Little Miss Silly (:’s Neighborhood

Hi . I miss me . I miss you . I miss us . I miss them . I miss everyone . I would just post photos up right now . Unfortunately P1 W1max has other plans for me . Thus , excuse my absence for the next few days . Might take weeks . Sigh . Anyway , things have been better lately . Don't mind the current burst out . That is the sole reason why no one should ever mess with a girl's hormones . Hah . Thank you and Sorry , boys and girls <3 I love you (-1) , still .

Sssup!

11:57pm, in the uniform that'll expire it's validity status (at least, to me) in an approx. month. It's as if I'd like to mouth out loud, "Hold up, time!" but.. that'd be ultra ridic and spastic. The point is: I was 7 in '99, foreign atmosphere, uncouth and fresh-blooded. A decade passed, now compressed into bits of memorabilia in the form of pictures, blog posts (ha!) and scribbles penned black on the back of receipts. Ah, that's life ain't it! What's afleet, in Roman numerics (aw, miss this!): (i) inevitable, hm? Chelsea 1 - 0 Man United. Put 'em suckas 5pts below. Controversial? Blah, blah, blah.; (ii) refrained self from excursions-- refrainment failed. Tagged home a monochrome dress from Miss Selfridge, with faux Givenchy wedges en route and newcomers in the accoutrement dept. It's love, I swear.; (iii) losing hours to thick educational bibles, miniscule eat-outs with comrades, rambling words that matters to none-- these little things help me survive. Love 'em homegirls to bits.; (iv) Chelsea's transfer ban status? Suspended. Aguero, put a ring on it, dammit. Other targets I hear: strikers from La Liga, and full-backs. I ain't got time to scour, apologies, the Ultra-Major Exam is en route hence.. Y'know. Uh, that's about it. Please wish that I kick-arse (cross fingers!) and conquer the battle of numerics! Goodnight, good luck.

[MUSIC] Plastiscines - Pas Avec Toi

All sorts of bullshit people throw at your face . 

Now you'll never see what you've done to me
You can take back your memories , they're no good to me 
And here's all your lies , you can look me in the eyes
With the sad , sad look that you wear so well
When you see my face ,
When you walk my way ,
I hope it gives you hell .

 

 

I'm the only one to blame .

Stop hovering .
Don't breathe down my neck ,
We are what we don't see .

I've got a few things left to clean out so go HERE
like a studded white blazer and some other dresses I don't wear
ok bye