I'm Back

photos by dear zael

Laying on the tender grass beneath the sailing northern moon high in the majestic heavens on a cold spring sky with the flickering stars that scatter everywhere like precious stones out of reach. I let out a hum to ride the soothing wind as it blows the tiny hair in my arms. The friction of those wings is like a lullaby to my ears. Whenever I blink, I know that they are always there wondering if I am  consuming them as much as they are consuming me now.

Rainbows Over Houses

Hey, lovelies! I'm afraid I have neglected blogging like I wasn't around for almost four days, and it got me almost an hour to read all your new posts... but I didn't succeed. I'm sorry I gave up. I'm just too excited to babble and I don't even know what title I am going to give this post because I have bizillion stories to tell you. Where will I start? Okay, I started watching French Open 2010 yesterday and I developed a little crush on Thomaz Bellucci. Mind you, lovelies, he's a brazilian and sizzling hot in the tennis court frying his skin under the sun! lol so I'm gonna tell you other stories next time.


And before I'm gonna post this, I'll give you a special treat to theselby. This blog features homes of models, artists, fashion designers all around the world! Imagine? Among those are Louis Vuitton's and Cole Haan's! So don't forget to check it out. I've got so much inspiration from it.


I already have a formspring account. If you have anything to ask, feel free to say it here, I don't bite.

Take A Break

Take A Break

Grandmothers
are antique
little girls.

The Blonde Salad

I've come across Chiara Ferragni's lookbook page, but I find her website very entertaining, and don't forget to look at her site banner. Well, she's a fashion blogger and a student in Milan, Italy. Take a look in her site, click The Blonde Salad.

PS. I want to give my huge THANK YOU to these following chive blossoms: Psynopsis, Tap At My Window, Pink Bow, Plums In Puget Sound, From The Board Of Lucys, The Next Arrow, and Oh, Hello There for giving me their warm birthday greetings.

PS. I'm learning french a little like Moi cherie, je'taime.

Nineteen

D S Brennan Photography

Tomorrow, May 21, I'll be nineteen. Next 365 days, I'll be twenty and so on. I've come up with an idea on how to celebrate my birthday, so here's the plan: I'd rather celebrate my birthday with a street child (or I'll make it street children if I can handle them quite easily) instead of throwing a party because I've spent already eighteen birthdays with friends and family. This time, I want it to be something different. And I want to serve as a good example to my friends.

P.S. It took me almost nineteen years to be happy, and I won't make any huge mistake to feel miserable again. (smiles)