But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


But they couldn't quite remember.

Serenade me away from this insanity.

Just sort of felt the need to write. Apparently Kat can identify my writing by the choice of words. Though she might confuse it with Ming's, 'cause she's not sure what Ming's style is.

I feel like writing a love scene between Teddie & Becky, but I have no idea. How can love exist between a child-like enthusiastic girl and a cocky, cheeky & sexy playboy?

Je vous aime, mon chéri. Je le veux dire. ♥