As I write this, ti is 3:55am and, oh crap, we have practice tomorrow.
November 25, 2009
This trip to KKB brought back a lot of memories.
Especially of our third training camp. One year back, it was so different.
Sometimes, I really have to agree with Marc. This year's team are spoiled like a bunch of rich kids.
Last year, we only had five graduates with us: Joshua, Alan, Aaron W., Arthur and Patrick.
We set the system up.
We handled our own dramas, praise and worship sessions, song arrangements, icebreaker screw ups, totally blocked flows.
We ate, slept and got to the hall on our own accord.
We did the background stuff: logistics, music, sound problems, everything.
We had to come in a day before the Rally to clear up the admin stuff.
We did our logo the day before the launching so it could be printed on the banner and our t-shirt design only came out the week before the Rally.
We designed it. We (or at least Beatrice) photoshoped everything.
We couldn't ask for advice. We couldn't ask for encouragement. We didn't have people with us, coaching us, guiding us, at every single one of our practices just supporting us and pushing us on and telling us how many days away the Rally was.
Well okay, that was one of the biggest lies ever. We totally did, and AUNTY PAT deserves all the credit for that, and occasionally Patrick, and yes, we did have a few graduates around during more than just a couple of our daily practices.
But here they are with a whole team of people having their backs on everything. They have no idea how lucky they are.
And you know why, even though we know we've been through harder, that we're still doing this for them?
Because we love them. I mean, seriously. We love JYM and everything that represents it too much to ever want to give it up, or stop serving. Because this where we found our family and our ever-amazing, oh-so-awesome GOD. Because we just can't get enough of watching HIM transform the lives of so many other people every year. Because they mean that much to us. Because every new team member is a living, walking, talking miracale.
THAT is how much potential you have, you small-farted OTs. Reading your blogs are already making me cry.
Too bad last year I was the only idiot on the team with a blog and no one else would so openly release their feelings for the world to see but Daniel. He was my only associate in the blogging arena. Tsk.
But still.You guys have transformed since the first training camp, and now each of you has a story to tell, a story that will move hearts of stone. And you still don't know it. You still don't realize how precious each and everyone of you is in the sight of the LORD.
Don't worry about it, I've had graduates telling me that for the past two years and I rarely understand what it means.
But you'll understand. One day, someone will just come up to you and say, "Hey, you changed my life." And then you'll understand.
That GOD has this fantastic plan completely mapped out for you. Just for you.
You know how sometimes you hate the graduates during feedback sessions? And keep saying, "This isn't my fault, I'm still so inexperienced, why do you think we know everything all the time, how could you make us handle this kind of pressure?!" Well, maybe you aren't.
But last year, we went to the extent of calling them "hentam sessions". Until Aunty Pat told us to stop because she said she was trying to build us up, not whack the emotional daylights out us.
So we stopped using the term within her vincity.
But look at us now. We're the ones telling you what you're doing wrong and trying to make you see why it isn't working out.
Believe me, one day you'll come to love how we shoved what we did in your face all the time.
And yet again, you puny people have it so smooth. Last year, Aunty Pat refused to affirm us during affirmation. And we were freezing our asses off, not in the chalet, but in the other store room. We had to finish everything in one shot, so there were no breaks between seventeen people (Valerie was absent) for four and a half hours. But it's so touching to see that the entire OT of 2009 love each other so much. So cherish the rest of the experience while you can. Thou shall not and cannot and will not regret it. Really.
And I always thought it was scary how the graduates notice so much, and how all of them always knew the same thing. Now it totally freaks me out how much they really knew and just weren't letting on. But I'm starting to understand. And you will, when you become one of us. *muahas.*
When I look at this year's team, it takes me back to last year, honestly.
I wanted to ask whether any of the 08 team remember our launching.
The one I volunteered to lead after our fellowship?
You have no idea how much I felt like crying and did cry at every mass. I was so stressed out, and I know most of you, especially Crystal, Roeshan, Darren and Vanessa were doing their best to work with me, and they did, really, they did. But it was just so emotionally taxing, so stressful, that I still couldn't handle it. I still remember how Aunty Pat and Uncle Richard totally screwed the team on Sunday, which is why I never got around to it. Beatrice was sobbing so hard that day, she made me feel like doing so, too. I realize now that I could have asked for help but was too stupid to do so. All I wanted then was just for you guys to show up at mass on time.
Don't say sorry or pity me now. I'm not angry at you guys for this, nor am I unwilling to forgive and move past it. I just wanted you to know.
