Mi Casa Su Casa
by
Natasha R.
-
Rosa
Oh Rosa
One more week, please
Before you leave the kitchen scrubs
And the carpet rugs.
Rosa
Oh Rosa
Two more weeks, please
Before you drop the door handle
And the night candle.
Rosa
Oh Rosa
Three more weeks, please
Before you throw that bouquet
And shout that hooray.
Rosa
Oh Rosa
No more weeks, please
Just dance and laugh away
And we’ll meet another day.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Surprise Surpise
Into The Sky
by
Nat
These weren’t always
The things that mattered to us
Just falling
Freefalling
Looking for perfect timing
At the wrong moments
Nothing but steps back
Back to where we started
Tried so hard to run
Tried so hard to walk
Never seemed easy
Just gotta pull through
Deep breaths
Steady hands
The ones who kept me sane
With or without the cold
Waiting, still waiting
For something
To happen
Might there be hope for
The skies to light up
For you
Just you
Once, never again
Take anything in my way
Just hold on everyday
Wake up
Wake down
I’m still waiting.
For Jeremy.
by
Nat
These weren’t always
The things that mattered to us
Just falling
Freefalling
Looking for perfect timing
At the wrong moments
Nothing but steps back
Back to where we started
Tried so hard to run
Tried so hard to walk
Never seemed easy
Just gotta pull through
Deep breaths
Steady hands
The ones who kept me sane
With or without the cold
Waiting, still waiting
For something
To happen
Might there be hope for
The skies to light up
For you
Just you
Once, never again
Take anything in my way
Just hold on everyday
Wake up
Wake down
I’m still waiting.
For Jeremy.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
He Was A Legend
MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON
1958 - 2009
He was a great muscian.
The world mourns the loss of one of the most influential people of our time.
My regards.
Rest In Peace.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
So.... Livejournal, anyone?
roses-n-rain.livejournal.com
---> mah old LJ.
natstrife.livejournal.com
---> mah new LJ
add??
ktnxbai
nat
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Wrppd N Trmblng Vcs
School starts tomorrow, eh?
Are ya nervous? Areya?
NOPE.
I get ta see alllll my pals, my buddies, mah friends, mi amigos, muey muchachos.
I LOVE YOU ALL T'YEAAHH.
chu!
ttfn ritsuka aoyagi
Are ya nervous? Areya?
NOPE.
I get ta see alllll my pals, my buddies, mah friends, mi amigos, muey muchachos.
I LOVE YOU ALL T'YEAAHH.
chu!
ttfn ritsuka aoyagi
Saturday, June 13, 2009
CF Camp's Awesomenessssss PART ONE
~~~~:Bus Trip:~~~~
Came to school at around 12:30. There were probably four or five people there. So few. So, waited, then more people showed up... bla bla, THE BUS DRIVER WAS LATE! But then we went in, and it was COLD. Air conditioning is so nice. So we sat down, 45 minutes later we got there.
--xxFirst Dayxx--
Nur Lembah Pangsun in Hulu Langat, a rather lovely place. Very 'kampung style', me likes. So, we unloaded the luggage from the bus and stuffed it all in a small room beside the dormitories(yeah, did I mention DORMITORIES? Take that Campzilla) and went downstairs. The whole vicinity was quite cool, and fresh air... ahhh. A change from the hazy Subang air.
The hall was air conditioned too... hmm, I like this place a lot, hehe. We went in, there were some introductions, and we played some icebreakers to lighten up the mood. There were ten groups, ehem: Corazon, Kapoia, Cuore, Sydan, Zureh, Inima, Hart, Herz, Croi and Serce.
