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christmas haul :) [December 25, 2009 | 02:53 PM] carvela studded flats. zara tweedish long coat. miss selfridge leather jacket with studded lapels. about 12 pairs of socks. lush bath goods aplenty. benefit make-up (two mineral eyeshadows, bad gal mascara, eye contour palette, lipstick, another eyeshadow, eye cream, tinted moisturiser, primer). bare escentuals mineral foundation and brush. laptop software. tartan scarf. 5 boxes of ferrero rocher. my annual 12 month vogue subscription. sephora shampoo, conditioner and body scrub. earrings. face masks, scrubs, moisturisers, eye creams, hair serums. berts bees gift set. ted baker goodies. new ghd straighteners. mighty boosh live dvd. mumford and sons album. hand-painted mug. i also managed to buy myself a small chanel classic flap bag in a metallic navy colour. it's fake as it has no serial number, but still has the chanel lining, real leather, embossed hardware, gold 'chanel' insde, etc. i'll update properly when i'm home, but needless to say, i'm very happy. building bridges, with everyone. Posted via LiveJournal.app.

[December 02, 2009 | 11:34 AM] Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing. -- SYLVIA PLATH.

[October 03, 2009 | 10:55 AM] I watched as the scenery burnt my eyes in a quizical blur. Old clock towers and cindered factories that looked as though they had been abandoned for decades. Deserted bridges stretched and curved over rivers moulded with dark green algi, and tall, handsome buildings stood impressively over fragile looking streets. Every now and then, this mortmain scenery was disected by yellowing grass and half-timbered buildings. The greying clouds seemed to swamp the tallest buildings, smothering them in a smoggy haze. An abandoned well lay overgrown in the midst of an empty field, flanked by trees battling the charcoal gusts of wind, leaning so far they appeared to be reaching for sone unobtainable object just further than their grip could reach. Faded churches snuggled themselves between great red-brick offices, seeming insignificant amongst the high-speed rush of the streets they faced. As I stared at the scenery running alongside the pounding train, I felt as though I was speeding, weightless, through these unknown places myself; barefoot, and unaware of the streaming gusts beating harshly into my face, I noticed every delicate point around me. I turned and revelled in the gently curling edges of the fields, the steep angles of the grey, stone towers which peered so sternly over cobbled paths and steel railings.

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