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Sunday, November 18, 2007 12:55 AM

Birthdays are special days, we must never forget that.
Happy happy birthday Gwen, you're loved.

Timbre, my pretty ladies
We were trying not to think of how those on the road would think of us.
Ru was stressing me out,very much, very obviously
The must, the birthday wish


Ru was like EEEEE WHY IS YOUR HAIR COLOUR LIKE THAT?!! and i was like, no darling, it's just burgandy.

Michelle was fascinated with my fairness. Darn i'm so darn white
Ru's choreography
Happy people
Bel was giving me a really weird stare, so i returned it

That's all folks.


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