Azouline:
well wat can i say abt myself.i guess watever i say here wont really make much of a diff cos the onli way ur gonna get to know me is by meeting me in person or by continuously reading the blog=)well from wat i gather from others,i am an 18 yr old gal who is french,who loves her family,who is outgoing,who is willing to love and be loved and who will die for the ones she loves=)
je suis moi. :D

Pathma Kumaari:
posessive.amiable.the indian.hocker/high maintenance gal.micheal scolfield.alive. LIVERPOOL.CHEM GEEK. (:

'♥ hidaya
'♥ asyikin
'♥ qistina
'♥ berber
'♥ david
'♥ karissa
'♥ mikhail
'♥ aloy


'♥ yingying
'♥ nikki
'♥ jenifer
'♥ ruth
'♥ valery


'♥ aiman
'♥ felicia
'♥ koh kiat
'♥ min qi
'♥ sakinah
'♥ shariffa
'♥ Love

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Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks,
cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


W.H. Auden