Now Playing: Good Intent by Kimbra (step into the dwelling of the liger's mouth, peer into the panic for a kick and swell)
#422: Today was the day my hair decided to throw a tantrum and not give a damn about my self esteem. I know I should have washed it yesterday but hair, like boys, horses and heels, need taming a little, a bit of breaking in.
#423: This morning I took one look at my bottle of foundation and just went 'Meh. Nah. Sorry.'
#424: Sugar rush!
#425: There's something very endearing about the way you brush against my shoulder with all the grace of an ox. Sends me off balance in more ways than one.
#426: Could I just be 'the girl who got the English award' and not 'the Asian who got the English award'? Please?
#427: You can see me, but you cannot touch me. I have everything you tried to take from me.
#428: It is so very nice to have a little kindness after an eternity of being pushed around
#429: I took one look at my red singlet in the laundry hamper and burst out laughing. That shirt, I swear, is magic...
#430: 'Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just...happy to see me?' (Mae West. Now that is a real woman.)
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