MOVED.

http://sayonara-supergirl.blogspot.com

M.

Opening night of A C.O.O.L Christmas went pretty well
besides temporary screwups of the mics, and allyson forgetting her lines.
Matty-han, cliff, basil, rory, hakim, kev and daryl showed up for the play :D
thanks for coming! if you ever see this.
Wentooo LTN and then to siglap macs because I felt like eating fries
cliff made up the whole M-theory
the woman with the hoodie, the coke mopper and all sorta nonsensicalls
And on the bus, matty and I laughed at the sucky relationship our neighbour was having
electronic and babypink DS communication

Have you ever been in love, been in love so bad?

Why things never take me to the scare, because feelings are bare.
I'm putting on this white dress, and covering up the scars
No sweetie, you don't actually fucking care
I'm sitting outside your block, wondering if I should knock
crazy tinsels of feelings, wrap around the tree
that's the lighted fairylight end-
I'm falling away from the boy who thought he loved me.

Happy birthday gramps.

I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about:

I shall never grow up, make believe is much too fun.
we were walking there, I had tangles in my hair
but you make me feel so pretty
you have shining eyes, like those forest lights
and it makes me want to cry.

Last year's wishes are this year's apologies-

Results of talking to nicole-anne at 4 am to 6am in the morning: I have an unfortunate fever.
4am the phone rings.
Nicole- WOMAN. I can't sleep. Are you sleeping?
"No... erm.. huh?"
Nicole- okay! keep me company!
So we stay on the phone, talking about love and idiots.
You know, the usual things people talk about at 4am.
If it's even usual to talk to ANYONE at 4am while your fever's building up
"Poor you Laura, you can't ever stay in love. Even when you're IN love, you're still not in love.
And when you finally ARE in love, he's not in love."
Thanks, I'm used to it hon.

thinkabelle.

When you're left wondering if this year was a good or bad one, I'm washed away by fatigue and late nights.
The people, the aliens, and the complete bastards who passed you by on the streets and your brain.
the tickles, the monsoons, the screams.
One year ago, and still clueless, sipping the edge of a knockout ride.

the shimmer neon-

You're the noise in here I can't sleep without-

December's catching up, flipping scripted pages and tying glittery ornaments to the x'mas tree.
Save me from my inner demons.
sitting in my yard, lighting fireworks and watching explosions in the sky.

Frank-

Mine. Kea's. Dana's. Kea's gingerbread is depressed.


Dana.

Spent the afternoon helping Kea wrap presents, icing gingerbreadmen
singing to Frank Sinatra's Christmas songs
and throwing chutney around the kitchen and eating marshmallows infront of the teevee
watching reruns of Tintin and sesame street and The O.C.
After watching sesame street 3 times-

Dana- AGAIN! AGAIN!
Me- nooooooooooo. I'm 13 going on 2 if we carry on.
Kea- wow. Sesame street made you mature a year!









World, greet Kearon James McMillan.
Freak of the century, bestest since forever.
fresh from Sydney.
I miss you back in the tropics.
chewing on gummyheads and making playdough horses.

selfridge:

emily.

happy halloween.


meet, rachel and stusky.

oh darling, j'adore tweed!

You've got a way with me. When you get me spiralling.
Look up, catch your smile, and think about that name I carved on the kitchen tile.
you, who taught me to climb the trees and touch the moon
watching mary poppins and colouring our tongues blue.
when your smile turns into a beautiful curve
Listening to Elvis Costello-
What do you get when you fall in love?

Hello, I miss you quite terribly-

Back to scream-downs, disney on tape and tapping my feet,
when eyes are left dry from monsoons wishing you and I were something else.
You're prominent like a jam jar, yet I won't be foolish to hope-
that I can be your riot.
Love as forbidden as it is fragile, when I lean back against the sultry door frame
here's a cookie, just for luck
smile for me, when I let him in.
Two of same mind-alikes, shrieking in goodness knows, spraying neon lights
lying on the barren ground, counting the stars
till daylight creeps up on the night.