<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:15:41.351+08:00</updated><category term='Jing ying'/><category term='Corrinna'/><category term='shuffle'/><category term='Val'/><category term='M. Brain'/><category term='ユウ'/><category term='Sarah'/><category term='Asou'/><category term='Ms Mad'/><category term='Thales'/><category term='☴'/><category term='Rachel'/><category term='Sah'/><category term='God'/><category term='☀'/><category term='☂'/><category term='Fel'/><category term='☑'/><category term='Mommies'/><category term='Vamps'/><category term='Goldilocks'/><category term='Hannah'/><category term='An hwee'/><category term='Fridays'/><category term='Foxtrot'/><category term='antoine'/><category term='Leonard'/><category term='アサ'/><category term='Stacey'/><category term='Sam'/><category term='Jacqueline'/><category term='gobbledygook'/><category term='ウマ'/><category term='Mystic Moo'/><category term='☁'/><category term='Adam'/><category term='Quincy'/><category term='☰'/><category term='☐'/><category term='Le en'/><category term='Hilly'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>stsubacey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-5364285986909390729</id><published>2009-07-24T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:31:18.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gobbledygook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Midnight Sun</title><content type='html'>No wonder they call it the Midnight Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful, with it's edge sketched deep into the dark blanket. It's like the window that peers through from space onto Earth at night. Like the eye of a God of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching over the cars and buses driving along the roads at night; taking care of strangers as they walk in dark alleys; feeding the birds supper; guiding cats into refuge for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if the moon is the eye of that God of some kind, then the stars are it's ears, listening to every conversation to the littlest bit. A helpless scream, a sigh of sorrow, a jest of laughter, a whisper of gossip, a silent smile, a child's bedtime prayer, an ambulance siren, a stray dog's whine and even the mere breathing of the people - the stars listen to us for that God of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that they say the Midnight Sun follows us everywhere when we are under that dark blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommies use to tell me that when I was much younger. At first, I thought it awfully weird, then I grew accustom to it and thought it a terribly thoughtful act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I realised that there were nights that there was no moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mommies told me that the moon needed a few days to rest as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that even that God of some kind would grow tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-5364285986909390729?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5364285986909390729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/07/midnight-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/5364285986909390729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/5364285986909390729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/07/midnight-sun.html' title='The Midnight Sun'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-2356113090333052262</id><published>2009-07-21T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:37:49.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paragraphing from the keyboard.</title><content type='html'>I found that eive got a whole load of text that have never been read before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-2356113090333052262?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2356113090333052262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-found-that-eive-got-whole-load-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2356113090333052262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2356113090333052262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-found-that-eive-got-whole-load-of.html' title='paragraphing from the keyboard.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-8405281508931059481</id><published>2009-07-20T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:48:34.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shuffle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antoine'/><title type='text'>bleech, you can name this dumb.</title><content type='html'>imma shuffling in between two spaces cause i really can't make up my mind on which one to use for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antoine likes livejournal only, shitpicklezzzzz, eive got the urge to change his name, hokay, that'll be first on my list now, apart from ii) breathing normally and iii) healthy eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep shuffling huh? and i like the way the words fall on tumblr, i'll draw out a layout since imma a little freeer from tests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-8405281508931059481?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8405281508931059481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/07/bleech-you-can-name-this-dumb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/8405281508931059481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/8405281508931059481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/07/bleech-you-can-name-this-dumb.html' title='bleech, you can name this dumb.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-2707832259480048479</id><published>2009-05-11T23:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:00:19.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Moo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M. Brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommies'/><title type='text'>Good-night, stay-at-home Adam.</title><content type='html'>Crapppy me hearties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma sooooo slothyyyyy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But M. Brain hasn't taken a breather since a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Argh. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make this one good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School isn't rotten, but neither is it 12A Beef steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you put it, mm-mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one is for all the Mommies out there, you know we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/May/STRIPPIES/DSC06470.jpg" border="0" width="450px"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-2707832259480048479?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2707832259480048479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-night-m-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2707832259480048479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2707832259480048479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-night-m-brain.html' title='Good-night, stay-at-home Adam.