Step in, Step out. Look into my crystal ball.
mademoiselle Zara, 140990 hotmail/facebook/tumblr Dysfunctional in my stupor, but if you look beneath the surface, you'd find whimsical serendipity. — Excuse me while I kiss the sky Poetry Men see things in a box, and women see them in a round room. Exits Allure Bloom Crane Denotation Enigmatism Flair Grace Hope Initiation Archives October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 February 2010 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Sunday, March 1, 2009, 11:52 PM 11:55pm, Krushkach Enrique Cruz: So, she had a boyfriend, for how long? [nods yes, holds up two fingers] Enrique Cruz: Two years, what happened? Viktor Navorski: He chit. Enrique Cruz: What? Viktor Navorski: He chit. Enrique Cruz: Eat shit? Viktor Navorski: He chit, he chit, he chit. Enrique Cruz: Okay, try to repeat exactly what she said. Viktor Navorski: He chit, she catch him so... Enrique Cruz: Oh! He cheats! Viktor Navorski: Yes, yes, yes! What we call Krushkach. We say Krushkach. One man, two womans. So, hmm, crowded. You know? Ha! Enrique Cruz: Okay, he *cheats*! You say cheats. Viktor Navorski: Hm-hum. He chit. Enrique Cruz: No, no. *Cheat*. Viktor Navorski: Enrique, you, no chit. Enrique Cruz: No cheat. Viktor Navorski: No chit. Enrique Cruz: Yeah, yeah, I won't. I won't. I won't cheat. Not chit. Viktor Navorski: She's a nice... nice girl, she won't take your chitting. I couldn't help but to laugh out loud at this scene from the terminal.
But baby, where they knock you down and out Is where you oughta stay