<!-- --><!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url (http://beta.blogger.com/css/navbar/classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> <body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/6471683190874026325?origin\x3dhttp://erstwhile-imperfection.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Friday, February 3, 2012 10:12 AM
Is this it?!

Venice is a small small place. Me and ash love went back to the train station from the hotel by walking. We were randomly walking btw. And it just made me LOL. Explored Venice abit and we went to buy the choc that my cousin said was naisee, currently it's just sitting on my table top. Then dinner at a place that only had us. Like a weird.
We planned to visit murano on the 2nd day, but it was sooo cold and snowing that we just walked around and went back to Milan earlier. But it was a good thing, cause we managed to visit doumo for awhile=]]

There are tons of idiotic pics, cause someone just refuse to cooperate. And still dare ask me why there isn't a proper photo.=# somewhere along the line you will realise, why I'm the only one looking at the cam while he's otherwise occupied. But He's so cute, you will still end up forgiving him for it isn't it?!

I'm somehow missing Venice already. I love the structure of the place, love the way it's snows when I wake up. Most importantly I love that it's you by my side.


*[[lenice]]*


i’m just who I am, who I suppose to be.
bold italic underline strike
it's so over.


February 2011
March 2011
April 2011
May 2011
June 2011
July 2011
August 2011
September 2011
January 2012
February 2012
March 2012
April 2012
May 2012
June 2012
July 2012
October 2012