I was in Cuore, along with David, Alvin, Jeremy, Clara, Lemina, Wykeith and some other guy who never showed up for camp, Ezra something. My team-mates ARE THE COOLEST, you guys rock. :D BTW, Cuore is Italian for Heart. Actually, all the team names are Heart in different languages. Croi was Irish, and Kapoia was Brazilian(?) and Hart was Dutch. But Cuore was the best. :P
The Pastor's name was Les Lee. Cool name, eh? His two kids were SO FREAKING ADORABLE IENAPGOJAEPOAONSQUISHCAPSLOCK awww, Elicia and Eleon(?), I'm not very sure about the spelling, though. His wife was there too, and she was nice. During the message he used life situations to relate to the Bible verses and stuff, it was really inspiring. Then, the movie. DUN DUN DUNNN. Left Behind was a movie about groups of people all over the world being left behind.
So we went to the dorms, put our bags and stuff there, I got the last bed on the top corner next to the window connecting the next dorm. Went down and dinner, stuff like that la, and then the P&W, was before or after the movie(?) I can't remember. My sleep-logged brain is dizzy from remembering the events of the first day.
So, after getting out of the hall, I bought Maggi Mee and went emo-ing at Emo Corner 2 with Ken Jiu, Abigail, Benjamin and, uhh, Kim came for a while then left. We sat there until 12 oh clock, haha. :D
The bed was nice. I didn't take a bath the first day(eww) because it was too crowded. How crowded? Imagine thirteen cars bumper to bumper on a predestrian bridge. Mmhmm. Okay, maybe too much exaggeration.
^*^*Day Two*^*^
Woke up early enough. It was freezing, so I put on mah trusty combat jacket and slipped out of the dorms, booklet and cap in hand. Ohyea, forgot to mention that they gave these red booklets to us with names and groups and timetables and devotion thingys. Then, went to the hall to meet with my group. CUORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:D
Then was devotion, lalala, we talked about love and stuffies and then went for breakfast. Breakfast comprised of nasi lemak which was quite good in my opinion. We sat in groups, got to kno other a little more, talk a bit. Then, it was over to the hall, and we had P&W, which was totaly awesomely cool. xD
OH WOO JUNGLE TREKKKKKKKK-K-K-KING TODAY. It was , well, TOTALLY EXHAUSTIING but totally WORTH IT, like Jeremy said, "There'll definitely be something rewarding at the end." I was right behind him, and Damien was in front of him, and Elaine was behind me. It was a long and tiring walk/climb/hike up the mountain, and wet too. The rivers were cold and nice, but people kept freaking out about the leeches.
So, at the end, it was rewarding, because there was an amazing waterfall up at the top, where we all splashed around and played for a while. Some of them were sitting right at the base, soaked right to the bone. I wandered around the area, throwing water at people, haha. Clara gave me her bottle and I poured the water on the nearest person: Denzyl. xD
We all climbed back down the mountain, where it took faster to come down than to come up. Clovey was behind me this time, and when we got down to the road, we were joined by Tsu Tsen and Eric. He brought his little water gun, hehe. Then, came the group of Form 5's, and we all walked into the camp area, tired, thirsty, a little hungry and bruised up. Some people got injured, and bla.
I shall continue this in PART TWO of CF Camp's Awesomenessssss ktnxbai.
we are the cuores, ohyeaaaa
Came to school at around 12:30. There were probably four or five people there. So few. So, waited, then more people showed up... bla bla, THE BUS DRIVER WAS LATE! But then we went in, and it was COLD. Air conditioning is so nice. So we sat down, 45 minutes later we got there.
--xxFirst Dayxx--
Nur Lembah Pangsun in Hulu Langat, a rather lovely place. Very 'kampung style', me likes. So, we unloaded the luggage from the bus and stuffed it all in a small room beside the dormitories(yeah, did I mention DORMITORIES? Take that Campzilla) and went downstairs. The whole vicinity was quite cool, and fresh air... ahhh. A change from the hazy Subang air.
The hall was air conditioned too... hmm, I like this place a lot, hehe. We went in, there were some introductions, and we played some icebreakers to lighten up the mood. There were ten groups, ehem: Corazon, Kapoia, Cuore, Sydan, Zureh, Inima, Hart, Herz, Croi and Serce.
