things couldn't get any worst,
could they?

-those LIPSTICK traces
11:41 PM

diagnosed with post-mondy-blues,
it ain't something pleasant
& well-off

the usual monday-dreading syndrome
swept through every ounce,
of my skin-cell at 6.40
staggering up & crashing into those doors
of the o-so-close toilet
slumbered onto the bowl,
not even attempting to pee

sticking aye toothbrush up my gums,
splashing those o-so-useless water on my face,
sticking chalky-contacts into those withering wornout
eyeballs.

seriously,
this sucks.
cant wait for TGIF.

as usual had my,
dosage-o-desperate housesluts,
that made me o-so-cracked-up
on-a-monday
they've the finest,finest nonsense,
seriously

-those LIPSTICK traces
12:33 AM

ok, i know i'm nuts
i'm sppse to be so fast asleep,
snoozing on my pillow,
dreaming of hello pandas chasing me.
right now
as i've to slog my butt off to eldds tmr,
in the whee hours of my last day of,
ohh-mee-vacation.
& my eyelids
're that close to competely being glued on

on zee other feet,
but i just couldnt resist,
after i found out.
DUJUAN
aka cheena superbmodel's
doing louis vuitton advert.
like oohmah-undies.



oohlalas,
look at her purple delovely nails,
loves it you people.
& you better do.

-those LIPSTICK traces
1:47 AM

out-ing.




delovely summer vacation day!
my last free day o-the-month
morning was blasted w socialstudies-beh
that me&zane did so many hoohas,
& we're dreading the course so much,
we're pratically counting down the moments.

whereas,
some swines're fast asleep at home.

those social-elected teachers should quit their jobs,
to become professional bore-domers,
but of course,
my palan's gotah stay.
(:

zee girlfriends & moiself,
went over-the-moon

we snap mad-photos,
shop our butts off.
crash hair salons & shoe-shops
& of course
some kids kingdom and toys'rus

it was like a trip back down memory lane,
where childhood nightmares,
girlfriends outings
memiors start gushing right into your brain,
or so.

-those LIPSTICK traces
11:55 PM

the vagueness in my eyes,
no longer tear
the euphoria that were miles apart,
has gone further

it was you,
and only you,
that built things up so quickly
& tear them apart so rapidly

the torn-apart,
will never patched,
it's cold embrace
grasp on like a leash
its longing breath
worn me down to my knees,

if i ever make it,
i dropped on my knees
save me,
from me.

-those LIPSTICK traces
1:01 AM

frivolous desiores.

moi've some new craves,
for what else
but those bottoms that will accentuate
every part of femenine's aspect.

these heaven-sent chunky heels,
could look fairy-sent if worn the correct way.



& if worn the wrong way,
one would just look like
some so-last-season whore
with bad-painted toe nails,
serving beer in some coffeeshop.

drastic measure it does take,
to look lovely,
& if one does-it-well,



one'll look fresh out of,
this season's runway
& of course
with some modelelesqe finish.

-those LIPSTICK traces
2:47 AM

LEAVING ON A JET PLANE.



oh my delovely,
aye leaving on a jet plane
tmr to land of moi dreams,

land milano!
she has to prioritise,
and put some things on TOP-OF-THE-LIST
eg,
my second-hand heels/maryjanes

please be on the lookout,
for jimmy choos or chrisitain louboutin
(:



& she's gonah get me
victoria's secrets plastic bags!

& hilton MILAN
goodies smuggled from the room,
keeping our fingernails crossed,
that the staff would replenished PLENTIFUL.
(:

till then,
bon voyage,
girly,
may you be blessed,
with wonderful memiors,
& of course,
GYPSY-FREE!

-those LIPSTICK traces
1:43 AM