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-7456989179772313632</id><published>2009-04-29T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:34:33.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☂'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foxtrot'/><title type='text'>I see query and forms on her blast'd tongue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/April/PIC_0489.jpg"border="0"&gt;Today has been an awful load of a too much of School day.&lt;br /&gt;*%#%@%$)*%#$)^%#*%^)#@^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; a looooonnnnngggggggg day that I can feel my tongue at the tip of itself(ΘДΘ||)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got myself a hot-chocolate-fudge-on-whipped-cream-on-ice-cream-on-waffle waffle.&lt;br /&gt;It was all sorts of rad flavor and it perked me up from my tummyヾ(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5-7 was the damned butcher. But at least I'd managed to stay awake and maybe listen throughout the lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have gone into auto-pilot mode w/o realising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I forgot to define essay length;!~~~ΣΣ( ﾟДﾟ|||) !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-7456989179772313632?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7456989179772313632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-see-query-and-forms-on-her-blastd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/7456989179772313632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/7456989179772313632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-see-query-and-forms-on-her-blastd.html' title='I see query and forms on her blast&apos;d tongue.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-286769803044120464</id><published>2009-04-22T22:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:18:41.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommies'/><title type='text'>M. Blank over Tea with Mommies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w368.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/April/02dbc472.pbw" height="300" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was out with Mommies the whole till evening, can you imagine the whole till evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always having Spicy Cha-shu Ramen + Agedashi Tofu at Ajisen. That's lie the only things I'll eat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been long days for the past few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes have grown so tired over the days that it feels like I've not taken any ounce of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got class at friggin' 8am on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;b&gt;AM&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should really try sleeping now that Sam's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-286769803044120464?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/286769803044120464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-should-i-call-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/286769803044120464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/286769803044120464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-should-i-call-you.html' title='M. Blank over Tea with Mommies'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-1558923480792314561</id><published>2009-04-20T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:41:51.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystic Moo'/><title type='text'>(&amp;%$%$#(*$^&amp;^#)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Although you like to leap-in, hold back this week&lt;br /&gt;and a great benefit will appear.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I can't believe I let a &lt;A href="http://www.benjerry.com.sg/mysticmoo/" target="_blank"&gt;cow&lt;/A&gt; tell me my fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;s&gt;moo&lt;/s&gt;loosing it Stacey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holycow! And now you're friginn' talking to that slab of beef?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-1558923480792314561?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1558923480792314561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/1558923480792314561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/1558923480792314561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='(&amp;%$%$#(*$^&amp;^#)'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-4635924770829981662</id><published>2009-04-15T00:58:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:21:15.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms Mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Their First Anniversaroll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w368.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/April/a7556f97.pbw" height="300" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the billygoats moat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Happy First Anniversaroll!!＼(゜∀＼)(／∀゜)／&lt;/blockquote&gt;After counting the leaves off the tree, we've finally got our first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late now, and imma kinda lazy to write anything else.&lt;br /&gt;But I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-4635924770829981662?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4635924770829981662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/their-first-anniversaroll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/4635924770829981662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/4635924770829981662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/their-first-anniversaroll.html' title='Their First Anniversaroll.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-81762240445134403</id><published>2009-04-12T15:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:59:44.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☁'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommies'/><title type='text'>Roof fire and carts of sooted zombie bunnies.</title><content type='html'>Mm-mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;i&gt;could have&lt;/i&gt; died of smog suffocation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a quick vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friggin', I just finished my last cooki-&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhh.&lt;br /&gt;I've got Mommies to store up Oreo as Plan B, phewy that I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-81762240445134403?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/81762240445134403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/roof-fire-and-carts-of-sooted-zombie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/81762240445134403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/81762240445134403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/roof-fire-and-carts-of-sooted-zombie.html' title='Roof fire and carts of sooted zombie bunnies.