Run, baby, run.

you're beautiful,
you're perfect,
you're no less than all of a cloud of stardust.
your tears are the raindrops that sweeten my heart,
you make me perfect. your voice is the wind,
and it quietly soothes me, it leaves me breathless.

SO-
i cut my hair. the longish part hasn't changed much. but i have bangs, and my ninja has began calling me
bangsybob. turned out alright, just hopefully it'll grow a teenybit longer soon. it makes me look 'oriental'
according to Mum, hopefully it isn't a more polite way of screaming 'AHLIAN' in my face. joyjoyjoyjoy.
my feet are disfigured, kudos to friction and the blister's that've been popping like a hiphop dancer on
overdrive. ok. not fuh-nee. had dinner at brussels with Momsy and sister who got hair extensions and
looks like an Asian barbie doll with nice curly locks. hmph, not fair. i have frizzy warped dysfunctionalcurls.
Saturday i'm in luvvvv.