I was in Cuore, along with David, Alvin, Jeremy, Clara, Lemina, Wykeith and some other guy who never showed up for camp, Ezra something. My team-mates ARE THE COOLEST, you guys rock. :D BTW, Cuore is Italian for Heart. Actually, all the team names are Heart in different languages. Croi was Irish, and Kapoia was Brazilian(?) and Hart was Dutch. But Cuore was the best. :P
The Pastor's name was Les Lee. Cool name, eh? His two kids were SO FREAKING ADORABLE IENAPGOJAEPOAONSQUISHCAPSLOCK awww, Elicia and Eleon(?), I'm not very sure about the spelling, though. His wife was there too, and she was nice. During the message he used life situations to relate to the Bible verses and stuff, it was really inspiring. Then, the movie. DUN DUN DUNNN. Left Behind was a movie about groups of people all over the world being left behind.
So we went to the dorms, put our bags and stuff there, I got the last bed on the top corner next to the window connecting the next dorm. Went down and dinner, stuff like that la, and then the P&W, was before or after the movie(?) I can't remember. My sleep-logged brain is dizzy from remembering the events of the first day.
So, after getting out of the hall, I bought Maggi Mee and went emo-ing at Emo Corner 2 with Ken Jiu, Abigail, Benjamin and, uhh, Kim came for a while then left. We sat there until 12 oh clock, haha. :D
The bed was nice. I didn't take a bath the first day(eww) because it was too crowded. How crowded? Imagine thirteen cars bumper to bumper on a predestrian bridge. Mmhmm. Okay, maybe too much exaggeration.
^*^*Day Two*^*^
Woke up early enough. It was freezing, so I put on mah trusty combat jacket and slipped out of the dorms, booklet and cap in hand. Ohyea, forgot to mention that they gave these red booklets to us with names and groups and timetables and devotion thingys. Then, went to the hall to meet with my group. CUORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:D
Then was devotion, lalala, we talked about love and stuffies and then went for breakfast. Breakfast comprised of nasi lemak which was quite good in my opinion. We sat in groups, got to kno other a little more, talk a bit. Then, it was over to the hall, and we had P&W, which was totaly awesomely cool. xD
OH WOO JUNGLE TREKKKKKKKK-K-K-KING TODAY. It was , well, TOTALLY EXHAUSTIING but totally WORTH IT, like Jeremy said, "There'll definitely be something rewarding at the end." I was right behind him, and Damien was in front of him, and Elaine was behind me. It was a long and tiring walk/climb/hike up the mountain, and wet too. The rivers were cold and nice, but people kept freaking out about the leeches.
So, at the end, it was rewarding, because there was an amazing waterfall up at the top, where we all splashed around and played for a while. Some of them were sitting right at the base, soaked right to the bone. I wandered around the area, throwing water at people, haha. Clara gave me her bottle and I poured the water on the nearest person: Denzyl. xD
We all climbed back down the mountain, where it took faster to come down than to come up. Clovey was behind me this time, and when we got down to the road, we were joined by Tsu Tsen and Eric. He brought his little water gun, hehe. Then, came the group of Form 5's, and we all walked into the camp area, tired, thirsty, a little hungry and bruised up. Some people got injured, and bla.
I shall continue this in PART TWO of CF Camp's Awesomenessssss ktnxbai.
we are the cuores, ohyeaaaa
Ahhh.
Well, came back from CF Camp yesterday.
Since it's three oh clock in the mornin', I think I'll start the whole story tomorrow.
So, be patient, oh audience of... two.
D:
Nobody visits my blog.
It feels sad.
D':
Well, no need to be all depressive about it. Just a blog.
Adios.
ttfn neko-chan black-face :D
Since it's three oh clock in the mornin', I think I'll start the whole story tomorrow.
So, be patient, oh audience of... two.
D:
Nobody visits my blog.
It feels sad.
D':
Well, no need to be all depressive about it. Just a blog.
