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Saturday, January 3, 2009
Messy is my room.
Messy is self-explanatory.
Still, it needs some photographs to emphasize how messy it is.
I ransacked my wardrobe today and I found my Mother's secret stash of stationery. And here I thought she was always short of em.
In my wardrobe. Makeup, Perfume, Camera, Makeup Remover Wipes, Hangers, Brush, and Clarins Eye Makup Remover.
Wardrobe. The clothes are only half of what I actually own.
Albums and VCDs. Some are mine, the rest are my parents'. Oh, and there's my pair of fishnet stockings.
My prized (mini) guitar and my Nan Hua award for being the leader of Brownies (yes, believe it) for I-totally-forgot-how-many years.
Dressing drawer. Manson's hat, makeup case, books, headbands, bottles of water and hair and skin products.
My office. No, I don't work there. Really.
And some wonder how I can actually get some sleep.
Whilst Messy is besting at being itself, its owner has turned into a spectacle (Real, real specs with degree-whatever-shit) wearing geek. Becauze, from where I am sitting in class, I cannot see 50% of what the teacher's written.
Might be tying my mane like this starting next week. Becauze I observed that nobody has tied it like this and I like it like that. And I have to dye my hair back to black. Hate that. Hate the smell of the dye. It's so pungent.
Entries
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Messy is my room.
Messy is self-explanatory.
Still, it needs some photographs to emphasize how messy it is.
I ransacked my wardrobe today and I found my Mother's secret stash of stationery. And here I thought she was always short of em.
In my wardrobe. Makeup, Perfume, Camera, Makeup Remover Wipes, Hangers, Brush, and Clarins Eye Makup Remover. Wardrobe. The clothes are only half of what I actually own.
Albums and VCDs. Some are mine, the rest are my parents'. Oh, and there's my pair of fishnet stockings.
My prized (mini) guitar and my Nan Hua award for being the leader of Brownies (yes, believe it) for I-totally-forgot-how-many years.
Dressing drawer. Manson's hat, makeup case, books, headbands, bottles of water and hair and skin products.
My office. No, I don't work there. Really.
And some wonder how I can actually get some sleep.
Whilst Messy is besting at being itself, its owner has turned into a spectacle (Real, real specs with degree-whatever-shit) wearing geek. Becauze, from where I am sitting in class, I cannot see 50% of what the teacher's written.
Might be tying my mane like this starting next week. Becauze I observed that nobody has tied it like this and I like it like that. And I have to dye my hair back to black. Hate that. Hate the smell of the dye. It's so pungent.
Angel With the Scabbed Wings
I ransacked my wardrobe today and I found my Mother's secret stash of stationery. And here I thought she was always short of em.
In my wardrobe. Makeup, Perfume, Camera, Makeup Remover Wipes, Hangers, Brush, and Clarins Eye Makup Remover.
Wardrobe. The clothes are only half of what I actually own.
Albums and VCDs. Some are mine, the rest are my parents'. Oh, and there's my pair of fishnet stockings.
My prized (mini) guitar and my Nan Hua award for being the leader of Brownies (yes, believe it) for I-totally-forgot-how-many years.
Dressing drawer. Manson's hat, makeup case, books, headbands, bottles of water and hair and skin products.
My office. No, I don't work there. Really.
And some wonder how I can actually get some sleep.
Might be tying my mane like this starting next week. Becauze I observed that nobody has tied it like this and I like it like that. And I have to dye my hair back to black. Hate that. Hate the smell of the dye. It's so pungent.