Yes i got a blogskin... it's a tempo one!!!!

It's MCR related....the lyrics are from MCR's song, called Demolition Lovers. I don't really like the space given on the skin, so will be changing it. OH shucks I love JASLYN hahahaha. DEMOLITION LOVERS rock!!!!!!!!

Yes, thank god. I feel contented today.i got a skin!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hanis got a skin!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MIAOW. I think the skin is really classic, like something totally out of this world. Oh yeah...I wanna tell you guys abt some weird dream I had yesterday...

I was at this resort, and it was beautiful...palm trees and white sand. Then the hotel-resort I was in was like, heaven. There was everything I wanted. AHHHH. But it has a special effect to it. The services were more than I bargained for... it was haunted. Not by ghosts, but by the owner's own memories. So when I went in, it was like, flash. flash. Flash Flash. all those little pieces of bad memories came flooding back, and at last I saw blood,...the most recent of my memory. The blood from my wound...as I spelled out on the wall... 'SORRY'

So the scared me, unable to face the past, ran outside only to face another obstacle: climbing a mountain. I had to get to the other side. At first it looked like a relatively easy climb, but the mountain seemed to get steeper each time I took a step. Then, my energy ran out. I was so close to the top...so close, but I started to fall. Into that sheer abyss below. I knew that I would die. But suddenly, something grabbed me and hoisted me up. Strong hands. This has never happened before.

I saw the hands, but not the face. Pale, strong hands. Long fingers. Strength surged thru me. And I survived. I woke up.

Then, when I came home from school today, I change and begin admiring MCR posters and pictures like I always do. I switched on the com in my room,and crawled through my folder to see if there was any left over work to do. Nothing, so I opened a file called MCR stuff. And stumbled upon this picture of Gerard Way, his hands interlocked with each other, the background a misty graveyard, and his eyes a mysterious brown-grey. The caption below:

"I don't think this band will ever start feeling light or good. But when it's the natural time, it should die."

Then. Major dejavu. Like majorly major. I saw the hands before...but where? OH YES. my dream. Those strong hands, pale strong hands. Long fingers. The guy who saved me from that dark abyss below.

GERARD WAY.