Adios.
ttfn neko-chan black-face :D
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Strife is BACK
So, I HAVE FINAL FANTASY VII & VIII THE GAMES AOITHAPTHPAETJHPAOETJHPAOHYPSOJHSJHSRJOPY094WU60492YKEYSMASHAOEIYHOPSEIHYPSJYSY'KSYSHJWRSR
THIS IS SOO COOOOOL
YEAH CLOUD STRIFEE
YEAH TIFAA
YEAH AERITHH
YEAH LEONN
YEAH ZACKK
YEAH CHOCOBO(bird with spiky featherzzz)
YEAHHHHHH
Bye, bye.
Off to play nowwwwz.
the class of 13
THIS IS SOO COOOOOL
YEAH CLOUD STRIFEE
YEAH TIFAA
YEAH AERITHH
YEAH LEONN
YEAH ZACKK
YEAH CHOCOBO(bird with spiky featherzzz)
YEAHHHHHH
Bye, bye.
Off to play nowwwwz.
the class of 13
Friday, June 5, 2009
World War One
So.
I wrote a poem after all these months.
Damned writer's block finally left.
So.
Read it and comment?
This took two whole days, you know.
~
World War I
Oh so wrong
They screamed
When he knelt on the floor
And cried his words.
The stains on the bed
Used to mean nothing
Once they faded
Everything he hated
He had become.
He says it's the envy
That makes him do it
But it never hurts anymore
When he lies to the generals
And the prisoners of war
For he knows it's all fake
He's a fake
Nothing less
Nothing more.
~-
Spent the holocaust
Crawled under a bed
Never took what they said
For long
It stung when we laughed
And healed when we cried
We never learned a damn thing.
I was wrong
The needle was used
When they strapped us to the chair
And whispered
Sweet unoticed words
That were like scrapnel
Blown from the frontlines
When the dawn awoke.
~-
What the war did
To our hearts and souls
Just empty
Empty in that way
When victims of accidents
Wake with retrograde amnesia.
Don't fight fire
Didn't your mama tell you
That matches are for adults
And flames for the dead.
When you called me your sweetheart
It meant nothing
He still stood outside the door
Hanging off your every word
And still?
Still
He never judged you for what
What a liar you became
Even so
Useless I was
Gripping a torn arm
And limping with a broken leg
Through the maze
Of smoke and haze alike
What favourite?
Favourite gun to reload
We're all just bullets.
~-
That chance
To put this at an end
Many things were exchanged
By apparitions floating by the bedside
Immortality
Means nothing
To one who's seen the mortal.
They stole it from my eyes
That lightI saw
When she smiled
Smile
In past tense
Always would be
Hello pretty angels
Can you save me?
~-
Punch me in the gut
Kick me in the back
Like a burn to the skin
Only the words get through
Sorry
If you wanted me to scream
And cry
I wasn't in the mood
Try again tomorrow.
~-
Damn tremors
I would be able to aim better
At those gun wielding teenagers
If not for the shaking
And well
We're still children
Children of sin
Sinners with closed eyes
And broken prayers
As we attempt to save all
All the horror that we've seen.
~-
He shot her
When she said she wouldn't stay
He shot him
When he said he would
Murderer
A common convictor of thieves
What a price to pay
For insanity.
They weren't on the list
They were
Sane enough
To stay on and destroy
The hopeless hearts that made us sick
And shivered through our bones
The list
Lists mean bad things.
~-
Don't make me leave
I want to see
When my little sister wakes up
From the infection around her brain
Or when my brother stands
After his legs became paralysed
By two cracks to his lower spine.
Mom won't know
If I hide
In the basement
You'll come get me when it's over
Won't you?
~-
It was for comfort
The words of kindness
Whispered with caution
There was no one else
A soldier gets lonely after months
Away from his home
And love
Empty fucks mean nothing
When they're from your comrades
Lying bedraggled in a pile of blankets
Huddling for warmth
At an old prison base.
~-
A day will come
When the unexplained will become
Unforgivable
But we'll still wait
Wait for the chimes
Of the grenades.
