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been trying to sleep for hours now... it doesn't matter which side i tumble and turn to or how much i curl my self up i just cant fall asleep...

so here i am... back online.. expressing my feelings! =p

been wondering for the past hour or so if i should watch a movie or something.. but then i have a headache and dont want to hear any noise... the silence seems just fine for now...

for some reason i thought typing all this would make me feel a bit better... in case i havent mentioned before.. im a bit sad... dont know why.. but im just sad.. i wish i could fall asleep like right now... then i wouldnt be typing all these crap.. but nooooo... no sleep... not even the tiniest bit... so might as well keep on jabbering...

i was on tumblr a while back... n i was "liking" some of the pictures as i went along and this gal got pissed at me for pressing like on 7 of her pics in like 5 mins.. like big deal huh? i unfollowed her... im in no mood to take any bull from anyone... and i mean anyone...

i guess no one really cares abt all this... i know i dont.. so my blog has just 3 followers... so its cool for me to post just abt anything.. not like i post anything that matters.. and i sure am not a good writer.. and frankly i dont really like writing.. maybe i should get a journal... that cud be fun.. or maybe a cat.. i dunno..

i dont know why i keep pressing the enter button and making new paragraphs.. my mind is so jumbled up i dont really know what i want to be writing here.. might as well go back to trying to sleep... sucks to be insomniac... sucks big time!

Footprints....

the waves may wash away the foot prints.. but it will always know you were there....!!!

The Charge of the light brigade - Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.