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Sunday, April 06, 2008

2 years ago:
gina and i were zooming around with my amateur driving and my (non-existent) topo skills to get the flower petals and balloons and wine and cake and what-nots and set up the hotel for a fantabulous birthday girl

a year ago:
we were trying to hide the huge ass box under the table and surprise her between the mains and the desserts

6 hours ago:
the last hour of rapunsale was disappointing. we tagged along behind her hoping with all hope she'll pick out like a stunning dress or sth expensive so we could get it for her there and then.

4 hours ago:
we ended up sipping green tea latte and hot chocolate. no nice bday pressie. 2 bday hugs in a creepy warm basement carpark lol

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!

2 minutes ago:
i'm hungwee =(

after all these absolute permanent fucking stress
we'll chillllllll and nuaaaaaaaaaaaa all day all night all the time!

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