When I think of what we went through, it just makes me feel like laughing and crying at the same time. But I think if I could go back and experience it again, I'd be crying too much to be able to laugh at all the funny parts. That's how much I miss the outreach team experience sometimes. I still love them, and always will love them. As much as I've come to love the graduates.
And even though we don't stay young forever and we'll grow and move on one day, the funny thing about being a part of JYM is that one fine day, a few years down the road, you can still come back and be greeted by your old (old) friends screaming your name and hugging you and having everyone else call you an old fart like we did behind everyone's back last year. I clearly remember Marc telling us last year that even if we stayed away from JYM for years we could still come back and be a part of the hype. But it depends on how many can stand being so far for so long.The thing is, you can't live in your past. There's no point in missing it that much, because then you'd be missing out on your present and you future. But they make good memories to smile at as you think upon, and to remember the idiotic things you once did and had a part in.Another thing from last year. Remember it, even if it'll take a while to figure out.
You can want the best for you. Your family can want the best for you. Your
friends, your teachers, Aunty Pat, Uncle Richard, all the graduates can want
the best for you.
But what you think may be the best for you may not be God's best for you.
God thinks in supremely funny ways, and he has different ideas about the best for you.
But know that's God's best for you is the best best for you there could possibly be.
So even if you don't think it's best for you,
trust God and let Him make it HIS best for you.
Now, be glad and place your hope in the Lord. For He'll give you better than you could ever imagine. --Mary HAD a little lamb--
2:16 AM
The post before my other post.
Okay lah, you monkeys, that bored is it, that you have to keep asking me to update my blog? Well, here you go:
Day 1
Finally finished packing. Ran off with Joshua, Evelyn and Vanessa to pick up Alex so we could get out of bringing down the equipment. Sat behind Jeanne and Elizabeth Chang on the bus, both of whom were probably thinking what retarded nutcases they had as graduates who were sitting behind them and being such nuisances, but then Darren, Vanessa, Angeline and I just couldn't shut up.
Reached KKB and let the OT set up. Ran through the icebreakers that day and I kept forgetting to whack Kevin hard enough to make him play on the right cues.
I honestly had no idea how I ended up playing for praise and worship that day. All I know is that I definitely had no idea how to play Jesus is My Rock. At all.
Dreamt of logistics, Victor losing a cable, Aunty Pat scolding him, Patrick looking extremely tense and Sheldon and I giving each other "are they ever pissed off" looks.
Day 2
There was so much to do and so much...we just couldn't do. Alan and I noted that the Slipper Lady began making vicious attacks on all our slippers. XD Beatrice came with her Leo leadership camp people and who else could have been there?
Christopher Saw. For some reason, he has always reminded me of Elmo.
My brain just works in unfathomable ways.
The graduates spent most of the day doing the black light and admin stuff until Inner Healing. I am sorry to say I completely dozed off between Darren and Angeline, but how else could I have stayed awake with so little sleep for the rest of camp?
Then there was mass.
Father Anthony, how could you accuse me of spending too much time on Facebook?! There are so many other team members who just seem to be on it 24/7, least to say the OT. =.="
Vanessa and I gave up on sleep, since I intended on washing my hair and had to let it dry. We stayed in the canteen until four-thirty after eating apples and chocolate Twiggies and vanilla buns. X) Then we went back to the dorm and stayed outside even longer, still talking like we would never have the time to do so ever again.
Day 3
The rest of the graduates ran off to the bigger obstacle course while Beatrice, Darren, Angeline, Vanessa, Beatrice and I were filling water balloons. The (smaller) Beatrice finally ran off. And minutes later, Uncle Richard and Aunty Pat ran out of the hall screaming "WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER?!"
Of course we found her. Having taken Jordan to the chalet. =.="
After games, we (Darren, Vanessa, Angeline, Sheldon and I) had a furious feedback session about having to run the stations (while Chrishen, as usual, was just another blur monkey).
That night, with Jude, his family, Aunty Pat, Uncle Richard, Aaron W., Alan and Patrick gone, we had an awesome but short-lived Dancing with the Lord session, and after that ended with Together We Stand.
Oh, like Vanessa and I were really going to let the sudden instinct to sing our theme song go unnoticed.
She got on the keyboard and I grabbed Alan's guitar. Recieve the Power! :)
Then someone asked to project Friends so we could sing it too. That just made it so...emotional. Really. I felt like crying so bad, just like Evie and Grace and Laura, who gave in to her tears.