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-7336552323464024631</id><published>2009-04-11T01:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:57:21.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☁'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quincy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms Mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fridays'/><title type='text'>Imagine if you have to spell Shhhhhhhhhh into a paragraph #@%#&amp;$</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 180px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w368.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/April/507f4511.pbw" width="250" height="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mm-mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye. Aye. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've kissed March good-bye (like a week or 2 ago). Gollyschezer.&lt;br /&gt;And I have really lost track of when I was doing things~~~ΣΣ( ﾟДﾟ|||) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Script;font-size:180%;"&gt;So there was&lt;/span&gt;  bicycling with the girls on &lt;b&gt;1 April 2009, Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;. Got frolick in the night as well.&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;b&gt;the following day&lt;/b&gt;, 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&lt;br /&gt;Then follows &lt;b&gt;6 April, Monday&lt;/b&gt; with Ceclia and Ms Mad for Bible Study at Lido and my raddeli &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dango" target="_blank"&gt;ダンゴ&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;b&gt;7 April 2009, Tuesday&lt;/b&gt; the hellish bAoc started. Hell-like but yeah, somehow, we had our radlaughsー(゜∀゜)(゜∀゜)――！！ Going into &lt;b&gt;the second day&lt;/b&gt;, 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.)&lt;font color="#336666"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for another morning swim w Ms Mad and Hannah in &lt;b&gt;the third/last day&lt;/b&gt; 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｀) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that Friday, it was Easter(σ'∀')σ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-7336552323464024631?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7336552323464024631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/shhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/7336552323464024631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/7336552323464024631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/shhhhhh.html' title='Imagine if you have to spell Shhhhhhhhhh into a paragraph #@%#&amp;$'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-4619957513045254783</id><published>2009-04-10T02:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T03:08:49.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Don't ask me 'bout that rad selfish love.</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;Much more of a rad music person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he will still love us so,&lt;br /&gt;we can selfishly love him still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-4619957513045254783?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4619957513045254783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-ask-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/4619957513045254783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/4619957513045254783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-ask-me.html' title='Don&apos;t ask me &apos;bout that rad selfish love.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-1919019081881609469</id><published>2009-03-27T23:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:03:43.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Feckless arghes-san and the always-kun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 180px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w368.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/March/Asou/fe917a53.pbw" height="180" width="250"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think Kunnie and I are having a cold war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we've not said anything since I've got her off Thales (she was hogging onto him) and (honestly) unintentionally bumped that bulky granny chair against her limb. She really had no idea on what catwalk respect is, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she thinks I'm another "Samantha". Hell with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a game tomorrow morning. I am really doubting her attendence for it. She'll refuse to get up all over and I will disregard her behaviour on the whole.&lt;br /&gt;Like totally ignore her, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye. Aye. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really wimpy. But at least she doesn't read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;All for the night, I would have preferred it more delicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that when God brings in the Sun again, He'll drag out that stinkiness in us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can bet you that tomorrow, I'll start talking to her again, as if nothing did happen.&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Because we always do things together; we always laugh like retards together; we always upset our Mommies (and put that smile back onto her face all over again) together; we always skit out our favourite commercials together (and with Brother Bear); we always laugh at the same jokes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, come to think of it, we do almost everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I know that if God can bring in that Sun we (dread) every morning (but I really love it now), I know he'll make us talk to each other again tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it'll be us and just our talking cats and mute fish all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-1919019081881609469?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1919019081881609469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/feckless-argh-es.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/1919019081881609469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/1919019081881609469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/feckless-argh-es.html' title='Feckless arghes-san and the always-kun.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-3207467485350591943</id><published>2009-03-25T21:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:56:55.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Le en'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☁'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms Mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corrinna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ウマ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><title type='text'>50% oreo 50% rad blunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 180px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w368.