Okay, for real

This is the best one I have ever done. IF YOU DO THIS, DO NOT LOOK AT THE RESULTS FIRST.





1)There is a cube.

How big is the cube? The same height as I.

What is its color? What do you think about that color? All colors

How far away is it from you? Right in front of me.

Is it transparent? Can you see what is inside? No.. like, you can catch some blurry shadows, but you can't see exactly what is inside.

How big is the cube compared to the desert? What is the ratio? The desert goes on as far as the eye can see, but the cube is just a speck in the desert.



2) There is a ladder.
Is the ladder leaning on the cube? Yes.

What is the color of the ladder? What is it made of? It is a reddish brown made of stained maple.

What impression does it give you? It isn't in use, but it could be at any moment.

What is the distance between the cube and the ladder? Err, it's leaning on the cube... so directly touching the cube.

3) There is a horse.
What is the distance between the cube and the horse? about a dozen feet.

What is the color of the horse? Dark chestnut brown.

What impression does it give you? It's positively beautiful and powerful.

Is it tied? Is there a saddle? No and no. Haha. It is standing in front of a post where it could be tied, but it is not.

4) There is a storm.What is the distance between the storm and the cube. It is on the horizon where you can see the lightning strikes, but just barely.

Is it a big storm or a small storm?It's big.

Is it passing by or staying? It's going to go near me, but not over-head.

5) There is a flower/ there are flowers.
How many flowers are there? a few dozen.

Where is/are the flower/s? Inside the cube.

What is the color of the flower/s?A deep deep red.

How do you feel about the flower/s? they are beautiful but not accessable.





Answers:Cube : The cube represents yourself. How you think about the cube reflects how you think about yourself. For example, you may think the cube is made of yellow stones. Yellow may give you a feeling of warmth and stone may give you a feeling of strength. Then, it means that you believe that you are a strong and warm person. The distance between you and the cube reflects your understanding about yourself. If the cube is far away, then it means that you do not feel close to your inner self. If the cube is transparent, that means you let people see through you. People can read your mind easily. The ratio of the cube to the desert is how you think about yourself in this world. The bigger the ratio, the bigger your ego is. A small ratio means that you recognize that you are just one part of this world and there are many other things out there beside you.

Ladder : The ladder represents your friends. If the ladder is leaning against the cube, then it means that your friends depend on you. If the ladder is supporting the cube, that means you depend on your friends. The distance between the ladder and the cube indicates if you feel close to your friends or not. Again, how you feel about the ladder reflects how you feel about your friends (e.g.. what you feel about the color of the ladder and the material it is made of).

Horse : The horse is your lover. If the horse is close to the cube, then it means that you are close to your lover. If the horse is tied or has a saddle on it, then it means that you like to control your lover. As before, the impression of the horse reflects the impression you have of your lover.

Storm : The storm is the obstacle in your life. If the storm is close to the cube/ stationary, then you are always experiencing hardship in your life. If the storm is small, then it means the obstacle in your life is quite small.

Flower/s : The flower represents your offspring/ If the flower is close to the cube, that means you are close to your children. Again, what you feel about the flower indicates the feelings you have towards your children.

Brittany's Birfdayy!

The last two days have been spectacular. =] Gabe and I talked and are at an understanding... granted he still doesn't like Nate, but, oh well. He has been super sweet.. I think I scared him by using the phrase, "We need to talk." hah. Those who know Gabe will be shocked when I state this: he has opened doors for me [plural], asks if it is okay to make racy comments around my room-mates, and he will admit that I am right about something. That last one almost NEVER happened before. Dang ego. =]

Rest assured that with a heart that's pure, we'll be victorious, and not let our hate get the best of us. -Set Your Goals.

I wicked miss the Eastern music scene. =[

I'm writing a paper about JT for English class. Well, not about JT so much, but about what JT taught me. It's strange how someone you don't know can make such an impression in your life. I'll think about putting it in my blog; I like posting my papers in my blog. HA.

