Poetrey

To the one who taught the silent how to sing, thank you for being.
Happy birthday, dearest Rey.
Mabuhay, Mr. Englishman!

If this is another one of your practical jokes, I swear –

… she can’t come because she’s in Oxford but that’s fine, I don’t need a bloody chaperone …

Look who’s here!
Missing

You really shouldn’t leave without telling anyone where you’re going.

I know you need a break. But everybody’s worried about you. Uno is worried about you.

And I miss you.

I really do.
Schismed together!

I realize we don’t have a lot of formal group pictures. And I refer to the kind where you are all sitting properly in plush chairs and staring at the camera with vacuous expressions. Sort of like a class picture, only you’re not sitting quite close to one another because you need to show the details of your clothes, too. I guess our resident photographer has not taken these shots because 1) Our chairs are not plush enough, 2) We don’t have much of a wardrobe to show off, and 3) One of us can’t seem to sit still.
Schismed!


I say NO TO YAOI, but I can’t say no to a free shirt.


If I am going to be forced to wear a shirt by the l33test of the l33t,
then I shall suffer in style.


We LOVE the shirts, Leigh. Thank you so much.