'Fat-Bottomed Girls' went smoothly, and a major part of this success goes to a few tres tres awesome people out there. I had a superb time, albeit the consternation I received upon examining the abominable state of the suite after everyone left. It was like a gigantic, gooey and gruesome mess of chips, pizzas, punch and God knows what. Sigh, boys will always be boys.
To all those who turned up and had a blast, I'm pleased to know that you had an enjoyable time. To all those who turned up and thought it sucked big time, I'm sorry to have disappointed you. To all those who didn't bother to turn up and lacked the basic courtesy of informing Mich or myself, piss off. You're unworthy of our party and we're thankful for your absence. 'Fat-Bottomed Girls' will be a dreadful bunch of chaos, tears and the occasional attempts of murder, if not for a few sensible people that made it work out fine. Admittedly, during the course of planning this party, it sometimes appears as if Mich and I do not have enough brains to fill an eggcup. I give heartfelt thanks to the following people for being there to aid the dumb and dumber:
1) Huan Qing: You're the best! There will be no party at all if not for your generosity! Words cannot express our thanks to you. I can only hope that I can repay your favour one day. It's my duty so don't you go ''Aiya, never mind la'' as usual. I won't allow for that this time.
2) Jit Yew: Without you, everyone at the party will probably sue Mich and I for starving them. You were so worried that there won't be enough food, or rather edible food. But guess what? Everything turned out fine. Even the hopelessly lousy batch of onion rings were finished at the party. (Boys eat everything. Anything, as a matter of fact.) We really appreciate your time and effort. We're eternally grateful.
3) Tim Seow: Going back and forth to get that oven toaster was a feat and you left Mich and I feeling so indebted to you. Like Jit Yew, you are the reason the guests did not face the awful doom of a grumbling, empty stomach at the party. Sorry that Mich and I could not be of much help and we had to leave the chore of preparing the grub to you and Jit Yew. If we were left to prepare them ourselves, they will undoubtedly turn out to be grub too. The truly disgusting other meaning of 'grub'.
4) Alison: You deserve a big bear hug for walking the freakin' long distance and getting the drinks with Jit Yew. I feel guilty for making you guys do that when you guys are supposed to be the guests and I am ashamed for mentally labelling you a fathead initially. Okay, maybe not too ashamed. I mean, who gets lost in Orchard??? I love you so much! Hang on, strike that previous statement. I just remembered how you refused to let me sleep by whining in my ears about the stupid air- condition, pulling the hair on my head to figure out my threshold of pain, tickling me and poking me in the ribs when I am in a pathetic state of exhaustion. After being exposed to your retardosity, I don't love you that much after all.
5) Shivana Banana: Thanks for allowing us to burden you with the pre- party I-need-an-18-year-old and why-do-we-need-a-wok-to-fry-stuff problems. Even though I still don't quite agree with the representaion of the 2 funny, pokemon-looking, stuffed devils.
6) Dickson: Who, in the world, has a birthday bash without a cake? Mich and I. Thanks for rectifying our mistake with that yummy tiramisu cake:)
7) Poppy and Caroline: You brightened up our party with drinks and paper cups (Once again, who, in the world, has a birthday bash without paper cups? Go on, guess.), as well as your bright, dazzling outfits. It's a pity that we didn't get to see much of them since you guys left early.
8) Mousey: You printed out the retro posters! We're proud of you! Even though we're not so proud of the fact that you came at like what, 8??! So we didn't get to pin them up at all. Still, we're quite proud of you.
To everyone else I've unforgivably left out, I am really apologetic. Just know that you guys are the ones that made this party a success and we love you guys for that.
keep it SHUT;1:06 pm
The Queen Tells It Like It Is
Her Majesty
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Can crack a walnut with her butt
NastyLawn-mower
Pain in the arse
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Can You Make The Queen?
How to make a Cassandra
Ingredients:
1 part pride
1 part crazyiness
5 parts ego
Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of lovability