Thing you hate the most.

To face the fact

that doesn't goes according to what you wish for.

To face the truth

that there's nothing i can do about..

but being still.

And hear all the bad news,

about You.

No Love, this time..

Me.

ZARA Spring 2011 Campaign.

ZARA Spring 2011 Campaign.

I know its a bit late..

well..

maybe not a bit..

but heck!

love the campaign to death..

Crave for the look,

the style,

the model,

and yada yada...

Bisous,

C.

Move In.

Simply..

Need more lamps for my new apartment.. :)

And..

Some bricks, perhaps..

Bisous,

C.

I say, dramatic.

Valerija Kelava & Chloe Memisevic

by Craig McDean

For Interview

Supersize Me

Model: Valerija Kelava & Chloe Memisevic

Photographer: Craig McDean

Stylist: karl Temper

Bisous,

C.

Killer Eyes.

Anna Selezneva by Hedi Slimane

for Vogue Japan May 2011

Flaming The Passion.

Model: Anna Selezneva

Photographer: Hedi Slimane

Stylist: Mika Mizutani

Bisous,

C.

New Chapter of Life.

"Life is about letting go."

So what they said..

And so i could have my happiness..

by letting go..

"Don't look back on yesterday."

and so i've been told..

but what about the others..

that keep telling me not to change..

to be like what i used to..

to live in the past..

"people doesn't change, maybe you didn't know who they really are."

and so i've heard..

what happen with

"the only thing that doesn't change is the change itself."

people might notice a huge change in me..

but what if i feels the same..

"shout it out loud."

what if i don't know how to 'shout it'.

all i ever know is..

"silence is gold"

and so i keep everything to myself,

and me alone.

"you don't have to see the big picture, you just have to know what to do next."

what happen if what i'm doing is totally wrong..

but then..

what happen if i stay still..

i am wrong..

"i love you"

what's that mean again??

apparently,

it means nothing for some people..

or maybe..

it just some random word..

consist of odd alphabets..

Bisous,

Me.

Kinky Night.

Sleepover at Wynona's crib.

We're supposed to do the developing project,

BUT,

we're bitching out instead,

walk around the apartment,

play kinky,

and didn't work on the project anymore..

We're lost..

and this is what happens..

Basically we're showing off every chunky tubby fatty flabby we've had..

And dear Lord, I AM FAT!

Oh! Btw, who says i don't like being photographed?

Who says i can not be more narcism than others?

LOL

My Alibi: We were drunk.

Bisous,

C.