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/March/e8eb8469.pbw" height="180" width="250"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one was overdued on 23 March 2009, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had blasting rad oreo cheesecake at the baker's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It was 50% off the original bill (till month-end).&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mm-mm~~~ΣΣ( ﾟДﾟ|||) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the whole point, isn't it? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was a whole load of laughter as usual. We've got to sharpen out gags still. The blunter, the better the batter(￣ω￣)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now a lil' bout today instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;午後に　13:00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in School, well, at least today was wayyyy more productive than the other days. We did up the banner for the boooth, that I kinda dissed on lj but am proud of, heh. Don't get your expectations too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, the girls were fun to work with. We did a 4-player round of UNO on Syaza's iTouch (&lt;b&gt;WHICH I AWFULLY WANT ONE NOW&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, that is my first most material thing that I've ever wanted since this year started, and I'm braggy bout it, tsk♪(´ε｀ )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-3207467485350591943?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3207467485350591943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-one-was-overdued-on-23-march-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/3207467485350591943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/3207467485350591943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-one-was-overdued-on-23-march-2009.html' title='50% oreo 50% rad blunter'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-906384439937331285</id><published>2009-03-24T23:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:56:25.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☂'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms Mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ウマ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ユウ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Val'/><title type='text'>Radlooot and a stinky cookiee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 180px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w368.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/March/723ecff2.pbw" height="180" width="250"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With the honor of my last caramelised cookie for the night on the line, today was one hellah spontany late evening(o‘∀‘o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was awfully cold. Sam was parading around the room, piecing &lt;i&gt;mismatching&lt;/i&gt; outfits for Japan, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;午後に　14:53&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Almost.&lt;br /&gt;Presque.&lt;br /&gt;Quase.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; casted right out of the whole class timetable selection again.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God forbade. He's awesome, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;. I just had to wait a while more before I think of swearing, well, not that I actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;午後に　15:20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got changed and left out as fast as I could (at least I did try to). There was Ms Mad and Hannah and we went off shopping at tf. Got radcheap loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, there was plenty/overload of laugher and gags. Hokay, I've officially finished up my last caramelised cookiee(ノ゜Д。)ノ But it should be alright, tomorrow's coming in less than an hour, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;夕暮に　17:00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this radspontany call from good ol' Val and we went ahead with a dinner plan♪(´ε｀ ) We gathered whoever we could (or at the very least we tried to) and got down to stinky chomps. Somehow, that's like always our only option, heh. Not that I not like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beat now, there's School lined up on the coming 3 days. I'm passing the one on Thursday, there's something much better to attend too than School.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-906384439937331285?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/906384439937331285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-honor-of-my-last-caramelised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/906384439937331285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/906384439937331285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-honor-of-my-last-caramelised.html' title='Radlooot and a stinky cookiee.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-2692239660887849529</id><published>2009-03-22T17:39:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:57:26.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☴'/><title type='text'>Words put together against the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/March/field002.jpg"border="0"&gt;Nothing much actually did happen in the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;But really wanted to write something decent and pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should just tell you something that I heard about the sky from way back, like the creation-of-earth kind of way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that in the past, humans could fly, the sky was not the limit, and neither was it limit itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like that, as mentioned above - until humans started to know fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Frightned.&lt;br /&gt;Scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if they had an in-built Thesaurus with an antique collection of synonyms of one word in particular, &lt;i&gt;fear&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had so much fear in them that they built a fortress against the sky, only knowing how it is to hide under its blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year passed.&lt;br /&gt;A decade, then a centuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed and allowed there to be today - allowing there to be humans who had forgotten how they could have flown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-2692239660887849529?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2692239660887849529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/tryna-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2692239660887849529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2692239660887849529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/tryna-first.html' title='Words put together against the sky'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-5990487933374442333</id><published>2009-03-19T22:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:00:18.