smile for me. (:

you said you don't want to grow up right?

with that, denny takes me to toys r us.

there, denny pointed out all these strategic board games he used to play. and i found the hippo game that i used to play with my siblings when we were small. and we would always lose the white marbles so we couldn't play anymore. -_- but we never did play much with board games.

i met a real football today. except he costs nineteen ninety-nine instead of nine ninety-nine so back on the shelf he went. he was much too expensive for me. but i held onto him for dear life until it was pay time.

denny is nice. thank you denny for being a nice boy. you are super.

he had to stall me because my siblings were decorating the house to make it feisty. except they took too long. @_@ after toys r using, party americaing, vonsing i was dead beat so i wanted to go bedding. and i drank too much water so i needed to go water closeting in the next six minutes or else i would've started to cry.

and i couldn't drive home because my father drove my dear car away after we went lunching with him, mother, and maribe. (she got signed out of school just to go lunching with me. (: glee. she is so blessed. that never happened to me in second grade. ever. or i should say anyone of us kwans.)

so after a spell, i just sit in denny's car and play with his guitar to relieve stress. and after he makes a call "for work" he finally takes me home. glee. run to the door. drop things. WATER CLOSET. yes. so blog, i didn't wet my pants. you should be proud. (:

maribe gave me a dolphin hair clip but i suspect that i got that for her when i went shopping for her in hong kong this summer. (: but what do you know. it's called recycling presents.

i rewalk in the house and *dun dun dun* a big poster awaits me that tells me "happy birthday homie e." made by ange, couldeena and omas. (: thank you dears. *hug*

they had little signs posted up on the walls too. i'm going to take them signs back to my dorm room and hang them up on my walls so it could be my birthday everyday. (:

and i shan't forget to tell ereka to sing happy birthday to me. everyday. remind me, blog.

omas blushed to the roots of his hair today. (: he drew a picture of us kwans and him included. and he attached it to string so i was to wear it around. and he made couldeena give it to me because he was turning red. (: eheheh. what a dear. and thanks davi for yours too.*hug*

on a sidenote, sorry omas for not bringing you cookies from the caf at biola. i left before lunchtime and i'm scared of the lunch lady.

did i tell you that one day me and hudsy--or rather, i was decorating sugar cookies at the caf for my siblings and omas. and the next thing i know is the lunch lady marches up to me and orders me to unhand the poor cookies and to toss them in the trash can. poor cookies. and i received an awful scolding except it was worser. poor cookies. and me and hudsy planned to run away but her eyes followed us. so hudsy had to throw them away and we ran out the door.

-_- another note: don't be a lunch lady when you grow up. they're awfully menacing. *shudder*