I have to clean and go to bed. =[ Class at nine am.. American Foundations... snooooze.. then Science, which is a wicked hard class, then Math. And on top of all that I have a Math QUIZ and Gabe's hockey game to attend. HOORAY. Then studying all weekend for an American Foundations test and a Science test. UGH.

Don't assume anything:

I'm venting.



I don't like when you judge me. This includes judging my friends. Sarai was not, nor ever will be, flirting with me. I don't like when you judge that since I am a girl I can't do ...... [insert something here.] Just because I want to be a house-wife and a mom doesn't mean that that is all I am good for.



Respect me, please. I'm nice and I'm forgiving, but don't take advantage of that. I don't talk about my exes in front of you; I don't want to hear about yours. I don't tell you how hott guys on campus are; I don't want to know who you think is attractive on campus.



Trust me. I don't feel like you trust me completely. In order for this to work, you need to trust me. I know I broke your trust once, but I promised you I wouldn't do it again. People all around me want me to break your trust. I don't do well with peer pressure, but I care enough NOT to do that to you. You think I am about to run off with some RM who wants to be married next month? I would hope that you would know me a little better than that, for real. He is my friend. The end.



The future. I want to know if this is for real. Am I for real. What do I mean to you? Am I a fling before your mission so that you can go to wherever you go and say "yeah, I had a relationship that I left. She is my best friend now. Maybe she'll get married while I am on my mission." I hope you know how much that does hurt already. You said you don't want to think about the future or make plans for the future because you don't want to hurt me? Saying THAT hurts me. You think of me as a temporary thing. Again? I want to know if I'm wasting time on you.



Bossiness. I don't deserve to be bossed around. I am my own person who can think for myself. I am my own boss. Sounds childish to say it like that, but it is childish to boss around a girl. Treat me like your girlfriend, not like some ho. I don't like how things are up to you. I am in this relationship, too. That means fifty, fifty. Sound familiar? Sometimes I will want things different than what you want... so, figure out what I want... Don't demand things from me.



I love you, so completely, and I want to work things out, for real. But, don't take advantage of who I am and how forgiving I am, because I am tired of guys taking advantage of how nice I am; taking advantage of how much of a pushover I can be. I don't want to be mean, but I want to defend myself. I want to be able to say "I am Cat, and this is who I am, how I am, and how you will treat me." You and I have a lot in common, that much is true. I love you, I love your personality, I love your talents, I love your quirks, I love your laugh, I love your smile, I love the twinkle in your eyes, I love your patience when you try to explain fallacies to me... again, I love your randomness. It's up to you now, babe. Here are the conditions, here are the questions. You know what I need and now, it's up to you.

Home-ness

Used. That is what I am. Used goods.



I'm the person who does as she is told, even if it is by inferior beings.


I put other's needs in front of mine own. I don't know if this is selflessness or stupidness.




It's taking a toll on me, my health and my grades.


I live with a perfectionist who is upset over a 96 on a test and project...

I'm getting 85's in like, all my classes. If she keeps whining, I may resent her.




I will be a housewife. No, this is not resignation. I want to be the woman who helps her family. I'm a people-pleaser by nature, so I want to stay home to please my family, and to provide a good enviornment for my future children to grow up in.

I am your own Pandora.

I'm so depressed... and I don't really know what to do about it. Everything is going right, but it still ends up wrong. I dropped a class, so I should be feeling more at ease, but I'm still wicked stressed about it. Yes, this is me complaining.

A dying withering tree alone in a field. What symbolism. What truth. Empty and decaying with overcast skies hovering overhead.

I am futile. I am a negative affect on him. I am not helping him, in fact, I am reversing any positive advances he had. I am Pandora.

"Pandora, I don't know how you charmed your way into my heart and I don't know how you snuck your way into my arms, but I know that I'll regret what I did and I know I'll regret it forever as I throw my life away, Pandora."

I dislike flying a smidge... so I attempted to sleep... and failed. Cloud cover was obstructing my view completely, so I had no idea where I was. So, I read my book and listened to my life saver, my iPod. Finally, when the cloud cover dispersed, this is what I saw.

