HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO

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MYSELF

haha.

It all started out with a dinner with all my buddies that could make it.
Sometimes I love occasion where everyone can meet one another after centuries, seeing how one another progress in life, I admit we are older than ever, or rather more mature. A mini-party at home with the food laughter and to-be-extinctionpolaroid.

After which a cosy ambience location where we chilled and rested on the couch; Balcony. It’s a rule for everyone to purchase a drink there, oh well.
My feet were stamped with 7-8 plasters resembling some freak, I am going to get proper sandals for such future occasions. I am not a high-medium-peep-toe shoes lover, my feet are anti-ing them. As the night falls, we proceeded to MOS for few more meet-ups and party till dawn.

One Negro dude from an opposite direction came grabbing my waist while I was walking to another side of the dance floor.
I gave a Karate chop to his hands and we gave weird stares to one another but just continue moving on.

Instant noodles for the hunger pangs for my girls and we headed back to my home. Wash-up, ranting about the no-make-ups face! AHHHH! The sleepy genes strike us, we had some “spiritual life” stories where Emily was behaving like a scary cat holding on tightly to my right wrist as though she is on her deathbed with her soul out from her body.

“Jade close the windows la, I worry my soul gets suck up!” Paranoid fellow.

Apparently, she said I took all the blankets for myself, kick her to the wall and held her hands and shouted “NO! NO!”
Were I that drama even in my sleep? Goodness, I bet she is lying. RIGHT?

Don't know why I am placing so much colours now.

The pictures are great with all the pretty faces (2 eyes, 1 nose, 1 mouth), take a look.