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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Twenty Second on the 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th and a week laterOk I'm such a show off. This year was epic. I've awesome friends, really. One of my favourite thanksgivings. I thought I would be forgotten this year since I haven't celebrated my birthday properly as a single girl in about 4 years (Kinda sorry I missed out on my friends all this while..blowing them off was one of the worst stuff I ever did. They're damn loyal though. Thanks guys). I love secondary school birthdays because my crazy crew would do the silliest most memorable stuff. What I had this year topped those days of yonder years. I love my wonderful homies. Thank God for the digital camera cos I documented each celebration with panache. Aight. The Party People (in chronological order)  Chips, my bestest bestest girl buddy ever. Surprise at 1130 pm. FAIL. NipS sent some super FAIL message asking me if I was home.  with Liping the NipS. I love our mad exchanges on facebook. Veh inspired. I love my girlies.  The Bad Boys Crew. The ones who never back me up, who leave me in the lurch, who gang up to kill me on Extinction, who will hustle me for a dollar if they could. Nah, I owe D big time for alot of stuff. Winging for me especially. I know it kills a guy's ego to do that. As for W...I reserve my comments.  Diddy and Mommy! We had crabs at No Signboard and Corona at home. I really ought to hang out with them more, not just Sundays. My parents are really cool, open-minded and accepting people. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Aretha Franklin hollas.  My party organizer being crushed by my party host whose toilet door I broke. Thank you my best men! Deek's coolio. He picked up the pieces after Charmaine Skanky Tay, the other organizer, backed out. Oh and I asked him to organize the party. HAHA! Buay pai seh, that's me.  The lovely and sexy ladies who came for this thuggish bday!  Special mention to Wrong! She's damn good at co-ordinating surprises, doing the nitty grittys: things that boys suck at. And her very very wrong banana thing.  NO JACKIE NO! Ethel, can you tell I'm still sore that I'm not Jackie but Fez. Hahahaha. Love my Summer Roberts. As for Dan Humphrey here, okay la, many years of bro-sis relationship so he gets my love too.  Yenny colluding with Robs to lock me in said toilet. If Yenny was in NUS, I think he'll take over D's role as Wingman/Chauffeur. .jpg) Ng-Em-Chao Ah Lian's surprise :) Plus the pretty young things from PLCMC.  That's Ng on the left! Maundy Thursday was my birthday and Ng told me that something very awesome happened. I was like: WHAT? And then she said Jesus died (according to the Hebrew calendar) on a Thursday. I promised to blog about it because it's part of the magical beauty that surrounded this year's fiesta. Thursday-Good Friday-Easter Sunday Baptism. Alot of ruckus and then some, really good silences. Oh and that's Chanchan on the right. She paid for my dinner after our last G-cube and said it's my present. Good Woman! Haha. After exams, I'm looking forward to some good quality time with my sisters. Chan and I were tight this whole sem, but after G-cube, there was this whole mess of submissions + revision...so it's a date yah? OMG, this is becoming a shoutout. .jpg) Chao Ah Lian. Her presents: a sharp comb, fake bible and a really ugly pair of pants. LubxX euu 4eva worz. I make you look good lor Ah Lian, take a look at them cross eyes. .jpg) Emmy :) She is one of my closest and wisest sisters. Passion & Purity! I'm so thankful for her being such a support when I was going through crappy times and for always having her head screwed on right.  CG and ice cream! OMG look at how festive the cloth is. Chanchan, remember we kept singing jit pah ba. FINALLY...  SKANK. WHO. TOOK. A. WEEK. TO. HONOUR. ME.  And her very fruity and scheming boyfriend, Charles Booger Tan.  And THEIR gang. Fine, Char, they are your gang ok? I also have. I have my OC clique and Bad Boys Crew. Show gang la. See who win. Chao Ah Lian also part of my outside of school pack. This is some post. I'm just glad to have written it down for posterity or for whatever sake. Kind of a schizophrenic memorabilia. It warms the cockles of my heart.
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