They steal the boys away to the dorms
And smother the girls in alleys
No one sees
No one cares
It's always been
It'll never change.
~-
Forever
I ran
They left me behind
You promised
You'd take me with you
Those empty beds made me see
Used like a doll
And thrown aside like one
When you forget meI hope
Anything will make you remember again
Guilt
Is an open wound
That nobody discovered how to close.
Wicked grins
Oh chains
Tombs are so fun
When you're banging on the coffin lid
Choking on memories.
~-
How many hearts you broke
When you left
How many souls you crushed
When you returned
How many times you fell
When they tripped you
You deserve every punishment
Thrown at you
Free?You thought so
Hey
Wake up
The military is for dogs
You?
You were always a cat person.
~-
My my
He's slowing us down
Right up the slopes
And blood-stained rivers
So Colonel Killjoy
What now?
Leave a man behind
Or carry on
Not a Major's job to decide
Is it?
~-
This could be the end of everything
Oh little bottles
How you drown my sorrows so easily
Halfway through the absinthe
And three quarters down the whiskey
Shot by shot
I keep forgetting
Was it because
Doing it for the people wasn't enough?
~-
Wake at midnight
Trembling glances
They struck again
Oh petty nightmares
In the midst of murders
They bring heart attacks and
Fires within the spirit
Of heavy hearts
And nonchalant guilt
Of knowing
What it means
To stay awake.
~-
Put down your bags
The reports are true
You're going home
How lucky are you
To see their faces
Once more again
Just try to remember
Remember this friend
The one who had your back
All through the fight
Who never said die
Never said no
Always stood by
Never let you go
Walk out of that door
With your head up high
Tell everyone he knew
He didn't deserve to die
Papers mean nothing
Ranks are fake
But in his eyes
That's what would take
To bring him down
May April June
July August September
November December January
February March.
March soldier
To the battlefield
And back
Home.
~-
Ah, wretched love
Your chains creak with knowing
And freedom of speech
Moreso absolution
Of a revolution appears
To give the sirens a new beginning
Of hatred towards redemption
And cheers to salvation
Joy oh joy
It rang in the streets
Genuine smiles
Undeniable laughter
How sweet the sound of merry-making
And the ending of
The things that imprisoned
Lives
And seekers for a better abstract
Heads for the dreams
And hearts for the sorrows
And all shall hear
The cries of children
Just
Once in a lifetime
Lived.
~-
End.
I wrote a poem after all these months.
Damned writer's block finally left.
So.
Read it and comment?
This took two whole days, you know.
~
World War I
Oh so wrong
They screamed
When he knelt on the floor
And cried his words.
The stains on the bed
Used to mean nothing
Once they faded
Everything he hated
He had become.
He says it's the envy
That makes him do it
But it never hurts anymore
When he lies to the generals
And the prisoners of war
For he knows it's all fake
He's a fake
Nothing less
Nothing more.
~-
Spent the holocaust
Crawled under a bed
Never took what they said
For long
It stung when we laughed
And healed when we cried
We never learned a damn thing.
I was wrong
The needle was used
When they strapped us to the chair
And whispered
Sweet unoticed words
That were like scrapnel
Blown from the frontlines
When the dawn awoke.
~-
What the war did
To our hearts and souls
Just empty
Empty in that way
When victims of accidents
Wake with retrograde amnesia.
Don't fight fire
Didn't your mama tell you
That matches are for adults
And flames for the dead.
When you called me your sweetheart
It meant nothing
He still stood outside the door
Hanging off your every word
And still?
Still
He never judged you for what
What a liar you became
Even so
Useless I was
Gripping a torn arm
And limping with a broken leg
Through the maze
Of smoke and haze alike
What favourite?
Favourite gun to reload
We're all just bullets.
~-
That chance
To put this at an end
Many things were exchanged
By apparitions floating by the bedside
Immortality
Means nothing
To one who's seen the mortal.
