tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36494398741443603942023-07-18T06:54:40.628+02:00LuLu Bubble's blogLuluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790106367257022187noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649439874144360394.post-2276636273924814722010-10-29T21:24:00.000+02:002010-10-29T21:24:12.335+02:004The reason why I've been gone for the past few days is quite simple. Well, there are two major reasons:<br />
1- In an effort to save me from drowning in dozens of various magazines that are just stacked around my room (actually, <em>stacked</em> is not the best word in this case. Magazines that are said to be <em>stacked</em> leave you to wonder off with an impression of something being clean. This is not intended here--- my room is a complete and utterly horrible mess!!!!), my parents suggested that I throw some away. After some harsh papercuts around my feet (ouch&ew.... but mainly ouch) I finally surrendered and said some heartbroken farewells with old Vogues, Elles, Figaro Madames, etc. etc.<br />
2- I was busy panicking for the essay I hadn't, and still haven't, written. Basically, you need to read a whole book to write it, and well, I kind of... um... left it in my locker for vacation. In other words, I'm doomed! Why does this happen to me?<br />
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Anyway, back to the magazines. I picked out some random ones that I really like, from my mega collection, and heeeere they are. *drumroll* <br />
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<img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss241/Thephotogeek/reading2.png" width="464" /></center>Luluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790106367257022187noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649439874144360394.post-72635101071003631552010-10-26T10:34:00.000+02:002010-10-26T10:34:07.624+02:003Ode (kind of) to colors.<br />
If you live where I do (any cold country really, in other words Scandinavia), you'll surely know right away what I'm talking about. The colors! In summer, its warm and colorful and happy, almost everything you could wish for, but then the days turn colder, and so do the people. Shops pack away those lovely turquoise bikinis, only to replace them with boring, old, dark gray sweaters and black puffy winter jackets. I'm not saying that some of them are not pretty and classy, but something original is getting harder and harder to come by. When you walk in the streets, everyone looks the same, and if you squint a little, they will eventually fade into a monotone, boring mass.<br />
I can't count the times I've wished stores started selling more original products, and colors, colors, <em>colors</em>! WHERE ARE THE FRIGGIN COLORS?? <br />
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Ohh, found them <3:<br />
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</center>Luluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790106367257022187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649439874144360394.post-80342139821192777592010-10-23T18:50:00.002+02:002010-10-23T19:19:49.144+02:002I was born with blonde hair, and have been taught to cherish it for the rest of my life-- no chemicals, no dye (its the same thing really), basically no nothing. Except, now that I'm a little older, I've started to ask myself <em>how bad can it really be</em>? Anyway, I'm thinking of chopping it brutally shoulder length, like this: <center><br />
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It would be something entirely different from my current long waves. I've been longing for something noticable and different for <strong>ages</strong>. <center><br />
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Ooh, don't you just love it? So unique and colorful and gives exactly the impression I'm looking for. <center><br />
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I'm defiinitely falling for <a href="http://www.thestylerookie.com/">Tavi</a>'s hair too, but I'm looking for something <em>even</em> stronger (*sigh of horror mingled with admiration from imaginary crowd*). <br />
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Ok, fine, enough for today, I'm starting to bore even myself out with these monotone descriptions of red hair and how badly I want it. I think as soonI get back to the city (from the countryside, where I'm spending my short vacation), I'm heading straight to <a href="http://www.sachajuan.com/">S</a>achajuan.Luluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790106367257022187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649439874144360394.post-31106191910165506912010-10-22T18:49:00.000+02:002010-10-22T18:49:36.317+02:001Well... I guess that now I'm officially one of those millions of girls who have started a fashion blog. Now, I'm not sure where this will get me, but its better than sitting in front of the TV and doing nothing all day long. Yes, I know what you are thinking, <em>instead of sitting in front of the TV, she spends her time behind her PC. Hah! </em>This is not exactly true, and let me tell you why. In my opinion, starting a decent blog brings great responsability, in other words, I will have to not only sit and write a blog, but also: take pics for it, put together outfits, spend hours shopping, readother's blogs, comment to get more readers, not be lame, etc. The list is long. <br />
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Now, first things first, maybe I should introduce myself? I'm a teenage girl who a little while ago fell in love with shoes and jewelry, and recently also with clothes. I'm a pretty complex person and I like to push myself to perfection with some things (like drawing), but not on other stuff (like math, a subject that I happen to hate above any other subject...). I may be somewhat awkward some days, and-- oh who, am I kidding, I'm weird and awkward all of the time. I guess thats what makes me so special: my personality. Like many other girls, I like designing clothes, but like most of them, I'm not always very good at it.<br />
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I guess thats all you need to know for right now.Luluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790106367257022187noreply@blogger.com0