It is completely gorgeous. I can't stand how amazing it is out here.



I just miss the ocean.


And the air is so thin here. I can hardly breathe.

Adrenaline

I love snow storms and the fact that we've gotten 20 inches in about three days. This is on top of the ice storm we had maybe two weeks ago? This winter is off to a marvelous start. But what I love the most about snow storms is driving in the snow. However, the whole preparing to go out in the snow is not the most spectacular part. Brushing off the car, warming up the car, shoveling out the car. Not my favorite thing to do. And if you ever get to be passenger to my snow-driving, you'd insist that I despise driving in the snow. I yell at slow drivers doing 15 miles an hour. I yell at my car for fish-tailing so easily. I just yell. I love going fast in the snow. And by fast I completely mean 40 miles an hour. I love it when the roads aren't plowed. I LOVE fish-tailing when I plan to fish-tail. I love the thrill of knowing I am in control of a car in crazy conditions. I also, oddly enough, love knowing that one bad move could land me in a ditch, or maybe even worse. But where is the fun if there is no danger? Love means so much more if you know that it could end at any time. Life means so much more if you know it could end at any time. Why bother surviving when you could be living? Living doesn't mean living life with constant stupidity, just, take a chance, do something no one would expect of you. Live. Dream. Believe.

Live always.
Dream always.
Believe always.

Monty Pythonnn!

So, let me just say, I'm going to freakin' miss Bex [thesex] like, you have NO idea. She is the voice in the back of my head; my voice of reason.. and it's pretty flippin' weird sometimes. Like, I'll ask questions that aren't mine just because I know she has that question... yep. Strange. She's mah soul sistah.

Haha, went shopping with Ashlee todayyy.
I feel so bad for that girl. She seriously gets scarred for life every time she is around Becca and I. Becca and I... we have no conversation boundaries... and Ashlee.... she hears all that Bex and I talk about. HAHA. Probably way more than she ever wanted to know. So, Ashleeee, this is our apology. :P






And again,
NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETLY DIFFERENT!

lolerskates, roflcopter

I love reading old posts;
it makes me realize how pathetic I can be.
And, it makes me realize that I care too much...
about stupid idiotic boys who always try to wreak crazy havoc.
I think I'm going to start caring less. :P

EDIT:
I'm done caring about guys who are ridiculous.
Like, the ones who are so demeaning.. the ones who go "you have a HUUUGE zit forming" then the next day go "what are you going to do with that zit of yours?!" then the day after that say "you know, I'd get rid of that if I were you.."

Do you have any idea what its like to have a guy who says "will you please remove your makeup? I can't stand it!" and when you do, he goes "oh, THERE'S CAT, I was wondering where she was! She is so beautiful without the makeup."

And now for something completely different:
[this is why I love potatoes so much]

Revenge of sense?

Is this your revenge?!
Slander?
Make my future family to say:
"Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?"
[Pride and Prejudice]



You're insufferable.

antidisestablishmentarianism

DISCLAIMERS:
If you haven't read ALL the Twilight books and care to, there may be a chance that this may contain some spoilers, consider yourself warned.

If you are an avid fangirl of Twilight, some material may not be appropriate and may be terribly offensive. Such claims are not mine. Credit is given where credit is deserved.





I find those who obsess amusing. They devote their lives to something so pitiful.
Its ONE thing to obsess over a series of books, but its another thing to obsess over your HATRED of a book series.

If you don't like it, don't bother.

Nope, not good enough for some people. They have to openly join facebook groups to BASH authors and their work. Then they persist on bashing the characters created..

patheticccc

Examples? I am abounding in examples.


The Pro-Twilight obsessions are some of my faves.
Lets start with: www. hisgoldeneyes. com... yes.
Okay, so its NOT that shabby. There's a section devoted to blood drives, something Carlisle would be proud of, allegedly.

Someone from Venezuela wrote on a Bella fanpage: "I love you Bella!!
Bite me now!" and there are many other shouts of love, which just amuse me.


