so the birthday came and went--
the primary school chickkies threw me a surprise.
:) the pictures tell the story.
(thank you for the lovely food and the even lovelier time)



fringed, all of us. and proud of it. except maybe ting, hers was urm.. well.


wanting cannot count.


this is 5. (part of our series of finger flashing numbers. we got up to 10!)


what's celia's birthday with no sparklers?


what's celia's birthday without a celia dance? this one was a cross between daph's ballet and li's hiphop. wanting's dance is too hardcore for me ah, i was afraid i would fall off a bar table.


the girl who never stopped caring for me, though time got between us, i thank you, for that sunrise openness, for those hours of advice, for letting me into your heart. i love you ting, and i love the person inside too. still the man


i think of the four of us, this one's the oldest, but the baby of us all--the girl who talked hours with me on the phone, who cried with me, and always took my side in the friend-don't-friend game, without whom primary school life would have been lonely as hell. i miss you daph.


i shouldn't have to say i love you, lili, i'm sure you know by now. i wouldn't be who i am without you. cheers, cos here's to more supper nights, and more hen parties, and more laughter, and more tears(we wouldn't be who we are without them), more bitch fests and more lalaland days.