1. Going through Emma Watson's editorial pictures really makes you feel fashionably inept in one way or another. I can't believe she's growing up. More so, I can't believe I'm turning 19 very soon! I'm not too hyped up about this because it means that I'm about to enter a new decade in my life. Although I do not have a fancy schmancy childhood but the fact that I'm actually an adult who still clings to her tofu is actually unhealthy, I guess. July is the month of growing up but I am stuck in this limbo.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Something about July
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5:04 AM
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Labels: Musings
Saturday, July 04, 2009
I love Benny Goodman and it has nothing to do with this post.
I want to believe that there are people who can actually read profiles and lists.
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Michelle Chin
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12:29 PM
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Labels: Rantings
Friday, July 03, 2009
Everytime we say goodbye.
Sometimes, we make mistakes. Maybe I should overlook that factor and try to ignore it.
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Michelle Chin
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10:12 PM
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Labels: Emo
All over the place.
I feel like a vase. I am not a vase. But my arms, legs and body reminded me of one. I'm all over the place and I have a huge problem when it comes to writing. In this unfamiliarity and heated uncertainty, the almost natural act of word- maneuvering seemed near to impossible.
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Michelle Chin
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7:43 AM
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Labels: Food, Kuala Lumpur
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Bazaar.
Two boys. They could be somebody's brother. Both of them are barely fourteen. You could tell. The way they are dressed up. Both had black on. One had glasses with thick frames. The in-thing right now. But there was more. One had a cigarette. It could be Lucky Strikes or Lucky Sevens. Nobody really knows. See. Rings of smoke floating escaped those dark lips. The taste of freedom. It mars his innocence. The cigarette, yellow and white, sat in between fingers. It is as if its the hundredth time he has done it.
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Michelle Chin
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9:09 AM
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Labels: Writing