Sleeping after it all was not an option, okay. Angeline, Vanessa, Joshua and I ended up in the canteen, repeating ghost stories. Then we were joined by Chrishen. Then the rest of the graduates.
So you can imagine how much noise we were making until two something, when Laura announced she was tired and had decided to go back to the chalet. Well, since she and Angeline claimed to be to freaked out to sleep there alone, Vanessa and I joined them.
It was so freezing cold. And I wish that was the reason we stayed up until four-thirty again, but it isn't. Hey, this kind of opportunity will be scarce for the next two years, so why not use it while we can? If I didn't keep yawning we would have stayed awake the whole night.
I'm going to miss you, but then, I'd have to someday. We've been Siamese twins for long enough, joined at the hip ever since we planned revenge on those two mindless, pound-worthy idiots (though we had enough sense never to execute it). A lifetime's not too long to live as friends and what goes around will come back to haunt them in their dreams. X) Take care, dear.
Day 4
Beatrice woke me up at seven thirty and had me walk around the camp compound three times without even washing my face and shivering like I was locked in a freezer just to tell me...they took back the bucket.
I was thoroughly annoyed all through breakfast until feedback, when I just couldn't be annoyed anymore.
We managed to pack up quickly enough so Darren, Vanessa, Angline and I could run to the bigger obstacle course, where Shamus, Michael, Jordan and Roger joined us later.
If I weren't so scared of getting wet right before we went back, I would have tried everything.
But the best part was this.
Scene: On the balancing plank above the water:
Me, Shamus, Darren
*steps on the plank* Why is it moving so much?
Stop shaking your legs!
I'm not shaking!
Yes you are, look at the board vibrating like crazy.
Better yet:
Scene: On the "Hickory Jump", the one where you jump off the step and grab the bar like a trapezee artist.
I can't jump.
Yes you can! It's such a short distance.
Ya, don't worry, just jump!
No, I can't, I can't!
Jump, I'll catch you if you fall!
*prepares to jump, then stops* I can't jump!
JUMP!
Eh, you better jump, Joshua's coming.
Yeah, he will definitely make you jump.
*looks over shoulder and sees Joshua approaching* *JUMPS* *catches pole, swings on it and lands*
ROFLMAO.
We went back to the hall to wait for the bus. Which wasn't just one hour late. Or two.
We waited three hours for our bus to arrive. O.="
During which our time was not ill spent with Joshua relating stories of Michael, Sheldon and NS ghosts.
The OT will never shower in peace come the Rally. XD I've heard them all at least thrice and been to KKB the same number of times, and nothing has ever scared me while I was in the bathroom.
Ghost stories just have no effect on me.
On the bus back, we played the same game the graduates of last year played with us. And I came to realize Michael Ho and I may look miles apart, but we have the exact same laughing face. Well, duh. We're related. X)
I'd love to go on, but it is so unfortunately past two in the morning so I shall be super emo some other day and post an immensely heart-warming and intense post, okay? For now, enjoy my mindless blurts. X)
--Mary HAD a little lamb--
12:10 AM
revelations.
November 19, 2009
I fell in LOVE. :)
You know, I've always been under this impression that I'll just know from the start when something is right in my life. That I'll always have this undescribable gravitation to whatever's right for me, whether it's rational and logical or not. I've always thought my instincts and gut feeling could be trusted fully to take note of something I know will make a difference and to make the right decisions.
So was I right?
Was I ever. X)
Of course I knew, the minute I walked into the room and saw you sitting there, that I needed you. It was like finding another part of me, a discovery that just put a smile on my face the second you came into my line of vision. :) Beautiful and redheaded, you spoke for everything I wanted to say but just couldn't find the words to.
But what my instinct didn't know was that I'd have to go through so much more before realizing that nothing else can feel like such a big part of me. Because regardless of how much I've tried to look for a replacement, that's what you've always been.
A part of me. :)
Maybe I just think of you as someone like me because you are. Small, short, thin, multi-taskable, multi-purposed, different and Compact with an heartstring-tugging voice. Besides, you have to admit, you look oh-so-totally good with me. X)
I love you. And you know I do. :)
Even if I do *Sh-mack (credits to Evelyn, the Drama Mama XD) you a lot.
I
like LOVE.
Awesome? Because it's MINE. :)
I feel like I'm walking in the footsteps of my elder counterpart. XD
Ibanez.
But maybe that's just what works for you and me and him. :)
I love you more than I could ever love this part of me.
