Tag: black
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[SINGAPORE] ASANOYA BOULANGERIE
I must confess: I’m a breadaholic. My favourite home appliance is my bread machine, and preferred choice of breakfast is always flour-based. So the pastry-maniac in me jumped for joy when I finally popped by Asanoya Bakery, and 81-year-old brand founded in Karuizawa Japan. The place is absolutely haven for all dough-lovers out there! With the abundance of seats…
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London Lovin’: Enroute Farringdon
Can anyone tell me where this place is? Was in a rush to meet a friend at Farringdon, and now I’m dying to know where this is! Could be somewhere near Hammersmith as I was in the area. Please let me know and you’ll get cupcakes from me, pinky swear 🙂 xoxo, Viktoria Jean
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5 Ways to Wear your Dr Martens: A LOOKBOOK compilation
1. Colour Block Clashin’ 2. Goth Preppy 3. Delicately Grungy 4. Aztec and Leather 5. Punk Denim
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London Lovin’: Dr Martens
Checked out the Dr Martens’ Store at Neal Street, Covent Garden They have an amazing array of vintage collection Dr Martens as well as the latest one-of-a-kinds (Dr Martens x Agyness Deyn) which aren’t even on sale anywhere else at the moment. Left happy with my 1460 Matte Black, after trying on tonnes of colours…
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Book Review: Waking Up Married
I received this book from Harlequin KISS in exchange for a review, and here it is! By Mira Lyn Kelly Date Published: January 22, 2013 Publisher: Harlequin KISS My Ratings: 7.2 / 10 “Life isn’t about getting everything you want the instant you want it. Some things are worth waiting for.” Additional Info: From USA…
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Travel-diary: Shooting at Top Gun, Houston
With the M4V7 rifle, loving every round of firing for the first time The range really has all possible equipment for a real great firing experience Am so gonna go back and try the machine guns!! Top Gun 5901 Beverlyhill St, Houston, TX
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a different sky
I can’t fight the sentiments flooding back alongside memories — simply by hearing a song, when my iPod’s on shuffle, it’s completely out of the blue — to think that out of 12-hundred songs, the one song that makes your heart clench has to play just as your mind’s too clear to be distracted. I…
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oo1 ✦ Dangerous Mind ✦
The night is long – shadows grow on my wall I’m calling out but no one’s home; Cause paranoia is the only friend I know Street lamps dimmed promptly at midnight, signalling the witching hours. A rented motorbike cruised along the Kan-Etsu expressway at a speed enough to give the common man a heart attack.…
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killer week
2 more days in this helluva week. By the end of it all, we can survive anything!… Goodbye long hair! For real this time.
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EXPOSED Dance Competition!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYQkicEsVw4 As our time together came to an end tonight, I’m blessed to be able to give my thanks to these awesome crew-mates for the fun, laughter and companionship as we worked hard for this show 🙂 *hugs*!!! The journey itself was amazing the end results a bonus. Thank you guys!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATcV3Wc-FiM xoxo, Jean
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12 February: ODD5!
EXPOSED DANCE COMPETITION 12 February, Tuesday 4 – 7 PM SINGAPORE EXPO HALL 6 Click here for the online voting via our video. And yes it’s on a Lunary New Year holiday so Happy Chinese New Year in advance!:) Live voting counts only on 12th of Feb… I guess, it’s all ending really soon! The…
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Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
AM SO GONNA MISS THIS LIGHT BROWN SHADE when I inevitably dye my hair chocolate brown/black. I can’t be a stewardess looking like this. Well, although black hair has gotta have its perks…
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before the street begins
“Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.” ― Shel Silverstein, from Where the Sidewalk…
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181. all we find are altars in decay
“Backward we traveled to reclaim the day Before we fell, like Icarus, undone; All we find are altars in decay And profane words scrawled black across the sun.” ― Sylvia Plath
Viktoria Jean 