I see query and forms on her blast'd tongue.

Today has been an awful load of a too much of School day.
*%#%@%$)*%#$)^%#*%^)#@^

Like really a looooonnnnngggggggg day that I can feel my tongue at the tip of itself(ΘДΘ||)

So I got myself a hot-chocolate-fudge-on-whipped-cream-on-ice-cream-on-waffle waffle.
It was all sorts of rad flavor and it perked me up from my tummyヾ(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ

The 5-7 was the damned butcher. But at least I'd managed to stay awake and maybe listen throughout the lectures.

I must have gone into auto-pilot mode w/o realising it.

Crap, I forgot to define essay length;!~~~ΣΣ( ﾟДﾟ|||) !!

M. Blank over Tea with Mommies

Was out with Mommies the whole till evening, can you imagine the whole till evening.

I'm always having Spicy Cha-shu Ramen + Agedashi Tofu at Ajisen. That's lie the only things I'll eat there.

It has been long days for the past few.

Sam's getting all geared up for Oklahoma and we're busy running about stocking on special locks to keep the luggages away from bleeding weed.

My eyes have grown so tired over the days that it feels like I've not taken any ounce of sleep.

I've got class at friggin' 8am on Thursday.

Yes, you read that right.

8AM.

So I should really try sleeping now that Sam's out.

Ciao.

(&%$%$#(*$^&^#)

Although you like to leap-in, hold back this week
and a great benefit will appear.

I can't believe I let a cow tell me my fortune.

Tsk tsk.

You're mooloosing it Stacey!

Holycow! And now you're friginn' talking to that slab of beef?!

Their First Anniversaroll.

And the billygoats moat,

Happy First Anniversaroll!!＼(゜∀＼)(／∀゜)／

After counting the leaves off the tree, we've finally got our first year.

Mm-mm.

It's late now, and imma kinda lazy to write anything else.
But I will.

Roof fire and carts of sooted zombie bunnies.

Mm-mm.

Should I write about Ms Mad's and mine 1st Anniversary Easter or that a fire broke out stairs below my house in the wee hours of the morning and we, well, could have died of smog suffocation?

Give me a quick vote.

Tsk. Tsk.

Friggin', I just finished my last cooki-
Oooohhh.
I've got Mommies to store up Oreo as Plan B, phewy that I did.

Imagine if you have to spell Shhhhhhhhhh into a paragraph #@%#&$

Mm-mm.

I've actually been doing quite a load the past weeks, since April started. It's just that Facebook makes the point of updating jornals pretty much useless.

Aye. Aye. Urgh.

We've kissed March good-bye (like a week or 2 ago). Gollyschezer.
And I have really lost track of when I was doing things~~~ΣΣ( ﾟДﾟ|||) !!

So there was bicycling with the girls on 1 April 2009, Wednesday. Got frolick in the night as well.
Then the following day, Hilly, Ms Mad and Hannah came over for a swim/burn-session. We were wayyyyy crisp after that. Headed over in the evening to jam with the friday peeps on the same day♪(ノ゜Д。)ノ
Then follows 6 April, Monday with Ceclia and Ms Mad for Bible Study at Lido and my raddeli ダンゴ I bought off Isetanヾ(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ Then comes the night with the person that woke me up with a lovely call that day, we spent supper together♥
On 7 April 2009, Tuesday the hellish bAoc started. Hell-like but yeah, somehow, we had our radlaughsー(゜∀゜)(゜∀゜)――！！ Going into the second day, headed down to Starbucks for an Oreo Cheesecake (finally used that stinky voucher I looted from Phua) w Ms Mad, Hannah and the Quincy/Ishishi (they've got many variations to their names, tsk.)♥
Went for another morning swim w Ms Mad and Hannah in the third/last day before School. Spent the night with the og at Botak Jones and a late movie at West Mall (yeah, hellah far me farther). But it was radヾ( ´ー｀)

And on that Friday, it was Easter(σ'∀')σ

Don't ask me 'bout that rad selfish love.

Today, I wished that I was more of a rebel. More of a I-know-what-I-want. More of an independent. More of a traveller.
Much more of a rad music person.

I wished that I've got piercings all over my flesh and face, with blankets of radlot tattoos across my skin - each carrying a stench of my wilful determination. I wished I've forced the guitar on myself, and made myself stay up all night just to think of titles that would fit my compositions to the s.

I wished that I had a voice, that I have my own legs. That I was a rebel, a hippie. That I could lug my guitar in it's beatened case across lands in search of a living. That I had the damn guts to do that.

Tonight, I pray to just have these all in a dream. Then when dawn breaks tomorrow, the morning would be filled with tears, regret, and gratitude.

Then maybe in the afternoon, I would be able to pull my damn socks up and start moving into the line that I've always wanted too.

Maybe it might/might not come true. Maybe I have to start doing things that people stereotyped me to not do. Maybe it might start to upset people, and maybe even god.

But he will still love us so,
we can selfishly love him still.