You can either vote for my blogsome blog or this diaryland blog. I really don't know which one to use, I like things from both of them and I hate things from both of them. If I continue to be indecisive, I'll officially become blogless. |
Ugh, I can't believe blogsome just totally bailed out on me. |
Yes, I finally decided to move. Please visit http://iamsof.blogsome.com. ^____________^ |
I don't know if I'll move, but here's what I'm using just for now.... http://iamsof.blogsome.com |
I really really really want this pair of lace-up sandal from Paris Blues:  Does anyone know if there's any Paris Blues stores in Toronto? I really can't wait until spring. Today I went to Club Monaco got another skirt, I love it, and it's love at first sight. I didn't buy it the first time I saw it because it was like $129 or somethin', and now it's $49. Heehee. It's too pretty to be worn in everyday life, I think I'll wear it for the banquet. I have yet to go crazy again on shopping, but I'm not planning to do that before my audition; meaning my March break will be filled with practising, practising, and more practising. |
Hm, I played Rhapsody from the beginning to the end for the first time during my 1st period spare today. Quite cathartic. English test was quite easy, I'm glad. The novel we are currently reading (Fifth Business) is actually pretty interesting, by far the most intriguing novel I've ever read with English class. Recent days seem so blank, white and blank. I was going home the other day, and while I was walking towards the exit around the library area, there was a couple standing by the window. They saw me walking towards them - I, being the only person, because it was quite late after school - and as soon as they they saw me walking towards them, they started kissing. Okay I'm gonna apply my Eastern philosophy here again. According to that, the deepest feelings, the most sublime and great things are not floating on top; they are burried deep inside and can only be discovered through constant experiencing and feeling. Thus, true love doesn't need to be shown in public to be proven, if it's there, it's deeply rooted and it's carefully cherished; by constantly showing it, it only degrades the holiness and beauty. Geez... I'm not saying any more than that. I feel degraded myself. I love this view from the window of my room: 6 a.m.. |
Alright alright, here's my photoshopped grad photo (my favourite) and I spent sometime getting rid of the irksome "do not copy". It's not perfectly perfect (I took a picture of the picture...), but yeah, here it is.
Another favourite one, I didn't edit it. Too lazy.
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Got grad photos today, and they are okay - except I didn't expect the close-up they told me they were doing would come out humongous. And I'm glad I chose the yellow flowers as opposed to the red ones. I was blind, there isn't an Asian girl in the group in ANTM IV. But still, those girls are pretty. My favourites in order of preference: Naima (girl with mohawk, how unique and fierce is that), Lluvy (another distinctive-looking brunette), Noelle (she looks kinda like Amanda from season 3). Now I gotta go back to study. Calc and phil test crammed into one afternoon, wish me luck dying. |
Wow it's March already. I'm still freaking out a little that I'll be turning 18 in 2 months and will be a freshman in 6 months. I'm still used to the pampering, still used to being tiny and cute, still used to being paid extra attention to. Hm, I guess I must take on the world when it's time whether or not I'm ready. So, a very strange thing occurred. There's this layer of plastic that adheres to the back of the screen of my laptop (or, the top of the laptop) to protect its smoothness and whatnot; and one day when I got up in the morning, it just disappeared - I'm pretty sure it was still there before I went to bed. Considering the layer is rather thick and it's adhered to the surface quite strongly, I don't think the wind can just blow if off. Even if it did, the layer of plastic should be on the floor or something, but I couldn't even find the shadow of it. And I've asked my parents and ensured that they didn't remove it (they hardly come into my room to use my laptop). Thus I concluded that there're only 2 possible explanations for this: 1/ I was sleepwalking, and removed it myself during the night - but then, since it was no where to be seen the next morning (not even in the waste basket), I must have flushed it down the toilet or something - which is quite unlikely. 2/ there's a ghost in the house; that explains all. Anyway. So after some practice this afternoon, I decided to indulge myself with some chic magazines. I saw this ad for America's Next Top Model season IV (I'm gonna advertise for it here again: tomorrow on CTV - I think - 8p.m., 1st episode!!!) in Cosmo, and it looks like there's an Asian girl in the group. I hope I'm right, because America totally can and should have a top Asian model. =P Yeah, me and my bias.
Under the influence of 11, I'm starting to love Miss Van. |