Of higher content are the ANTI Twilight pages.
On one anti-Twilight page, they are really grasping for reasons and blowing things WAYY out of proportion when they wrote this:

"For all that despise that creepy controlling vampire by the name of Edward Cullen or just Twilight in general.

Edward:

1. I will creepily watch Bella as she sleeps and eats cause that's what ALL the cool kids do....

2. I control my Bella and don't let her do what she wants...even though she is pathetically stupid. Oh, was "my Bella" possessively sexist? Yes. Because it's in the book folks, no denying it.

3. SHE CAN'T SEE HER BEST FRIEND CAUSE I IS JEALOUS

4. I'm extremely handsome. And the terms "marble cold body and melting topaz eyes" haven't been used enough.

5. We talk about the most boring shit, like me killing her. And then me asking her out. And then me warning her. But then asking her out again.

6. I like Bella because of: ...her smell and..and..yea there isn't anything else is there?

7. Left Bella and made her depressed for like half the book. Who even wants to read about that?

8. Be more of a serious sally please.

9. I'M AN OLD MAN PREYING ON A YOUNG GIRL
Oh wait what? Definition? Pedophile. There we go.
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Bella:

1. ZOMG MI FAVURITE CULOR IZ TEH BROWNZ CUZ ITS BORINGS LYKE ME

2. I hate my dad even though he lovingly sacrificed his daily life to let in a pubescent, hormonal, moody teenage girl.

3. Everyone wants to be friends with me but I don't want to be friends with them cause I like wallowing in my own sadness

4. I do exactly the opposite of everything I'm told to do cause I know that way I'll almost die and Edward will have to come save me... again.

5. I trip on everything cause I know it makes teh boyz like me

6. I get mad at the boy who almost killed me when he tries to apologize

7. I think Renesmee is a good name

8. I think Renesmee is a pronouncable name

9. I likez the sex

10. I made out with my daughter's boyfriend... won't THAT be an interesting bedtime story

11. I have no appreciation for sex jokes.

12. I think its sexy when boys tell me they want to kill me

Twilight sucks. Times infinity.
Please feel free to add more reasons to the list.
______________________________
TWILIGHT AND THE VALUES IT TEACHES:

1. Controlling boyfriends are okay, if they are hot.
2. True love can be defined through hot boys and great smelling chicks.
3. Making boys save you from all your problems is the right path to becoming a good and independent individual.
4. Girls are all weak and need boys to come save them.
5. Give up all of your dreams and goals (even if that DOES mean reading Wuthering Heights over and over) for a boy.
6. Be mean to your dad.
7. The Chief of Police is stupid and won’t be able to tell you are sneaking a boy into your room. So do it.
8. Women are meant to be in the kitchen, because cooking it the only thing Bella knows how to do.
9. Making out with your daughter’s bf is okay.
10. Making out with someone else when you are engaged is also okay.
11. Name your child Renesme and you won’t regret it.
12. Refuse to have any friends at school because they aren’t good enough for you anyway.
13. Killing yourself is okay, as long as it's in the name of love.
14. Date Edward Cullen. And then you too can marry him and have a crazy half-vampire kid that doesn't exist. "

Also on that page:
Lovely Torie Jee

The Twilight Series: Edward Cullen is a shitty character that has absolutely no flaws whatsoever. That, my friend, is called shitty writing. Jacob Black is a hairy little weirdo that tries to act all bad-ass and Bella is a shallow, dim-witted girl whose entire world revolves around boys. She so called "loves" Edward for no other reason than he's hot. Oh wow, she smells like "strawberries" and "freesia" and he's afraid to hurt her cause he's a vampire! Boo hoo! So what? Is that it? Dear Lord, I dedicated a whole paragraph to my utter hatred for Twilight. Shit. I bet I'm going to be mobbed by a bunch of fangirls now screaming "NO I HATE U I LUV EDWARD CULLEN! I AM MRS. EDWARD CULLEN." Whatever. Go read your precious "Breaking Dawn" book in your corner, you stupid emo girl. Good luck finding your own immortal pretty boy that sparkles in the sunlight like a pansy or have fun searching for a hairy underage wannabe bamf that is all sweaty and disgusting. I hope he sweats all over you. Anyway, whatever you fancy, just go away already. I'm sick of hearing all this acclaim for a shitty book. It's called a plot, Stephenie Meyers. Maybe you should write one. "
[http://www. facebook. com/group. php?gid=68651885456&ref=nf]

There is such a thing as an opinion and the freedom to express it, but for pete's sake people, there is a difference between bashing and stating an opinion.