They stole it from my eyes
That lightI saw
When she smiled
Smile
In past tense
Always would be
Hello pretty angels
Can you save me?
~-
Punch me in the gut
Kick me in the back
Like a burn to the skin
Only the words get through
Sorry
If you wanted me to scream
And cry
I wasn't in the mood
Try again tomorrow.
~-
Damn tremors
I would be able to aim better
At those gun wielding teenagers
If not for the shaking
And well
We're still children
Children of sin
Sinners with closed eyes
And broken prayers
As we attempt to save all
All the horror that we've seen.
~-
He shot her
When she said she wouldn't stay
He shot him
When he said he would
Murderer
A common convictor of thieves
What a price to pay
For insanity.
They weren't on the list
They were
Sane enough
To stay on and destroy
The hopeless hearts that made us sick
And shivered through our bones
The list
Lists mean bad things.
~-
Don't make me leave
I want to see
When my little sister wakes up
From the infection around her brain
Or when my brother stands
After his legs became paralysed
By two cracks to his lower spine.
Mom won't know
If I hide
In the basement
You'll come get me when it's over
Won't you?
~-
It was for comfort
The words of kindness
Whispered with caution
There was no one else
A soldier gets lonely after months
Away from his home
And love
Empty fucks mean nothing
When they're from your comrades
Lying bedraggled in a pile of blankets
Huddling for warmth
At an old prison base.
~-
A day will come
When the unexplained will become
Unforgivable
But we'll still wait
Wait for the chimes
Of the grenades.
They steal the boys away to the dorms
And smother the girls in alleys
No one sees
No one cares
It's always been
It'll never change.
~-
Forever
I ran
They left me behind
You promised
You'd take me with you
Those empty beds made me see
Used like a doll
And thrown aside like one
When you forget meI hope
Anything will make you remember again
Guilt
Is an open wound
That nobody discovered how to close.
Wicked grins
Oh chains
Tombs are so fun
When you're banging on the coffin lid
Choking on memories.
~-
How many hearts you broke
When you left
How many souls you crushed
When you returned
How many times you fell
When they tripped you
You deserve every punishment
Thrown at you
Free?You thought so
Hey
Wake up
The military is for dogs
You?
You were always a cat person.
~-
My my
He's slowing us down
Right up the slopes
And blood-stained rivers
So Colonel Killjoy
What now?
Leave a man behind
Or carry on
Not a Major's job to decide
Is it?
~-
This could be the end of everything
Oh little bottles
How you drown my sorrows so easily
Halfway through the absinthe
And three quarters down the whiskey
Shot by shot
I keep forgetting
Was it because
Doing it for the people wasn't enough?
~-
Wake at midnight
Trembling glances
They struck again
Oh petty nightmares
In the midst of murders
They bring heart attacks and
Fires within the spirit
Of heavy hearts
And nonchalant guilt
Of knowing
What it means
To stay awake.
~-
Put down your bags
The reports are true
You're going home
How lucky are you
To see their faces
Once more again
Just try to remember
Remember this friend
The one who had your back
All through the fight
Who never said die
Never said no
Always stood by
Never let you go
Walk out of that door
With your head up high
Tell everyone he knew
He didn't deserve to die
Papers mean nothing
Ranks are fake
But in his eyes
That's what would take
To bring him down
May April June
July August September
November December January
February March.
March soldier
To the battlefield
And back
Home.
~-
Ah, wretched love
Your chains creak with knowing
And freedom of speech
Moreso absolution
Of a revolution appears
To give the sirens a new beginning
Of hatred towards redemption
And cheers to salvation
Joy oh joy
It rang in the streets
Genuine smiles
Undeniable laughter
How sweet the sound of merry-making
And the ending of
The things that imprisoned
Lives
And seekers for a better abstract
Heads for the dreams
And hearts for the sorrows
And all shall hear
The cries of children
Just
Once in a lifetime
Lived.
~-
End.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
WOAH YEAH BABEEHH
Three words.
NEW FUCKING CROSSOVER.
