@Sophiesticated: I am Offended and i found this very Supergirl. Wait...what?

Wháát. ~Freaks out!~ Ik heb morgen. 1 LESUUR.

ik 4.............van 75 min.

ikke98: Holy -Piep- ing SH*T. Da's lang. I am ashamed to live on this world.

*snapt helemaal wat @Supermeid01 zegt*

ikke98: Great. Dan ga ik nu even afbeelding

@Supermeid01: plaatjes in het cafe

ikke98: Technically it's an emoticon.

@Supermeid01:

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. SJAAK!

Oeps, er ging iets mis

*Staart naar de grond*

@The-Doctor: DP ooooooooooooooooooooooh SJAAK

*Siniora, these things do happen.

For the past of the years these things do happen!? And if you stop theme from happining now!! And you too, you has bannas him(?)!
These things do happen? ma, hngrr. I didn't(?) stop these from happening, these things does not happen!!!...*

ikke98: Ik kan er toch niets aan doen dat ik 2 dingen PRECIES tegelijkertijd post

The-Doctor: nog tegenstribbelen ook, het wordt alleen maar erger

@Banaal: waarom naar de grond?

Bookwurm: Ik probeer het niveau hier te vinden

@Ikke98: Maar jij hebt geen kleurtje

Banaal: dan kan je volgens mij lang zoeken

*[zingt]
Think of me
think of me fondly, when
we've said goodbye
remember me
once in a while, please
promise me you'll try
When you find,
that once again you long
to take your heart back,
and be free
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me
We never said
our love was evergreen
or as unchanging as the sea...
but if you can still remember,
stop and think of me
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen,
don't think about the things
which might have been
Think of me
think of me waking, silent
and resigned...
imagine me, trying too hard to
put you from my mind...
Recall those days,
look back on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do...
there will never be a day when
I won't think of you
...*

Bookwurm: Euuuuh.....................................Gesuntheid?

Jep, ik ben officieel te oud om hier rond te hangen.

Banaal: Ben ik dan te jong

Banaal: je zult gemist worden

*brava, brava, bravisima

Christine, Christine

Christine

Where in the world have you've been hiding
Really you were perfect
I only wish I new you're secret
who is you're great totor?

...
Christine? do you believe?
do you think that the spririt of you're father is ... you?

who else meg? who?
Father one's spoke of an angel
I use to dream he d'apear(?)
Now as I say I can sence him
and I now he's here.
Here in this room he call's me softly
somewhere inside hiding
somehow I now he's always with me
hedeaus(?) seen genius

Christine you must have been dreaming
story's like this cant's come true
Christine you're talking in riddles(?)
and it's not like you

angel of music
guid(?) and gaurdian(?)
...to the all glory
(who is this angel, this)
angel of music
hide no longer
secret and strange ganger(?)

he's whit me...(k)now
- you're hands are cold
...
- you're face, Christine, it's white
it frightends me
- don't be frightend*