And, someone even went so far in his hate-dom of the series to re-write Breaking Dawn as he saw it. http://breakingdawnparody. blogspot. com/

Although it is freakin' hilarious.


ME? Oh, I love the series. I love how intertwined the plot is, although, the end of the series is, of course, a semi let down, as most series enders are [allusion to Harry Potter]. As for the claims of Edward's obsessiveness and controlling nature, think merely of the time he was brought up in and think also of how forgiving he is of this nature and allows Bella to do as she pleases, even when she is keeping secrets from him [Breaking Dawn, J Jenks] and he cared enough about her and TRUSTED her enough to not pry.

Anyway, that was my rant about how stupid it is to obsess over negative things, which is a waste of time. Don't bash authors. If you feel you could write a better book, don't waste your time tearing other author's works apart, write your own damn book.










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On a different note:
I've been contemplating what I want to do with my life,
career-wise that is,
and I know I want to do something involving English,
sobeit writing, editing, reading, teaching, etc,
ANYTHING to do with the language.
Maybe I could teach English as a second language,
if I can master a different language such as Spanish that is.
However, I don't want to do some dry boring drab writings where I just drone on and on about something asinine
such as:
National Debt,
Mating rituals of penguins,
How to properly assemble a book shelf,
How to shift a car,
What the square root of Pi REALLY is,
How badly the economy sucks,
My life biography, [unless I just use instances in my life as motivation for a fictional story],
The proper use and function of the abbreviation of "etc." and how ect. is a lame misspelling of the perfect Latin,
How spell check makes us all lazy buffoons, myself including considering I didn't know which vowel to use in that primate's name.
How pathetic this generation TRULY is.

Instead I'd LOVE to write philosophical pieces explaining the different minute idiotic mindsets of human teenagers.
Categorizations of the teenaged primates of America.
How America sucks in comparison to other nations that are as respected as we are without being masochistic morons about it.
How other countries suck in comparison to America.
Why we should flee this country with any dignity we have left before the Stock Market crashes... again,
BECAUSE WE CAN'T LEARN FROM PREVIOUS MISTAKES WE MAKE,
Unless Obama actually does all that he promised,
excluding that whole walking on water business.
I'd like to write one coherent fictional book,
a few short stories,
and I would love to reveal truths.
I find myself already doing such when popular myths and conspiracies are posted on Myspace and such by finding the fact in it all and posting MY version of what is going on.
Not to mention I never miss an opportunity to inform people via Myspace that general society is being immature as exhibited above with my attack on the anti-Twilighters.


Question:
Is it coincidence that ever since Obama was elected President the stock market is doing better?

Answer:
I hope not.



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And now for something completely different:



Circa May '07
Haha. I met him when he had that beard. =P





July '07
Youth Conference. Its when we got to know each other a smidge better.



June '08
Senior Banquet.
I look terrible in this picture, but I love it nonetheless,
because, mostly, it shows how seriously he takes me,
how seriously I WANT to be taken.
I'm young, and I don't necissarily want to take everything seriously.
I'm carefree.
He said "take a picture of us!" I, not fond of cameras, grimaced but acquiesced, turned my camera away from my gorgeous friends for a moment and stared down the lens of my camera. When I began to press down the button he turned his head away from the camera and began to tell me he loved me. Thats what it takes for me to smile unabashed in a picture.
A picture says a thousand words, but I have one thousand more to say on top of that.