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☀'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacqueline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ウマ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An hwee'/><title type='text'>Yell aye, and yell aye back again if yer heard er first aye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w368.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/March/24786ce6.pbw" height="300" width="250"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Got it up and working＼(゜∀＼)(／∀゜)／&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just on 18 March 2008, Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;午後に　14:40&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, heh, An Hui got the un-updated time of 14:00 and we made her wait(・◇・) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully she loves us so much that she can't even be bothered with being angry about it, she's wonderful&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went straight to get our tickets. Was thinking of Which Mountain, but the timing couldn't fit, so we watched &lt;i&gt;Desperaux&lt;/i&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant, &lt;i&gt;Despereaux&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That was a nice try though. I just can't seem to spell it right everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the movie, although we were mainly surrounded by &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; little children, I thought it only made the place more comfy for me to slip into a child's (possibly) bedtime story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a tale about courage, something that I wrote before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;夕暮に　16:45&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was kinda shorter than I thought. The worst part about it was that, Wednesdays are the &lt;b&gt;fasting days&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad idea, bad timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least they waited w me till 18:00 to break my blasted fast; hey guys, I did it all for you. Tsk. tsk. heh~~~ΣΣ( ﾟДﾟ|||) !!&lt;br /&gt;☑Soft Denim Overall&lt;br /&gt;☑タママ二等兵 Stuffed cotton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;夕暮に　17:55&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked down to Douby Ghaut and had mmmmmmm, ラメン. (Go figure it yourself.) Don't fret, I waited the 5 minutes for the serving, heh.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love the spicy in it. Mm-mm～(ﾉ∇≦*) ｷｬﾊｯｯｯｯ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made rounds and did some window. There's this pretty washed-out denim that I tried from &lt;font style="font-variant: small-caps"&gt;Fox&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye. Aye. Arhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasting beaut'ful day if yer ask me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-5990487933374442333?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5990487933374442333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/tryna-hang-on-w-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/5990487933374442333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/5990487933374442333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/tryna-hang-on-w-it.html' title='Yell aye, and yell aye back again if yer heard er first aye!'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-3816801912235361786</id><published>2009-03-19T00:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:11:36.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☴'/><title type='text'>Buy me the one with the red label that reads: WARNING, EXTRA x1000% COURAGE.</title><content type='html'>I realised that courage doesn't come in a fancy package with a manual on how to operate to the naked bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is something that we build up; with what we do, what we think, what we decide, and even what we say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that taking the first step is vital.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel that taking the second is even more vital.&lt;br /&gt;And the same goes for the third, fourth, fifth, and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, just keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, you just got to give in, not give up to the circumstances that we're placed in.&lt;br /&gt;Allowing yourself to sink into your environment, and I can bet you 5kg of air that things will start to be so natural for you; to speak up, to perform, to even look in that person's direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The measure of courage to one is never able to be placed on the same scale as others.&lt;br /&gt;However, we do need to hear others complimenting us then maybe we can start to love ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the littlest things can be courageous as well, just as how Despereaux is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I got to put this in a more earthling-normal way before anyone can understand me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-3816801912235361786?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3816801912235361786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/buy-me-one-with-red-label-that-reads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/3816801912235361786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/3816801912235361786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/buy-me-one-with-red-label-that-reads.html' title='Buy me the one with the red label that reads: WARNING, EXTRA x1000% COURAGE.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-2588967343975255803</id><published>2009-03-16T21:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:55:09.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☂'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goldilocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☴'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Good rain, Goldilocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/March/PIC_0444.jpg"border="0"&gt;Today, Goldilocks waved at me.&lt;br /&gt;I saw her from the window, she looked back and greeted me with a smile. Then she gradually lifted her hand and gestured;&lt;br /&gt;just as I started out home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sweet, and it reminded me of this over-extensive-paragraph-chunky answer that I wrote for one of my last-question-type of question in my Chinese workbook (you should get what I mean here).&lt;br /&gt;I'll find it the next time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been awful about the prep work for School, slamming Hell's color on it on lj.&lt;br /&gt;Aye. Aye. Hah(｀┏┓´)ノ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not taking any of those back at all. