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Armed with my army of white shirts, here I go!

Just have to remember to zip my bag AND ALL IS GOOD

my twentieth

I just have to blog about the wonderful people who made my birthday awesome. Totally didn't expect it, especially these few classic moments: Epic Phail Birthday Surprise (thanks to my godawful timing), my first Bollywood VCD (not just one, but three hot guys), Very Shag Day with People (you know who you are) semi-forcing me to buy souvenirs ("because it's your birthday!")and so on.

It's wonderful, really wonderful because you guys are out there, and you guys are people I really want in my life. These days I've been learning about appreciating people for who they are, precisely because I didn't do so. I'm regretting it so badly, but at least I know better now. Sometimes I think, SHIT I'm almost twenty and I still managed to make such a childish mistake? But then again, I cringe at my primary-school diaries (I called myself a Teen and was god-damn proud of it. Shoot me.) Back then, when I was writing it, I didn't think it was stupid. Of course, there are other mistakes which, till today, I'm still ashamed of. Which I would writhe in horror and guilt just to recall it. This is my latest mistake, probably my second-most-horrible one, so far, that I wish I can just erase off cleanly. But I can't, and post-mistake remedy is not going well.

For my birthday, I would like to pour all my Birthday Wishes and Luck into my efforts to at least soothe the open wound. And all my previous years' of Birthday Wishes and Luck, because I've never used them.

Please. It's my birthday. Please.

Sorry for being so sappy but it's my birthday ya? BO BIAN. I SHALL HAUNT YOU GUYS : D

the Hit List

I hereby declare that I'm going to capture the following people:

1. Lye Wai Leng

2. Wang Jia Ni

3. Wong Oi Shan (update: I spare Oi Shan because she actually has photos : D)

4. Xu Jing Hui

in photos, with every chance I've got.

This amazing brainwave came after a chance realisation that I would be 80 one day and I would find that there are no photos of the Youthful Me.

Like most girls, I grew up with hundreds of toddler photos. (All babies are photogenic, ya?) Then, the numbers dwindle mysteriously to the point where I shun cameras by reflex. I ostensibly believe that all my photos would turn out bad.

You know what I mean don't you : D

But today, I was confronted with the sheer alien-ness of five new tagged photos, OF ME, in my facebook feed.

As usual, Glam Meter near zilch. I'm still the awkward mess you find in candids (even in the posed ones).

But these are photos of me when I was nineteen : D

My point is, there is no need to look good in all your photos, friends. I shall spare no one. Ho. Ho. Ho.