He and I have changed so much over the last year. We're best friends and that will never change,
but I feel we are so much more.
Inseperable even.
A part of me is away from me.. Miles and miles away. Days away.
I spent so long trying to fill a void before the void was completely created,
but I realized that only one person could fix that void...
the one who created it.
As Bella-esque that sounds, its the plain and simple truth.




I know that I've made some mistakes and that I've screwed up a whole lot of things...
but is it too late to say 'sorry'?
Because I am;
I am sorry.



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"this is how liberty dies;
with thunderous applause"
-Padme; Star Wars ep. III

One Star

Like winter in July.

What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
~ by Ralph Waldo Emerson


I have found men who didn't know how to kiss.
I've always found time to teach them.
~ by Mae West ~




She lives only in winter
Even under summer’s sun
She’s just re-living moments
When she thought he was the one
-Author unknown


When love comes so strong there's no right or wrong.
Your love is your life.
[West Side Story]


"O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Over men’s noses as they lie asleep;
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.
Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider’s web,
The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams,
Her whip of cricket’s bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little worm
Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid;
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;
O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on court’sies straight,
O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees,
O’er ladies ‘ lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail
Tickling a parson’s nose as a’ lies asleep,
Then dreams, he of another benefice:
Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plaits the manes of horses in the night,
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is she—"
[Mercutio, Romeo + Juliet, William Shakespeare]


Get outta this place while we still have time.


My life feels like this:

put me back together?


Is this my blog on love or life?
Or is it both?
I don't know where I am standing any more.
So, I'm waiting...
putting together my puzzle;
figuring things out.

But, I take comfort in the fact that if I stand absolutely, positively still...
I can watch the stars move.

Where ever you are,
where ever I am,
the stars still spell our our names.

Lyfe lyke whoa.

So, this feeling of life just hurtling forward at you? Yes, I'm familiar. Trying to align my upcoming life at college by getting my loans organized, my plane ticket found and yadda yadda yadda. Very stressful.



Dad just had double bypass surgery. Just got home. Just got strange here.



In other news, politics SUCK AT LIFE.
Palin is a nimrod.
McCain is stupid for choosing her.
Tina Fey makes a better VP than Sarah Palin.

OH and I watched 3940839 repeats from Project Runway and I STILL love Christian.


<3



IK HOUD VAN U! =]

Madina Lake

I'm fully convinced that the author of the lyrics for all Madina Lake songs was:
A. Genius
B. Depressed
C. Having Woman Issues.




And Tom, if you still care at all:

Sometimes I try not to hate myself
For everything I never said
When you were here
And so I'm burning up photographs
Of what was a perfect past
'Cause I'm still here
But I'm barely holding on

Where did I go wrong
Choking on the difference
Between me and the world
And ever since you've been gone
I've been torn apart
I know that you can't hear me but
I'm still hurt
And I wish you were here

It's so hard that I try to bury it
Pretend that you didn't exist
So I can be strong
But I feel sick
And I feel diseased
'Cause everyone abandons me
And I can't move along
'Cause I'm barely holding on

Where did I go wrong
Choking on the difference
Between me and the world
And ever since you've been gone
I've been torn apart
I know that you can't hear me but
I'm still hurt
And I wish you were here

I can not pretend you didn't exist
Misery is just a state of mind
Hiding from the world's no way to live
So I'll convince myself that I'll be fine
I'll be fine
But since I lost you I'm barely holding on

Where did I go wrong
Choking on the difference between
Me and the world
And ever since you've been gone
I've been torn apart
I know that you can't hear me but
I'm still hurt

So I look up to the stars
And wonder out loud
Why everything I had in life
Has fallen from my arms
Can you even hear this song?
I'm screaming at the clouds
Screaming to a galaxy
That never cared at all
That I need you here


I was jealous of her.
I got over it.
Its your turn, babe, cause this is for real.
I need you here;; still.

le amoreeee!

Your kisses are the sweetest things.

You've stolen my heart...

Don't you dare break it boy,

or I'mma make you regret life.

But, I'll tell you one thing: