Sometimes stolen time can be so sweet.

Perfumes I L.I.K.E! =D

Viva La Juicy - I love the name. And it smells not bad. =]

Anna Sui Secret Wish - one of the first perfumes I've ever fallen in love with!

Pretty Nina - self-explanatory.

On The Beach - oh such a BEAUTIFUL PERFECT scent ^^

Nina - by Nina Ricci - love the scent!

Nina Precious Swarovski - never smelt it before, but it looks nice!

Anna Sui Dolly Girl - bought it but haven't opened it yet! Love the scent as well!

Night of Fancy - appears to be quite alluring!

Magic Romance - I love it as much as Secret Wish, esp. coz it's PINK!

Love by Nina Ricci - the perfume I want the MOST on this list. I love love love love love love love love love love love love love love it! =D

Haven't smelt this one either. Flight of Fancy.

DKNY Red Delicious - delicious!

DKNY Be Delicious Kisses - I think it was out for a limited period of time. But it's so pretty!

DKNY Be Delicious Fresh Blossom - need I say more?

Bonjour L'Amour! Et bien je l'aime!

Baby Doll Pom Poms Limited Edition - saw it at Discount Chemist. Love at first sight!

So anyway, there are heaps of different perfumes out there.. some that I've seen in the past that you can't really buy anymore.. some that are new.. and some that have just been there for a little while. This is the collection of fragrances I'm fond of - looks, brand, scent or whatever else! =D

And though I yearned only to be saturated by your love.
That which I find is only the shadowing of the present by sweetened memories.
And despite words upon words I have spoken.
Their meaning only fades away into ashes.

What does it matter anymore?
I am imprisoned in my misery.
Words upon words you gave me.
Yet they were but words that were never to be my reality.

I cannot fathom my existence.
Nor the existence of what I perceived to be.
Now I am incarcerated by doubt.
And further estranged from emancipation.

Who is there is save me?
Oh the times that I have cried out.
All for naught, for nothing.
And I am left with only my tears.

And why do I fall short of passion.
That which I offer in overwhelming plethora.
Though feel not impassioned.

And why do I fall short of the trance.
That which I cannot seem to conjure.
Seems to waver in its uncertainty.

And why do I commit such acts.
That which lacerate the conscience.
Superfluous in purpose, process and repercussions.

And now I feel such derision.
That which flounders all my efforts.
Cuts me silent in my path.

And attribute to the spinebill.
That which it desires sought freely.
Bring at last to me my sweetness.