if you ever want something, you call, you call
I'll come running to fight and I'll be at your door
you see you're just like everyone
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Hi my name is Grace and I like to read, write + fashion/graphic design and I abhor veggies + twitbuggers. I'm from EPPS/SHPS/NYGH/ISB (yes, I know, extensive) and I take Spanish as a third language! I really love Broadway *and* Taylor Swift. And random stuff like the soundtrack of the movie Once.

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Friday, April 10, 2009 / 10:45 PM
Flowers That He'd Bought Just Because He Felt Like It

I always thought that was the sweetest reason for buying flowers: just because I felt like it. Just a random thought. Wouldn't it be nice to write a poem in a kind of reminiscence-y prose, with one line being I remember when you bought me flowers just because you felt like it or something? I keep thinking that. Then I remember: oh yah, I am horrible at writing poems.

Check out INKsplash's graphic community on LJ! (at least, I think it's INKsplash's. or inkSPLASH's. oh, whatever.)

Just finished packing; for the first time, going to check in all my entertainment stuff like magazines and markers, so my bag won't be super-heavy on the flight, esp. since I'm bringing my laptop. (Dad suggested it. Because this trip is super long and I won't be going out everyday. Plus, I think my brother will get very sick of me hogging his room to use his computer.)

So I'm just bringing this awesome big clutch bought in Chatuchak (dual-toned with wristlet!), which looks kind of fat because I stuffed in Gossip Girl, cell phone, wallet and iPod. Heh.

Going to upload latest blogskin here then onto art collaboration. If I have time (brief calculation: 1.5 hour approx. for bath and lunch, so I have to start at 1.30. Okay I have about 40 minutes) I'll do icons :D so addicted to colour pop now! :D

I'll come running,