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Never hesitate to make your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Even if at times, it seems like god may hate us.&lt;br /&gt;We can still love him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to put it out who wrote that.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, it's not myself~~~ΣΣ( ﾟДﾟ|||) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was something that I read today that I want to remember when I wake up on the morrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-2588967343975255803?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2588967343975255803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-rain-goldilocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2588967343975255803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2588967343975255803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-rain-goldilocks.html' title='Good rain, Goldilocks.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-7213672707160291499</id><published>2009-03-15T20:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:00:54.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☂'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vamps'/><title type='text'>Don't spit the ides and vamps in the milk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/March/PIC_0440.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Go figure you fiddletssticken ides!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like a little Foxtrot on my Evenings, although Pizza sounds like a bette/// We'll stop it right there(￣▽￣)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm settling with the only Milk and Oreo for now＼(゜∀＼)(／∀゜)／&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing Popeyes already. Sam says those biscuits are scones. I want to eat scones now. &lt;b&gt;Tea Party's would be the only preference.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye. Aye. Argh. ******.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.vampsxxx.com/" target="_blank"&gt;VAMPS&lt;/A&gt; got their single out now. They did a cover of Shampoo's Trouble. Ah, the rock is tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm, awesome bunch of music nuts～(ﾉ∇≦*) ｷｬﾊｯｯｯｯ♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-7213672707160291499?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7213672707160291499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/imma-putting-this-up-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/7213672707160291499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/7213672707160291499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/imma-putting-this-up-first.html' title='Don&apos;t spit the ides and vamps in the milk.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-6521463947240724915</id><published>2009-03-14T00:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:03:16.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☰'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☂'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ウマ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fridays'/><title type='text'>Good wee Morning, Dearly Beloved me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/March/PIC_0437.jpg"border="0"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;お早う，大地ラ．リ．ラ．&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommies was at home today. And she made an awesome Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;アメリカン-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;午後に　12:00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain fell then.&lt;br /&gt;I was in School coloring Gramophones and cutting out masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were awfully tired. Productive or not, I thought it was terribly mundane. So we hit the doorknob and left at 14:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair-cut that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm.&lt;br /&gt;(That was true contentment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 2 inches snipped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Helll noooooh!" cried the hillybilly.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snipping inches off seems to be a tabooo for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Hellllah Yeah, 2 inches off♪(´ε｀ )&lt;br /&gt;And I've trimmed off the front so that it can take its time to grow till School starts (all over again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;午後に　14:30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought our Luncheon/Dinner up to Leonard's place. We were early, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;＼(゜∀＼)(／∀゜)／ And it was good that we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more powered now.&lt;br /&gt;Mm, I don't exactly want to put it out here.&lt;br /&gt;But yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do more now(｀┏┓´)ノ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-6521463947240724915?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6521463947240724915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/lemme-get-this-up-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/6521463947240724915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/6521463947240724915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/lemme-get-this-up-first.html' title='Good wee Morning, Dearly Beloved me.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-2338949945248175814</id><published>2009-03-12T14:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:46:04.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☀'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☑'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ユウ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☐'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>Droughty Phonon</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="tran5parent" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i368.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/March/060309-MorningLaundry.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;Mm-mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a rad tree now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now, there's nothing that I can say&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm in charge of rainy days&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a streak of gray on the canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, fine.&lt;br /&gt;I cheated on the part that ← was recorded on the 6th this month. You can even heard the distant birds if you tune it wayyyy upヾ(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ&lt;br /&gt;But the rain after that has made it so slippery to be up anytime before until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was utterly dry. But the sun painted a pretty veiled across the cement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just smashed the whole of the Whimps into Thales. It's good when they have a smaller scope（´∀｀）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I still can't get wholly for American noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;夕暮に　17:00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a good time to hit the pavements＼(゜∀＼)(／∀゜)／&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm.