Wednesday, August 16, 2006
where is the love?
i just received a postcard of Il Cenacolo ( The Last Supper) by Leonardo Da Vinci from milano, italia. it is alot like buying love from across the continents, considering asking van to send me a postcard purely because i wanted to own an italia stamp. i thought she might just scream "hello" in block letters, signing off with xoxo - which is more likely to be my content given the situation. heh but she managed a proper note as i should expect. although i bought love, i didn't kill the excitement of receiving love. whee. where is your love? are you sending me your love too?on the same note, i bought love again, and yes, across seas and across continents.
a pair of handmade vintage earrings from the states. you have to see for yourself, the designer does really pretty artwork. free international shipping! tell me if you're interested, cos i'm!
----------
last sunday,
reminiscence of the glorious label-whoring days in the 90s - minus the block and bold armani exchange. it's funny how we wear these bold printed statement on our chests and not necessarily having any intentions of the same.
quentin's heavy metal- showcasing his ampleness and need for a tough underwired bra.
ike's hershey's milk chocolate - i'm sorry, but they are not flavoured.
trump's "your little princess is my little whore" - he never wore this tee to my house and i doubt he will.
that's her in the final countdown of the bo lo bun bet, if gorging the last bo lo bun on the table was worth the semi-free dimsum brunch. i always thought weizhi dresses with subtle charm. haha, let the adidas fool you not! how shameless is her advertorial statement!
interested parties can apply, i think she needs a sugar-daddy now.
fuck at 10:40 PM
