Seven a.m. and outside the colours are waking up too, soft still, melting into each other still, like one of those faded old photographs with the rounded corners.
Labels: Travel: Singapore
posted by stellou at 11:21 PM
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Seven a.m. and outside the colours are waking up too, soft still, melting into each other still, like one of those faded old photographs with the rounded corners.
Come fly with me
2 Comments:
i love how your 5-year-old self totally looks like you today. especially when you wear pigtails and the pink shirtdress. ok, maybe not. but i still say you look like yourself as a child.
and the bangs!!!! the BANGS!!!!! i think i need to grow out my hair again. and go for a fringe again. oh, if only norman would move to london. i like my girl hairdresser, but we LUV norman.
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