&lt;br /&gt;That was that of contentment♪(´ε｀ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☑ Glasses with Sarah&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☐ (We postponed the Luncheon part till approx. 1 week later)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-2338949945248175814?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2338949945248175814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/droughty-phonon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2338949945248175814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2338949945248175814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/droughty-phonon.html' title='Droughty Phonon'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-2411411836352082841</id><published>2009-03-10T22:34:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:48:06.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms Mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☀'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☑'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jing ying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☐'/><title type='text'>Shoot the Moon, and I'll sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="tran5parent" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i368.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/March/100309-RustMoonWalk.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;It seems like the house is asleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Moon is such a performer.&lt;br /&gt;Go see it now, it is utterly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, the Moon was stolen beneath the clouds. But I could still find it, it's glory stained the dark clouds and was rusted silver.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a happy and tired day.&lt;br /&gt;We went to places that we don't frequent daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the rain didn't fall today. We were thankful. The weather was awfully hot.&lt;br /&gt;We got dessert in Chinatown and Chicken Rice Ball for dinner. Mm-mm(￣ω￣)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;☑ Chinatown and Theives' Marketヾ(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ&lt;br /&gt;☐ Luncheon and Glasses with Sarah&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; (We had it postponed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Thomas Edison plan for my ashes when I pass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still up with my foundation to steal the moon + get a bino-camera to capture accurate photographs of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get it right this time round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-2411411836352082841?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2411411836352082841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoot-moon-and-ill-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2411411836352082841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2411411836352082841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoot-moon-and-ill-sleep.html' title='Shoot the Moon, and I&apos;ll sleep.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-2181391029940371293</id><published>2009-03-09T20:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:48:59.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☂'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='アサ'/><title type='text'>3 thumbs up for the rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="tran5parent" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i368.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/March/090309-WalkingRain.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“ぱたぱた”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day has been barnacally cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;朝に 09:35&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was early, was in School for baoc preparations.&lt;br /&gt;You should have heard how much I was contemplating on whether to attend the meeting or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was &lt;s&gt;the worst&lt;/s&gt; decision I've made today. Mmm, it went pretty well so yep, I've striked it off for the being &lt;i&gt;the worst&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rain continued all the way through the noon. We were caught in the midst of the rain (but not drenched). But it smelt refreshing to walk under an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm-mm. A hot bath.&lt;br /&gt;Being at home feels the best when it rainsヾ(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;I need Milk and Oreo, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made plans for the week.&lt;br /&gt;The morrow's Luncheon is for Sarah&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I should be meeting another bunch after that, but I've not heard from them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they remembered(・◇・)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-2181391029940371293?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2181391029940371293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-thumbs-up-for-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2181391029940371293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/2181391029940371293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-thumbs-up-for-rain.html' title='3 thumbs up for the rain.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-8370100804820036455</id><published>2009-03-03T22:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:50:41.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☂'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms Mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☑'/><title type='text'>"Not without a fight, M. Rain!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/March/DSC06587.jpg"border="0"&gt;That little packet there is a (titanic) heap of delicious cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry, so I &lt;u&gt;assume&lt;/u&gt; them to be healthy（´∀｀）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rainingraining the whole day through, but I managed to head out with beloved hillybilly and madamooo. Hah, don't try to keep me at home, M. Rain!&lt;br /&gt;They have &lt;b&gt;many&lt;/b&gt; variations to their names(／・◇・)／&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the train down to town. The only thing that I have on my checklist was that &lt;b&gt;MUJI Monthly/Weekly Planner&lt;/b&gt; that I have (finally) made up my mind on settling with for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our walk down and ate at every pause. Hillybilly bought this really lovely dress. And I was (unintentionally) hunting for my Nancy Drew Cardigan, which is still on my list(｀┏┓´)ノ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last activity was seat-hunting. Hilly was frustrated and ran for the last one we saw, and Hell yeah, we got it! Rested our butts, thought of what to take-away then left the lots, headed to get my take-away (double cheese), straight to the bustop and stood through the journay - until pretty much at the last where we found ourselves seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hellah noooooo", said the billy goat.