I miss my british friends.
Saturday, 23 August 2008
Friday, 22 August 2008
dear darling,
when will you find me?
sincerly
your bouquet of blues, mouse
xxx
sincerly
your bouquet of blues, mouse
xxx
(back in 2006..)
dress:a shop with no name
shoes: evisu
skirt:vintage
accesories: vintage
Thursday, 21 August 2008
6
walking down the street and a gay guy dressed in leather came up to me thinking i was 18. he said he was looking for a cool person to have a pampering on television on the RICHARD & JUDY SHOW i was sooooo happy. of course i couldnt do it.. - leaving for china on sunday- which was a shame but i felt very priveliged for him to pic me for a tv show. haha...
its funny how oppurtunities happen. and when im older and i have kids i can tell themof my glory days when a certain tv show called richard & judy was around (of course theyd be dead by then) and i almost went on it... life is strange. who knows what desicions could have been made and what changes they would have made. what would have happened if i DID go onthat show? what happens next for people like that?
anyways, now ive put that down (cus i will forget it for sure.)
bordom...
bedroom portraits:




its funny how oppurtunities happen. and when im older and i have kids i can tell themof my glory days when a certain tv show called richard & judy was around (of course theyd be dead by then) and i almost went on it... life is strange. who knows what desicions could have been made and what changes they would have made. what would have happened if i DID go onthat show? what happens next for people like that?
anyways, now ive put that down (cus i will forget it for sure.)
bordom...
bedroom portraits:
goodbye england
nihao china!
Sunday, 10 August 2008
Thursday, 7 August 2008
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mouse
15, british and living in shanghai ive always wanted a philosophy, but my teenage ignorance gets in the way.
i dont know what i should say, other than i am probably a lambant enigma of my former self.
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i dont know what i should say, other than i am probably a lambant enigma of my former self.
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