ello peeps!

i got a new baggie today!see!

aint it cute!

ahahahaha!

finally persuaded my mom and dad to lemme buy it!

after a longlonglong time =.=

im a bit weird so i have weird taste in bags

so

pardon me ;D

anyway today i went swimming with muscle ache

all i can say is.

ow.

then went to some teensy pizza shop for dinner

O:

the pizza ROCKS.

damndamndamndamn nice!

next time i shall bring people there!

its somewhere in buona vista

yeahhhh

hahaha

oh and i've got a REALLY NICE SONNET to let you guys xing1 shang3

here it is:

time does not bring relief; you all have lied

who told me time would ease me of my pain!

i miss him in the weeping of the rain;

i want him at the shrinking of the tide;

the old snows melt from every mountain-side.

and last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;

but last year's bitter loving must remain

heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide,

there are a hundred places where i fear

to go. -so with his memory they brim,

and entering with relief some quiet place

where never fell his foot or shone his face

i say, "there is no memory of him here!"

and so stand stricken, so remembering him.

by: EDNA ST VINCENT MILLAY

awwwww...

so nice right!

i found it in the book poems deep and dangerous

so niceeeee :D

okie! time to o2!

byeee!

ello peeps!

i got a new baggie today!see!

aint it cute!

ahahahaha!

finally persuaded my mom and dad to lemme buy it!

after a longlonglong time =.=

im a bit weird so i have weird taste in bags

so

pardon me ;D

anyway today i went swimming with muscle ache

all i can say is.

ow.

then went to some teensy pizza shop for dinner

O:

the pizza ROCKS.

damndamndamndamn nice!

next time i shall bring people there!

its somewhere in buona vista

yeahhhh

hahaha

oh and i've got a REALLY NICE SONNET to let you guys xing1 shang3

here it is:

time does not bring relief; you all have lied

who told me time would ease me of my pain!

i miss him in the weeping of the rain;

i want him at the shrinking of the tide;

the old snows melt from every mountain-side.

and last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;

but last year's bitter loving must remain

heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide,

there are a hundred places where i fear

to go. -so with his memory they brim,

and entering with relief some quiet place

where never fell his foot or shone his face

i say, "there is no memory of him here!"

and so stand stricken, so remembering him.

by: EDNA ST VINCENT MILLAY

awwwww...

so nice right!

i found it in the book poems deep and dangerous

so niceeeee :D

okie! time to o2!

byeee!