moved.

i have moved.

but i won’t delete this blog.

😀

clicky here! 😀

relink if you wish.

mm.

you know, sometimes, i just wish we were like others.

why haven’t i ever said anything about it before?

don’t know.

probably…

never will.

❤

innercity lover.

ello ello, so it’s that dreaded period where everyone starts falling sick and project deadlines loom dangerously over our heads, waiting to fall and hit us like the anchor always hits porky pig in ’em cartoons. sad, but true. all hell breaks loose once one member’s down.

btw, not really affecting my work effiency, but well. he’s sick. getting better, but sick. ):

oh, and i swear, i detest headaches. they consume my valuable, valuable time.

AAANYWHO, i found this on zeh net. i likey. so i post.

tmr 8 am. gah i hate having to rush to school on a day i have no classes. and so early too.

but oh well, that’s how it goes.

now, who ever said, “Your life will be happy and peaceful.”? I say, “weeeelll…mayb-no. not really.”

heh.

okie.

xxoxo.
waaaarmest regards & BIG bear hugs,
s.d.c (:

Know when you’re finished, and when you are, put down your pencil or your paintbrush down. All the rest is only life.

“Look for the picture inside the picture. It’s not always easy to see, but it’s always there. And if you miss it, you can miss the world.”
– Stephen King, Duma Key.

A promise’s a promise: I’ll hold on – but sweetheart, you’ve to help me.

(I'll) Keep holding on... 'Cause I know we'll make it through, we'll make it through.

I sat with Love upon a woodside well,
Leaning across the water, I and he;
Nor ever did he speak nor looked at me,
But touched his lute wherein was audible
The certain thing he had to tell:
Only our mirrored eyes met silently
In the low wave; and that sound came to be
The passionate voice I knew; and my tears fell.

“WILLOWWOOD”
– Dante Gabriel Rossetti