She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

Okay. Im officially 18. Boo. I feel old.
Went out with the greys on mon to celebrate at fish&co the glasshouse. They just had to make me so embarrassed, i almost had to stand on a chair while they sang the birthday song. Thank goodness i was wearing a skirt. Yay, saved by the skirt.
Yes, but im touched, thanks lovelies. Although the pictures are on woon baboon's blog, but i shall just post some.

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