But I'd never tell you that.
For more pictures, view my Facebook page. :)
--Mary HAD a little lamb--
4:18 PM
Does Blogger have a word limit?
November 15, 2009
TODAY...
...I think I'll start from the top. :)
Thursday.
I went to BEATRICE's to *work*. And guess who opened the door? CLAIRE. :) Who I gaped at because she was gaping at me first. XP
Between *printing and cutting illegal money* and her explaining it to me, I told her everything. And being the ever-popular, president-of-Leo-PJI Beatrice, she obviously knew everyone I mentioned. And so did her brother, who, to my great fortune, locked himself in his room. :)
So that's one person off the list.
Then we went to Sri Hartamas to fetch DARREN before going shopping! At Tesco. XD Where we first visited the kiddie section because Darren never gets to there.
The same people who were retarded enough to go check out microwave prices with me and consider buying instant pasta so we could cook it on her stove at camp. XD
On the way back to Kelana Jaya, I told Darren everything.
So that's another person off the list.
We finally got back to KJ, but not before Darren and I soaked ourselves rushing around under the burst pipes in the sky to buy those *strings and poppable things*. XD
After (me) changing and printing out the rest of our *money*, we ended up judging the hot and the not of Beatrice's Facebook friends. XP
Darren, Darren. Eighteen, I can accept. Lingerie model? That's another story. XD And what kind of I-don't-even-know-how-to-use-Facebook stalker did I ever hire? XD Well, at least now you know.
Beatrice, Beatrice. One word: Long. Another two: too old! seven years. XD
Friday.
The last day of school was...uneventful.
Oh, and you did ask how I could stand it. Well, she may be an infuriating gossip who tries to poke her head and mouth into everything and he may be a cowardly twerp, but that just goes to show they aren't worth my time crying or depressing over. Why does what they say have to disturb me when that's all it is? What they say. Is that anywhere near as important as the truth and your dignity?
I am proud to say we actually accomplished quite a lot during practice. =) Or at least for that, that, that and that. Oh, and that. =) It was very satisfying. :)
Saturday.
Church. 7.30 a.m. To pray (konnonye).
Breakfast was eggs and sausages. And...
JOSHUA, me, SHELDON, VICTOR
...Damn tired la. I slept at two last night.
Me too!
What were you doing so late?
Um...writing?
Writing?? Writing what?
Aiya, must be her diary la, what else?
Ohh...journaling...
Eh, quite hard to find people keeping diaries these days.
Well, I have three.
HAH? You write three diaries at the same time?!
No la, I've been writing since standard four...
Oh...but three? That's not that many.
People don't write in it everyday la.
But I write quite often.
How much do you usually write? Just one line, is it?
Well, the shortest would be about three pages and the longest was...six pages.
O.O"
What do you write so much about?!
*Marc joins the table.
Eh Marc, did you know she has three diaries? Probably writes about us a lot la.
Aiya, if you just flip back to early last year, you'd probably see, "Dear diary, today I just saw Marc for the first time! HE'S SO HOT!!!"
XD
Nice try. But I saw you for the first time in '07. XP
After that the Renewal programme started. But...I'd rather describe the experience as a whole, so we'll pass that bit for the moment.
Went to fetch Joshua's car in Marc's new Mercedes. C= Marc and MICHAEL comfortably sitting in front while Joshua, LAURA, MICHELLE and I were squashed at the back. Called KEVIN through the car's radio/navigator/whatever else it does just to have someone to call. X) Laura and Michelle pretty busy pressing all the buttons they could reach from the backseat.
Michael, Michelle
Sam, why you so quiet? Probably plotting what she's going to write about us in her diary la.
Dear diary, I don't know why I have such retarded friends people I just met.
But this was the best part.
Marc, Michael
*points at the circle next to the speedometer* Eh, check out this cool thing la. I have no idea what it does, but it has two hands!
*looks at the circular thing* That's - a clock.
Michelle, Laura and I burst out laughing like hyenas all the way to church.
It even had the numbers 1-12 around the edge!
Marc. Is clearly lacking in a few vital brain cells.
The day wore on until Inner Healing later that night.
Inner Healing. I think the number of those I went through last year has slightly damaged my Inner-Healing mood. Seriously. For the past 11 months, as other people reconciled, came back to God, wept and dried their noses on their sleeves, I was always the one...grinning like a loon.
Oh, don't get me wrong, I totally felt the presence of the Spirit in me. But it was just so...peaceful. Relaxing. Rejuvenating. Hyper-ing.