Thanks for the sudden disapearance, Writer's Block.
ONWARD, HARRY POTTER-FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST CROSSOVER FICTION!!!!!!!!
grindelvaldork tash
NEW FUCKING CROSSOVER.
Thanks for the sudden disapearance, Writer's Block.
ONWARD, HARRY POTTER-FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST CROSSOVER FICTION!!!!!!!!
grindelvaldork tash
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Once in a green day
I am throughly enjoying 21st Century Breakdown.
It's starting to grow on me, haha.
I absolutely love 21 Guns and Murder City AND I WILL SING IT IN MY SLEEP TAKE THAT FREAKAAAA.
OOh, Fanfiction, fanfiction.
I'm really starting to love the Fullmetal Alchmist ones.
Why?
xDDD
KABLAMMMM
POST FORTAYYYY
Peepsa kanoodle lola lolita meow.
ttfn
gee-mike
It's starting to grow on me, haha.
I absolutely love 21 Guns and Murder City AND I WILL SING IT IN MY SLEEP TAKE THAT FREAKAAAA.
OOh, Fanfiction, fanfiction.
I'm really starting to love the Fullmetal Alchmist ones.
Why?
xDDD
KABLAMMMM
POST FORTAYYYY
Peepsa kanoodle lola lolita meow.
ttfn
gee-mike
OMG OMG OMG
I WON AN AWARD ON INO!!!
WOOTS YEAH.
IT'S A LAME ENTRY, BUT ANYWAYS.
WHEEEE.
PICTURE CAPTION CONTEST YEAAAHH
LOLNESS
KTNXBAI
hagane no renkinjutsushi tasha
Somedays, I leave my heart in a whiskey glass
I am sooooooooooo bored.
Like, seriously.
Started writing poetry after another bad bout of "oh-nobody-loves-me-what-do-i-do-i-want-to-dieee" kind of moods.
IT'S FUCKING EPIC.
World War Two anyone?
I'll be posting it here, my Quizzila, and I'm thinking about putting it on INO.
AHHHH WHO CARES.
I REALLY FEEL LIKE TYPING THE REST OF THIS BLOG POST IN CAPS.
CAPPS IS MY QUIZZILA NAME.
UHUH.
I LOVE CHEESE.
DON'T YOU?
*SNIFF*
CHEEEEEEEEESEEEEE.
DRACHMA = FICTIONAL COUNTRY IN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST MANGA
DRACHMANS ARE SO MEAN.
LALALALALA
WARS ARE BAD, CHILDREN.
WHAT A COMPLETELY POINTLESS POST.
BTW: FIQ REACHED POST 53. WOOHOO.
I'M ONLY UP TO 37, PLUS THIS ONE.
= 38.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
THE END.
I LUV ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO TRY TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I WRITE.
LUFF.
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blog blog blog ttttttash bandit wayyy
Like, seriously.
Started writing poetry after another bad bout of "oh-nobody-loves-me-what-do-i-do-i-want-to-dieee" kind of moods.
IT'S FUCKING EPIC.
World War Two anyone?
I'll be posting it here, my Quizzila, and I'm thinking about putting it on INO.
AHHHH WHO CARES.
I REALLY FEEL LIKE TYPING THE REST OF THIS BLOG POST IN CAPS.
CAPPS IS MY QUIZZILA NAME.
UHUH.
I LOVE CHEESE.
DON'T YOU?
*SNIFF*
CHEEEEEEEEESEEEEE.
DRACHMA = FICTIONAL COUNTRY IN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST MANGA
DRACHMANS ARE SO MEAN.
LALALALALA
WARS ARE BAD, CHILDREN.
WHAT A COMPLETELY POINTLESS POST.
BTW: FIQ REACHED POST 53. WOOHOO.
I'M ONLY UP TO 37, PLUS THIS ONE.
= 38.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
THE END.
I LUV ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO TRY TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I WRITE.
LUFF.
<333333
blog blog blog ttttttash bandit wayyy
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