Friday, December 24, 2010

It's sweet when somebody knows every single detail about you. Not because you constantly remind them, but because they pay attention ..

Kyle Catalan

Bro, you're mad.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Nadine Mary Hayward; Nadz :)


I'm never going to forget the first day you came to my primary school and pronounced better, butter. I won't ever forget how I was the first person to introduce you to strawberries and cherries :) I love your personality, talent and your love of life. I love that you are so open with me, and we can have conversations about anything for hours. You make me smile just being around me because you'll always be my little deany, my tiny dancer and my prostitute previously named 'Angel'. I love that all the concerts i've been to, have mainly been with you and how we can just jam in your room for hours. I love all of the songs you've written, i love when you play them for me, i try to sing along, and fail because i don't know them and then i have them stuck in my head for days. Talking about them now, i bet "Daddy" will get caught in my head now :P Nadz, you're beautiful and i love you ..

I don't know how many times i have waltzed into "Forever New" and tried on this dress. For some reason it fits perfectly at a size ten. Alot of things have been lately. However, my diet has not changed at all. I'm not complaining though, don't get me wrong, but this dress, this tight black dress which i think i have fallen inlove with needs me. I must have it, but at the price it is being sold for, i might take my time and get my polaroid camera or ipod classic first (Y)

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Getting personal?


This is my haven; my sanctuary. This room, even though it isn't PARTLY mine, is the place i go when i want to scream at the top of my lungs, make private phone calls with amazing people, listen to music at full blast and know that my neighbours can hear it through my open window, and just think. I love to think, usually i over analyse things and that causes all sorts of problems, but without thought and imagination, the world would have no soul, the people that live on this earth would be unbearably boring, and life would seem less beautiful. I love my bedroom, its the one place i can go, where i can truely be alone, and get away from the world. The one place