Hey, at least I didn't burst out laughing like some totally high nutcase, okay?
Though I should have. X) Drunk on God' love, right NICHOLSON?
I have a feeling Inner Healing isn't going to stop making me feel totally pumped up anytime soon. X)
And that's just the way I want it.
Dear diary, today, Marc started calling me "compact". Well, it's an improvement from "short stuff", so I don't think I can complain. Nicholson, Sheldon and Victor played "testing Sam's reflexes". I would have kicked them like a lot of people suggested, but then I didn't want to risk them losing any teeth or I'd probably be footing the dental bill. (Just kidding.) And sometimes I wonder why God made me so easily tickle-able. Now Michael won't leave my head alone. Really, what kind of sense of humour does God have?
Sunday (today).
GRACE was sketching. A lot. =) Personally, of course, I loved the ones that had to do with the renewal. Like the symbol with our names inside. And the sketch of CHRISHEN, Joshua and I sitting in a row from the back. And the profile of the RYM guy sitting across the aisle. C=
There wasn't enough food for lunch. So I skipped, aside from Nicholson's donation of chicken to my early-tea-less stomach. XP
Very Too soon...it was time for praise and worship. It may have felt odd, but it must definitely have looked mental wearing a wireless and holding a wired mic at the same time. But...praise and worship was good. =)
And then the red balloon. Oh my gosh. Sometimes I am in such cynical awe of my own blur-ness.
I walked backstage to get my red balloon when I saw this unknown guy in a white shirt sitting there. Of course I wondered why he was grinning at me and smiling. =.="
SHAMUS.
The red balloon was...acceptable to me, since I know I definitely got my facial expressions right most of the time.
Though the fact that AUNTY PAT was sitting right in front with face she always has definitely helped some. X)
We finished off with mass. And then everyone disappeared.
The way graduates always do when it comes to packing up.
So who was left fixing all the partitions? Grace. Shamus. Me.
And UNCLE RICHARD of course. :)
After that, I went downstairs to wait while the rest of my family celebrated mass.
Thanks, dear long-lost cousin, for taking the sash. XD
After collection, MICHAEL (Baldwin), MICHAEL (Ho), ASHVIINA, MICHELLE (Nyanam) and I went to the mamak so I could get my way delayed lunch dinner. =) To tell you the truth, I kinda miss the food there. XD
And now. I'm studying drama.
If I didn't have enough to pursue in college already, I could just take a course in theater for all the work I'm doing on the subject now.
Wait 'til the short needle hits one in the morning. Two things will happen:
a) I get bombarded by awesome ideas for the script, and
b) I succumb to my hunger pangs and head to the kitchen. X)
I don't think I'll sleep tonight. By the time I finish here, it'll be time to head down to KL to search for my darling. X)
The funny thing about truth Sammie is that she may find it hard to differentiate between most truth and lies, but it isn't easy to check her out without her knowing. Or anyone, for that matter.
It's not what you say. It's not what you do.
It's your Body Language. :)
And the vibes you give off.
Like him. He totally gave off the "I want you next to me" vibe plus the "I am totally hooked on every word you say" kind of body language.
And him. The "Does-she-know-I'm-here/Is-she-going-to-walk-over-and-say-hi" aura and that "If you look at me more than once, I'm going to think you are so checking me out too" stare.
And him, as well. The "I don't know what to say, why don't I just walk past her and pretend I didn't see her" package. You're an amazingly nice person, but when it comes to facing me, you're a coward, you know that?
Same thing. All the time. The novelty is starting to wear off. Because, let's face it, they're all the SAME.
I know you're all still going to be a bunch of dimwits and keep up the pretense, but if you're getting the hint, snap out of it before it gets worse and I end up confronting you.
YAWN. Must continue drama study.
No matter how much he scares me and weirds me out...
I NEED MICHAEL Harman Ho Baldwin VOON. NOW. NOW. NOW.
--Mary HAD a little lamb--
8:52 PM
take note.
November 14, 2009
If I don't post my promised posts by Thursday, you can hunt me down.
But then, if I delayed any longer than that, my post by Tuesday would be long enough to write a novel. XD
Might as well just publish all three journals, right?
:)
--Mary HAD a little lamb--
11:09 PM
But according to him...
