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Saturday, December 8, 2007 1:20 AM


HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAN
I AM NO LONGER ABLE TO DISS YOU ABOUT BEING ONLY SWEETSIXTEEN.

The cake looks nicer than it tasted, okay. And Jan looks happy here. Birthdays make people happy. Let's have more of them.Awwww what a nice group photograph. Oh wait, something's wrong, someone is missing, WHERE IS SHANN? (I see her oh yes, over the hills and far away, far away in the meadows behind Michelle's head.)
There you go, that's better (although i look constipated)

Look at what i got jan :D It's a computer mouse. Yes, you have to click the boobies. (They're really nice to click okay, it's not just about the boobs haha)

This is a f______ retarded shot.

I went out with three different groups of people today, to have three different meals. I am so bloated now i think i can finally empathize with pregnant women. First up, i met joey chan mun yee and we totally stuffed ourselves with food and almost froze to death at fish and co, (we almost wore the same thing out too) Fish and chips, buttered mussels, shrimp pasta, jungle freeze = omg-i-could-just-go-on-eating-forever. Later, got the cake and met the clique for dinner. I can't wait for cris and qin to come back, full clique full clique yes. After dinner, i had supper with Mr druce teo at holland village (we wore the same colours). The mud pie was a killer.


I need to get my yay-i'm-flying-off-tomorrow-feeling.


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