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Une fille comme moi
Je t'aime plus que hier, moins que demain ♥
Welcome to the blog of a 17yearoldgirl, where she posts her mindless musings and ramifications.
This is extremely private;
cos this is where she dreams, sleeps and cries.
She lives. 		"We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences.
but our innocence goes awfully deep,
and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all,
and our horrid inner secret is that
we don’t care that we don’t."
when the choices you make dont turn out to be down the right path
Saturday, June 27, 2009, 10:42 PM
I feel like I'm going to screw up. Time pasts by and before I know it, everything that I promised myself to do is undone. Not like I'm going to earn truckloads of money if I get all A's this time round...but little things add up. And every little bit counts.


I just want to turn away from these thoughts in my head but they keep resurfacing every 20 minutes. And I don't know why your face keeps on popping up.

I'm not making sense.

I wanna be like Rumi [http://www.fashiontoast.com/] Don't know why I didn't discover the wonder of her in the past, even though I know that she's always been there. Her style is off the hook. I don't understand why people around me can't accept dressing with a proper sense of style. I look in my wardrobe and I can hardly seem to find anything that seems "plain" to me anymore. That's because I've been selling all my conventional clothes away and replacing them with more unconventional stuff that I've been picking up. I feel like taking photos of my outfits next time and steer my blog towards to being more of a fashion blog rather than just mindless musings.

I want to go here so badly...

My God. There will be VESPAS. This is even bigger than FLEAFLYFLOFUN. Damn.