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02/09/2010 I’m back!

Sorry i was gone with the wind for a while there, truth be told i was in Queensland (more detailed) port Douglas which is about an hour’s drive form cairns (which i didn’t even know existed, joke’s on me right?) for the wedding of my father Enrico and brand spanking new step mother Louise, Photo’s and story’s will be up sooner than you can say, well anything really! I’ll quickly skip to the last day where mine and Elena’s fight was canceled! we got put up in this really wired hotel / resort and it took us about 15 minutes to walk to our room! then again we did pack everything in our wardrobe combined so we had to roll our suit cases up two flights of stares!

Enclosed is a photo of me at the airport reading harpy’s and drinking hot chocolate, until next time xo!

(vest from op-shop, stockings from Hong Kong, bag form centro’s and annoyed face form jetstar!

21/07/2010 old school, shoes

I told you i would post a post of my killer shoe’s, surprisingly look a million dollar’s with every outfit i can drum together, my mum looked at my like i was insane, Quote “when you went to a private school in Melbourne you used to cry because you had to wear’s those same shoe’s, now your buying them to wear out, you are insane” Un-quot, whatever, i think my mum mock’s my style secretly! i remember once i went opp shopping with her and she said that the only reason’s these clothes where here is because the people died wearing them, but mm how i love my some freshly dead clothes!

In other new’s my dad and step mum went to china today (they live in Hong Kong with my two little brothers) i asked them to get me million’s of pair’s of black stockings and stud’s, Before my sister’s rat got stuck in my bun and today i had the corner of Luke’s chicken sand-wedge (my second favorite wedge, a sausage roll some chocolate and beef curry for dinner minus the beef, in fact it’s quite spicy so i’m just eating the rice, rice is nice!

21/07/2010 Fashion relapse

Today i found out my most loved fashion designer, Luella  Bartley couldn’t afford to run the label spring 2010 collection (The most fascinating spring collection i have ever seen though my green eye’s) anymore so she had to stop designing and producing all of the collection, Now would not be such a big deal if i wasn’t planing to wear that brilliant black dress to my ball, but i was. I’m in fashion mourning! This dress is the essence of me (that and if i see one more discussing silk dress with a corset back and fat popping out of all opening’s i will vomit until next year, not hot, not hot at all, i’m sorry but it’s like “omg for the ball i’m going to paint myself a horrible shade of orange, stick some tacky false nail’s on, get some rank sliver heel’s get extension’s for one night and wearing silk! because no one’s done it before and i’m so original!” ) So now instead i’m going to make my own version of it! Maybe not to wear to the ball just yet, but to wear to Mitchell’s house on Sunday where i meet his aunt! Wish me luck!

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17/07/2010 a day in the life of elena and rachel

Last night we went to bed at about 1am with is early for us because we stay up late like stray cat’s almost every night we have sleepover’s and then emerge grumpy and  hungry crawling to the kitchen for coffee, But not this morning! This morning we woke up at 12:32am and walked to my laptop checked out around the net and did a little facebook “research” mean while my mother called us and told us to come to livingston to get some shoe’s for myself, so we got ready and ran out of the house, short’s in hand to sell to a friend who also gave us free muzzbuzz (thank you kate!)

Then we wondered aimlessly around the shop’s (or lack there of) trying to figure which of five shop’s my mother would be in, after we located her we went and got my old school school shoe’s (which i will post a photo of soon enough!) Then we went opp shopping and got off at the wrong stop, because elena was distracting me with her lame transperth sign rhyme.

Then we viciously hunted rack by rack hanger by hanger until we found some keep’s and nicky nacky’s, The most funny of all would have to be Elena’s acid wash denim jacket, hot from the front, not from the back, on account of the fact it has stitched into it “i love my beautiful cat’s” in bold red thread with two silhouette’s of black cat’s in between “i love my” and “beautiful cat’s” and bought the friend’s soundtrack for 99c, as we trekked back to the bus stop it began to be extremely cold and wet.

Once arriving at our place of being, we ran to subway on the account of the fact it was raining and we didn’t want to get wet even though we actually look like the most uncoordinated girl’s running ever seen alive! From subway i got, untoasted honey oat bread with chicken fillet, mozzarella lettuce heavy on the olive’s and ranch sauce! yummy, Elena got pretty much the same but 33243 times more vegetables and toasted and the cheese was a little more English than Italian, i had green tea elena had diet coke, these’s wankers were laughing at a poor kid with disability’s!

Then we went home and took the photo’s that you see posted above courtesy of Elena, look at her flickr if it’s the last thing you do! http://www.flickr.com/photos/38801492@N06/

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13/07/2010 love to hate

So i was about to write a quirky post on the trench coat fashion, and i did i got about half way with it, and then all of a sudden much like any normal female, words got me beat and i started to cry, now of coarse if i don’t explain myself i just look like some creepy wired 16 year old crying over mis-used trench coat’s, more or less their is a 96% chance you don’t care why i was crying but for all you 4% out their here go’s.

My mum has this boyfriend, who is nice when she is around, and when my mum goes out of town and he has to look after me it’s like his this completely different guy, he will  be rude to me, call me name’s, give me dirty look’s act like he is god’s gift and is actually just a fucking asshole (excuse my french) and of course when my mum’s around he treat’s me as if i am his own daughter and that flower’s emerge out of my ass. I am so sick of him, my mum’s out of town and he’s walking around ass in air acting like his the only king that has ever lived, hate is such a strong word, but i just cant help but hate his guts.

(above is a photo taken of myself (rachel dovadola) by mitchell page) xoxo

13/07/2010 welcome to our Blog!

(that is if i can ever find out how to use wordpress) I’d like to start of my telling stuff about myself and more stuff about my blog. My full name is Rachel lynette dovadola, i’m sixteen year’s old and in year 11 at Canning vale collage in Perth, Western Australia blah blah blah two interesting fact’s are that my father lives in hongkong and I’ve known my boyfriend for 11 years. Im going to try insect a photo of myself some how, All of my closest friends are into photography and take beautiful photo’s of which i am lucky to be in some, i make my own clothes and wear what i want when i want to.

Our blog is a cobination of both myself and my closet freind Jovana Zarac, We buy clothes change them and then re-sell them, nothing comes between us, hence the name  “bulletproof bitches” we are extremely upfront with what we think and call it how we see it. More or less this blog is like our baby, I’m the house wife and Jovana wear’s the tight black pants.

Love lot’s, Rachel xoxo.