caterpillar, whether you are beautiful or plain, whether you are intelligent or dumb. I see only the beauty in your heart, and that is all I desire."

And for the first time, they both wished she were a woman. They wished it so that he could embrace her, so that he could hold her and kiss her face. But she was merely a caterpillar, and all she could give him was a simple, loving sigh.

After that, they were happy. They often wished for things, a kiss, a hug, a physical expression of their love. They were happy, but they longed to hold each other. And as the days passed, as their love only grew deeper. It changed from a want into a need. And it frustrated them every day. Yet still, the boy would not leave the caterpillar, for he loved her soul.

Eventually, the caterpillar told him, "Boy, as a caterpillar, I have reached a point in my life where I must build a cocoon for myself, and transform."

The boy asked quietly, "Will you transform into a butterfly?"

The caterpillar answered uncertainly, "I am not sure. Normal caterpillars change into butterflies, but I am anything but normal. I may change into something else."
The boy thought, then hopefully asked, "Will you become a human?"

"I hope so," the caterpillar said, "So that you may hold me, and never let go."
So, the caterpillar left the boy's shoulder and built a cocoon for itself in the forest, encasing itself within it. And every day, the boy would journey into the woods and wait by the cocoon, hoping to be there when his love returned. Months passed, and the cocoon grew larger, and larger. And as it grew larger the seed of hope in the boy's heart also began to grow. Soon, it was the size of a man. And at that point, he became almost certain that what emerged would be a girl with the soul he had come to love inside of her. A girl he could hold and kiss and love forever.
And one day, after months and months of waiting, the cocoon finally broke open. What the boy saw was more than he had ever hoped for.

He saw neither butterfly, nor woman, but an angel standing before him. Light emanated off of her. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And he knew, just from looking in her eyes, that she was the same caterpillar that he had loved.
But when he tried to embrace her, she stopped him.

"Why do you hold me back?" he asked, "I merely wish to hold you, like we talked about, like we dreamed of."

She shook her head, "I am sorry, boy, but I am no longer a caterpillar. I am now an angel. And as an angel, I can be with you no longer. For you, as a human, are simply too far beneath me."

Shocked, he argued, "But…that's not fair. That's not right. I loved you when you were a mere caterpillar. I loved you when you were nothing more than a fleshy bug on my shoulder!"

She smiled gently as she stroked his cheek, "And I wish I could do the same. I wish I could love you even though you are nothing but a caterpillar to me, but alas, I cannot."

And he watched as she flew away, on her beautiful golden wings. And stood there, watching, even when she left his sight, his arm reached out as if trying to touch her. He stood there for days, watching, wishing, incapable of anger, incapable of anything but love for her. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. And weeds grew around him, dirt gathered on him, and shrubs grew off of him. Soon, he became fossilized in the soil. A statue created by nature.

They say that it is possible, if you wander in the forest long enough, to see him now. And that if you do see him, he will speak to you. But it is not you he will be speaking to, it is the angel that has long since left him. And what he will say will not be in our words, but in the old language, more loving and sad than ours would have ever allowed. And understanding what he says is impossible, but in his voice you can hear his longing, his sorrow, and his endless, eternal love.

Like a little wind-up ballerina that not just has rusted coils, stiff joints,but also flaking paint, worn and chipped, an aged and broken face painted white and colored.

Behind every sincere 'how've you been?' is a little of 'i've missed u..'

many pretty english rose whimsical pictures (: