Now she hardly recognizes herself at all.

Listening to: Ferras // Hollywood's Not America

Say hello to my flying friend.

Hello!
Fly, friend, fly!

And because my flying friend is so special, she gets special birthday post. :D

Here are some facts about my flying friend.

• My flying friend is a narcissist. Too bad there isn't a bigger word for "narcissist", because it would suit her extremely well.

• My theory as to why my flying friend enjoys poking holes into her ears is because she had a lumbar puncture while she was still in diapers, drinking from a bottle filled with baby formula. Strange, but true!

• My flying friend has been my flying friend for 5 years. That's like ... 35 in dog years! Long!

• My flying friend and I used to speak in "Ye Olde English" back in Form 3. Just for kicks. And then there were the teeny sessions ... and those conversations with God ... Whaddafeck weih, friend. Why are we so weird?

• I love my flying friend because even through all the ups and downs, she's still my flying friend. :D

Happy Birthday, Jia Huey!
Now we go eat Carbonara and Mista Salad, yes?
Because I purposely put your name in purple. Haha.

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I had a happy for about 2 days after a certain someone came to visit.

Sadly, I ran out of happy this morning.

Thankfully, I got it back when Seng Lee bought me a Chocotop™ ice-cream from the McDonalds™ drive-through we happened to pass by while on the way home.
Made my day, it did. Thanks. (:

Oh. And having that bowl of Maggi Mee Kari™ helped too.

Fatsville, here I come!

And here's a snail for everyone from me.
Because I'm random like that.