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"Sugar and spice and everything nice,
that's what little girls are made of!"

- some wise man

For those of you who care, I would like a voucher from here for my 21st, thank you. Betula, go to Betula. I buy from her. Will be giving her my new address shortly. Or you can get it from me. =)

My other blog will be on Sabbathical for the coming year. Though you never know. I may write a surprise post.

My Dearly Beloved and then Some

Nanyang
Ali
Janice
May aka Vermin
Qing Jia aka Beeboo
Shu
Wei Zhi, Fluffy-puffy-white-little-ballerina-skirt
Xiuhui
Yap, Cuixian (and Adam) aka the Maniams. I would put Adam and Cuixian but Adam's not a Nanyang girl so I can't since this is the Nanyang column and we're very exclusive
Yuling, my Peardrop

S06B
Bird!
Bird!! (The Real One)
Debbie-web
Dipsy
Kai Ling
Rence
Serena!
Xin Xin
Zixuan

RJ and Beyond
Galen
Hui Mun
Sin Yee
Spoon
Vans
Xin Hui

Dawn-ie's brother, Paul
Nick and Nigel
XM's Pam
Ziliang, my cousin

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|| Saturday, July 21, 2007 ||

Those Deathly Hallows

*sniff*

Those were beautiful deaths though. Honour in death. Always had a thing for military men. Not merceneries though, not counted as real fighting men.

A small bit of it was quite as bad as the Da Vinci Code, but not bad overall, not bad.

To get to the point, today I got a golden balloon. They were giving out balloons in golden and black, but I don't like black as a rule plus to ask for two would seem greedy and appearances are so important, so I asked for a golden balloon.

I named him Snitch. Golden, and flies. Very suitable name. Would have named the black one, had I got him, Ink or Black. If you have a point, state it clearly. Subtlety is very much out of fashion.

As it was, I was careless and didn't tie Snitch properly, so Snitch flew away, and was lost to the trees. Rather prophetic, in retrospect.

Isn't this crytic. Ha ha.