November 11, 2009
Thanks, Wesley. =)
For introducing me to Orianthi. :)
Because it is near impossible to find such a talented, prominent female guitarist so amazing she actually got herself the title of Michael Jackson's guitarist for his This Is It concerts. And is now officially my guitar-playing idol. X)
If anything, she is It. :)
Sorry I couldn't embed it. But what are you waiting for? CLICK!
Especially if you're a guitarist or just want to listen to an awesome song. :)
And in the meantime, you can hear this one out, too. :)
Oh, and another one!
Awesome stuff. :) Really. Go listen while I go on a Orianthi downloading spree. X)
The guitar solo and lyrics of Believe ROCK SOCKS.
You can't silence my love. ♥
--Mary HAD a little lamb--
8:40 PM
Over the span of just a few days.
November 10, 2009
Over the past few days I've learnt that......the waiters in the new SS2 Secret Recipe don't understand the meaning of "bill". =.="...Swensens is desperate to hire people to run the store on night shifts....looking for a job means filling out a lot of forms....to Kar Mun, that doesn't deter her from buying certain items of clothing and registering for tuition. XD...it would be prudent to learn how to converse in Cantonese and Mandarin before applying for jobs in SS2....renowned chain outlets like Starbucks and Secret Recipe stick to the rules too much. =.="...I have accomplished walking around the SS2 shop lots three times in two-inch wedges without killing myself. :)...getting a part time job in Swensens and being commited to JYM at the same time is impossible. ="(...when you are completely peeved at God and think there is no way He can get you and your insistent dad from SS1 to Damansara Utama to Kelana Jaya in ten minutes at rush hour peak...He clears all the traffic in a finger snap and proves how WRONG you were....I. Have. Got. To. Stop. Grinning. Like. A. LOON....either that guy is stalking me or somebody's trying to tell me something because it's more than just a coincidence that Michael Harman Ho Baldwin Voon is popping up EVERYWHERE. XP...it isn't necessary to understand everything that's happening in the first CT meeting, according to Victor and Nicholson. XD...it would also be prudent to bring shades on Saturday afternoon, especially when collecting (the much dreaded) chicken rice....oh, and also bring enough money to pay the chicken rice vendors. X)...it's nice to know people like Dominic, Jeanne and Daphney who are connected to both my friends in school and in church and in Taekwondo. :)...Chrishen is telling the truth when he says that being connected to the mailing list means having to check your email inbox more than just once every twenty four hours....when, upon reaching GSC with Gavin and not being able to find anyone relative within twenty minutes, just call April. =.="...big handbags were meant to be used to smuggle cookies into the cinema. X)...when a movie is captivating enough, you tend not to remember that you're supposed to be eating the popcorn between you and Yun Lynn. Therefore, you still have half your large box of caramel popcorn when the credits start rolling....when a movie is captivating enough, you also tend to pay so much attention to it that you are completely unaware of what the two people next to you are doing at all the dramatic parts and how Jason changed the seating arrangements so they were stuck next to each other for two hours. XD...the Time Traveller's Wife is one of those awesome movies. =]...when you wear your Leo shirt to Tropicana City, someone is bound to notice you. Right, Shannen? :)...Yun Lynn is a mirror aficionado. XD...I should have just eaten dinner with Jason and Gavin since my dad was actuallly in the middle of dinner when he called. PFFFFTTT.......there are too many reasonable excuses to be late for Sunday School. One of them is waiting for Michelle who was waiting for Ashviinaa. XD...I a) am not into him or him, b) did NOT too say her name with unreasonable anger, c) do not intend on meeting your mother, d) will not tell either of you his name so you'll either have to ask Daphney or Lyn for it, okay? =.="...Roeshan jokes too much....half an enormous bag of Twisties, a can of Pepsi, Amanda's cupcakes, Ivy's chocolate cake and gummies do not qualify as lunch. XP...Darren clearly needs someone to explain to him what "end of story" means. XD...I haven't seen Valerie in way too long. :)...when in dire need of a proper lunch, it is wiser to call Beatrice while she is still in A&W instead of waiting to inform her once she gets back to church....I should really start stretching my vocal chords before I have to fully exercise them again....according to Joshua, the mic is the only thing that can push me to my limits and give me my voice back. =.="And lastly, over the past few days I've learnt that......the African guy who always wears a coat to Sunday evening mass wears really funkay shoes! XDI'm sorry. I want to. But I just don't know how.
Wishes; Superchick.
The Form 3 class of 2009 (robbed from Amanda's blog). This was so definitely the best year. :)
Green yellow blue purple RED BALLOONS.
--Mary HAD a little lamb--
3:50 PM