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the sound of that, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of the day, ☑ MUJI Monthly/Weekly Plannerヾ(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-8370100804820036455?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8370100804820036455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-without-fight-m-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/8370100804820036455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/8370100804820036455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-without-fight-m-rain.html' title='&quot;Not without a fight, M. Rain!&quot;'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-5680684888410354333</id><published>2009-03-03T11:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:51:40.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☂'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Even my Grandpapa is praying with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="tran5parent" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i368.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/March/030309-FallingRain.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;雨がざあざあ降っている。&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice knowing that ol' man（￣ω￣）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was an uncle, a brother, and friend to my Grandpapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awful to hear about his end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was nice knowing that there is Jesus（´∀｀）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was alone when he went, I don't if he knew about Jesus though. That's why if you see this, please pray with me for mercy on his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short, honest whisper will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this rain, his family takes the last walk with him, then he'll be (intentionally) slothfully proceeding through at the last glance and then with the swallow of the fumes, he is hurriedly incinerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining too, when we sent off Grandpapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am thankful for the rain that fell today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Adeus, Ol' man!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-5680684888410354333?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5680684888410354333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-thankful-for-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/5680684888410354333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/5680684888410354333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-thankful-for-rain.html' title='Even my Grandpapa is praying with me.'/><author><name>stacey c.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109600808371484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ArGNULqPytw/SSwZack-jqI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Nsqk6TIkmo/S220/cry4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572368047602732101.post-8744500265485564409</id><published>2009-03-02T21:39:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:52:21.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='☂'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asou'/><title type='text'>Umbrellas up, and rain is left un-checked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo121/_staceyc/dois/2009/February/PIC_0422.jpg"border="0"&gt;I'm wondering if I should keep my photographs black &amp; white.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, they fit things here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, we'll pass over with that awful load of silence＼(゜ロ＼)(／ロ゜)／&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today has been a lovely Monday, the second day of my bloody period. I've changed out of 3 night dresses since yesterday.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasting fiddlesticks! (There was not much use doing the blockquote, but I like it anyhow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm over it alreadyヾ( ´ー｀)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was out with Asou right after her lessons.&lt;br /&gt;We took the train down to Beloved Liang Court. Browsed through in Kinokuniya, got our junkys and headed down for our long-awaited udon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both had curry - mine's wafu and kunnie's porky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tha ball, we headed down to Daiso at Douby Ghaut, 2nd worst decision I've made today. The worst was to leave the house late today～（￣▽￣～）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People. People. People.&lt;br /&gt;Not just any kind of People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindless Brush-passer People(ノ◎o◎)ノ(ノ゜O゜)ノ(ノ◎o◎)ノ(ノ゜O゜)ノ&lt;br /&gt;I hate People more than ever now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got our loot and made off quick. Trusty Sah/ipod did the end-day beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;I've filled it up with more songs already, but I stripped most of the english numbers out just to make space for Plastic Tree（´∀｀）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells, I might just ********** againヾ(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-8744500265485564409?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8744500265485564409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/8744500265485564409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how the heavy rain had colored it, just a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like pastel colors washed again the large canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At where the earth and the sky meets, there was mere light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect for a wake, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-4262250068834031355?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4262250068834031355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/4262250068834031355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572368047602732101-4060992192659572462?l=stsubacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4060992192659572462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/02/blockquote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/4060992192659572462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572368047602732101/posts/default/4060992192659572462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsubacey.blogspot.com/2009/02/blockquote.html' title='The blockquote'/><author><name>stacey 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