boo. hey look i scared you.

This skin is featuring Audrey's kawasaki's artwork. Layout and icon by: Dawnoflights. Textures are from: lemon end. /// resurgere /// ex-posed /// plasticxromance /// XX there aren't much textures used so i think that's all. It's just scrap and white paint.

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Audrey Kawasaki is awesome.




Hello. Nice to meet you. I shall go change my blogskin. Hello again.

I'm bored. And my computer is making weird noises. And I know I should go to sleep.

Because if I don't I'll get eyebags like Vicki Tan.

Hello, Vicki Tan. Don't take this the wrong way.

She asked me about it once. Well, twice.

I suppose it could be genetic. Or just a part of her DNA. Some people just have eyebags.

Can't help it.

Unless you go for plastic surgery or something.

I have absolutely nothing against plastic surgery. I think it's just a process of beautification taken to new heights, is all.

No different from make-up, perms, corsets and whatever.

Hey, people died from stays in the past. For those illiterate in the language of Victorian garb, stays are goddamned painfull things that force your torso into shapes unintended by nature.

Why am I even posting about stays for. Or Vicki's eyebags, for that matter.

Byebye. I shall go sleep now. Well, I'm blogging. Say yay, Png.

But I really have no clue what to blog about. The last couple of days have been uneventful.

Well, I went for CIP at Calvary Baptist Kindergarden, saturday, and closed the door on this kid's hand and made him cry.

Sorry, kid. Unintentional.

Then he puked.

Think it was the nerves. They were supposed to give this graduation performance. He was pretty freaked out, and saying he wanted his mom and stuff. I couldn't help thinking he was a wuss.

Sorry, kid.

I don't know his name. But I do know he was dressed up to be a mushroom.

I like mushrooms. Unless they're button mushrooms. Then they're gross.

Thankfully he wasn't one. He was a nice shittake mushroom.

There. I blogged. I have hereby resurrected my blog from deadness.

How lovely.

hello, my name is diana. all you really need to know. well, not really technically. i am quite sure you can function normally, without knowing my name. Oh well. i tend to ramble. i think you might have noticed by now. and i can't really bring myself to like goldfish.







rachel, the chua.
seiyin, tan.
lee, debbo.
penege, alyssa.
cheng, julia, of the weird blog name.
quek, rebecca.
foo, melissa.
chow, carine.
yeo, fiona.
tan, dayna.
seah, estee.
qijia, ong.
mui, cheryl
yihua, leong.

Audrey Kawasaki is awesome.





Hello. Nice to meet you. I shall go change my blogskin.
Hello again.

I'm bored. And my computer is making weird noises. And I know I should go to sleep.

Because if I don't I'll get eyebags like Vicki Tan.

Hello, Vicki Tan. Don't take this the wrong way.

She asked me about it once. Well, twice.

I suppose it could be genetic. Or just a part of her DNA. Some people just have eyebags.

Can't help it.

Unless you go for plastic surgery or something.

I have absolutely nothing against plastic surgery. I think it's just a process of beautification taken to new heights, is all.

No different from make-up, perms, corsets and whatever.

Hey, people died from stays in the past. For those illiterate in the language of Victorian garb, stays are goddamned painfull things that force your torso into shapes unintended by nature.

Why am I even posting about stays for. Or Vicki's eyebags, for that matter.

Byebye. I shall go sleep now.
Well, I'm blogging. Say yay, Png.

But I really have no clue what to blog about. The last couple of days have been uneventful.

Well, I went for CIP at Calvary Baptist Kindergarden, saturday, and closed the door on this kid's hand and made him cry.

Sorry, kid. Unintentional.

Then he puked.

Think it was the nerves. They were supposed to give this graduation performance. He was pretty freaked out, and saying he wanted his mom and stuff. I couldn't help thinking he was a wuss.

Sorry, kid.

I don't know his name. But I do know he was dressed up to be a mushroom.

I like mushrooms. Unless they're button mushrooms. Then they're gross.

Thankfully he wasn't one. He was a nice shittake mushroom.

There. I blogged. I have hereby resurrected my blog from deadness.

How lovely.