Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Wow, I haven't written in a diary since like, fourth grade! Oh well, I guess I can find some time once in a while to write some crap in here, diary dear, you're my sole confidante now, so whoever is reading this and is NOT SIERRA CORDACE. fuck off kindly. Thankyou very much. mwa. - - - I don’t understand, really, I don’t. I’m going to be 18 soon, pretty much an adult really. I mean, those 18 year olds in Australia are counted as mature, fully grown human beings so why can't we be? Stupid America, get with the times already. This is the reason why my mother dearest just waved a big fat happy letter from Oxford stating that I have reassurance that my future is fully secured with their facilities. Freaking hell, she probably had some personal favors she could pull with the head of Oxford or some crazy shit like that. Knowing her, I wouldn’t put it past it. I can’t believe America let some crazy mental crackhead like my mother, the infamous Gemma Rose to look after an (almost) 18-year-old teenager. Just my luck. But why Oxford? Why some gloomy stick up their ass posh school like Oxford? This is crazy. Just because she’s got saggy boobs and her new boy toy husband seems to like me better. Serves her right for marrying a kid who can totally be her son. Wow, my own mom is a cougar. That’s just so disturbing. God. I still can’t believe I’m going to Oxford when I graduate Woodley. Like, I’ll have to totally get a Rolls Royce now, instead of my beautiful customized ballet pink hummer. And I’ll have to start wearing those god-awful trench coats that Burberry makes, even if Emma Watson totally looks adorable in them. But that’s just so British. So not me. Not Sierra. Totally NOT. Anyways, that playboy Aaron Lee got his fat ass splashed all over the tabloid covers again. That guy needs to learn to get some sense, what was it again? Something about getting together with little miss can do no wrong Swifty and then doing her best friend Miley Cyrus behind her back? Haven’t seen those girls in so long, all of them stuck up in happy L.A doing their crazy Mickey Mouse shit. I'm a little bit jealous of them actually. At least their moms keep their fake noses outta their shit, why cant my mum do the same? God, i just wanna HURT her so much right now. Pfft, well she can do her thing on me after I had my fun with her visa black. Hello Manolos, here I come. xxSi. Labels: Cordace
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010 @ 9:18 PM
Wow, I haven't written in a diary since like, fourth grade! Oh well, I guess I can find some time once in a while to write some crap in here, diary dear, you're my sole confidante now, so whoever is reading this and is NOT SIERRA CORDACE. fuck off kindly. Thankyou very much. mwa. - - - I don’t understand, really, I don’t. I’m going to be 18 soon, pretty much an adult really. I mean, those 18 year olds in Australia are counted as mature, fully grown human beings so why can't we be? Stupid America, get with the times already. This is the reason why my mother dearest just waved a big fat happy letter from Oxford stating that I have reassurance that my future is fully secured with their facilities. Freaking hell, she probably had some personal favors she could pull with the head of Oxford or some crazy shit like that. Knowing her, I wouldn’t put it past it. I can’t believe America let some crazy mental crackhead like my mother, the infamous Gemma Rose to look after an (almost) 18-year-old teenager. Just my luck. But why Oxford? Why some gloomy stick up their ass posh school like Oxford? This is crazy. Just because she’s got saggy boobs and her new boy toy husband seems to like me better. Serves her right for marrying a kid who can totally be her son. Wow, my own mom is a cougar. That’s just so disturbing. God. I still can’t believe I’m going to Oxford when I graduate Woodley. Like, I’ll have to totally get a Rolls Royce now, instead of my beautiful customized ballet pink hummer. And I’ll have to start wearing those god-awful trench coats that Burberry makes, even if Emma Watson totally looks adorable in them. But that’s just so British. So not me. Not Sierra. Totally NOT. Anyways, that playboy Aaron Lee got his fat ass splashed all over the tabloid covers again. That guy needs to learn to get some sense, what was it again? Something about getting together with little miss can do no wrong Swifty and then doing her best friend Miley Cyrus behind her back? Haven’t seen those girls in so long, all of them stuck up in happy L.A doing their crazy Mickey Mouse shit. I'm a little bit jealous of them actually. At least their moms keep their fake noses outta their shit, why cant my mum do the same? God, i just wanna HURT her so much right now. Pfft, well she can do her thing on me after I had my fun with her visa black. Hello Manolos, here I come. xxSi. Labels: Cordace
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sierra
drop that beat honey
history
18 years ago British supermodel Gemma Rose Darling met top tier photographer Nathaniel Cordacé at a Milan fashion week afterparty. She was a mere 19 years old, and he, 27. Both were successful in their respective industries, and an innocent love bloomed between the two. They were married on impulse on a beautiful sunny day in a quaint little Italian town where Nathan was born and they were happy for a year or two, a lifetime in the fashion industry. But soon enough the inevitable spoils of the high life took its toil on the couple. They divorced two years later and each went their own respective ways, albeit not on friendly terms.
The product of this union was a little girl born during one of the happier moments in their marriage. On the 11th of March, 1992, Sierra Cordacé came into the world. She was a sunny child, but she grew up way too fast. After her divorce with Nathaniel, Gemma Rose went back into the fashion industry and recreated her image as a catwalk siren. Through the course of 16 years, she remarried seven times- all to men with one thing in common: impossibly large bank accounts. Somehow or rather, the relationships always fizzled out with a messy divorce, leaving Gemma Rose with a solid chunk of her ex-husband's grand fortune and more than enough to satisfy her expensive tastes and leaving enough to fill up her own bank account nicely without the additional income of her modeling.
So in this manner Sierra grew up. Alternating between all that is glamorous in NYC and the quintessential high life in Italy, she took everything life threw at her in her stride. Currently, she is studying for her senior year at the prestigious Woodley East highschool in New York between constant parties and events, and boys. Of course.
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adelyna
sweet little girl
history
The 17 year old heiress of international company, Delights. Founded in 1888 by Elizabeth Ilene Wenshawe, the first store opened on Lexington Avenue New York. The confectionary store was an instant hit with the locals. It soon expanded across America and when technological advances permitted, the store took root in Europe, Australia, South America, and Asia. Delights has over 5000 specialty boutiques worldwide and many high-profile, licensed distributors.
Adelyna Lee was born in Sydney Australia, December 1st 1992 while her parents were on a business trip down under. Sydney still remains one of her favourite places in the world. Her mother, Isabelle Lee (neé Wenshawe) inherited the entire Delights Empire at the tender age of fifteen when Grandfather Charlie died of a sudden heart attack. Within the next five years, she graduated high school, finished her undergraduate studies at Boston University, took over the entire family business and married Matthew Lee, a successful businessman. Adelyna, or Lyna became the product of American and Chinese-Japanese backgrounds. She received her primary education in Asia, travelling between Shanghai and Kyoto. She attended high school in Australia for three years to strengthen her English before completing her secondary schooling in New York. She plans to attend university at some stage in the near future.
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