isst me or is the tagboard in the middle of the page????????

HEYYYY

PEOPLEEEEEEEEEee start blogging again!!

HELLO we are ALIVE! hahahahhahaa tomorrow s youzi's paaaarrtaaaayy WOOHOO!mooahahhahahahahahhaha

shld i ged silver birkis?? i lyk dem loootssss heeheeeee and tt diesel watch too heeheeheeee and tt brown flops heeheeheeheeeee

I'M A MATERIAL GIRL!

desire is what keeps us alive, i say xD

bLeahz. this hols has been a too short and hectic one. i miss everyone! where's everyone... lalalala/. =(

amazing

we are actually blogging here... after a long respite. ok.. shall put a nice poem here. kind of saddening, but still nice.

Sombody's Darling
- Marie Revenel La Coste

Into a ward of the whitewashed halls,
Where the dead and dying lay,
Wounded by bayonets, shells and balls,
Somebody's darling was borne one day.
Somebody's darling, so young and so brave,
Wearing yet on his pale sweet face,
Soon to be hid in the dust of the grave,
The lingering light of his boyhood's grace.


Matted and damp are the curls of gold
Kissing the snow of his fair young brow;
Pale are the lips of delicate mold,
Somebody's darling is dying now.
Back from his beautiful blue-veined brow,
Brush all the wndering waves of gold,
Cross his hands on his bosom now -
Somebody's darling is stiff and cold.


Kiss him once for somebody's sake,
Murmur a prayer soft and low;
One bright curl from his fair mates take -
They were somebody's pride, you know.
Somebody's hand has rested there:
Was it mother's, soft and white?
Or had the lips of a sister fair
Been baptized in their waves of light?


God knows best! He has somebody's love,
Somebody's heart enshrined him there,
Somebody's wafted his name above,
Night and morn, on the winds of prayer.
Somebody wept when he marched away,
Looking so handsome, brave and grand!
Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay,
Somebody clung to his parting hand.


Somebody's watching and waiting for him,
Yearning to hold him again to her heart;
And there he lies with his blue eyes dim,
And his similing, childlike lips apart.
Tenderly bury the fair young dead,
Pausing to drop on his grave a tear;
Carve on the wooden slab at his head,
Somebody's darling slumbers here.

=)

hahah i realized the pictures seem to be adding numbers!! hahah like first, there's three, then four, then five! ahh then the next one six rite. ghosssstttt... mwahhahha everyone study hard!!!

smile smile smile x)

heey girlies! the picture from david's phone. hahaha x)

yeah! there's ju!!! =) 

yay!