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TIQ.
I don't describe myself.
Saturday, January 6, 2007

Everything since 7.30AM had been sullen.
Till...
This is my summation.
Me and the girls.
As ravenous as we are, we attacked Bugis Seoul Garden.
Had our stomachs chock-a-block-ed with turkey, prawns, pastas.
Et cetera. Et cetera.
Clueless that it was a surprise belated birthday celebration,
it was just another jovial moment of eating for me.
I'm a sucker for surprises, Mind you.
And when they presented me with this lovely Green card,
I nearly went dumb.I was speechless.
Another surprise tak menjadi.
When i caught Khai red-handed sitting outside Diva,
holding on to a cute box.
After all the drama they acted.
They just wanted to aww me with a surprise,
buying me a cake behind my back.
I stood there in stupefaction.
It was a cheese cake with Oreo topping.


To the girls.
Cin, Sya, Fini, Khai.
From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU.
And though no thank you's are enough,
I appreciate your gifts.
You girls' presence meant more.
You girls are my sucrose.
Thanks fairies.
Im cloaked in my own merriment.
And.
This is my soliloquy.
My mirth.




Benediction.