we’ll let the pictures do the talking! (literally, cause i’m too lazy to bother with text. captions will do!)
the two mensa girlies.
i forgot how this picture was taken. i think i was trying to avert the avid shutterbug thiang. ("avert the avid"’s a bit of a tongue-twister isn’t it? heh.)
from here on, the pictures are all slightly crazy cause we had finished dinner and were just mucking around.
they are also heavily photoshopped cause (i won’t mince my words here), we all look like shit in the originals. 
were you trying to smack thiang’s head, shy?
proper group shot.
okay, so the scene which took place before this picture was taken was this:
*scrambles around*
"come! come! let’s all take a shot with us pointing at thiang’s boobs since she’s the only flat-chested one among us!"
"okay okay! yay!"
*positions ourselves, big grins framing our faces*
*thiang wails*
er, we’ll leave the description for this to later.
this shot wasn’t as easy to take as it looks.
and i realised my cheekbones look quite scary.
i like this one best. it’s my wallpaper now!
less photoshop for this one. and i think thiang looks real cute here.
thiang, you should walk around with this expression permanently stuck on your face. 
candid picture!
kimo’s right ear interests me.
kimo, sorry, unflattering pic! shyanne looks mysterious. thiang looks like she can’t speak properly.
i look like a fish.
the girls forced us to take this.
shy, your hair is eating you up and threatening to eat me up as well.
i have no idea why thiang looks delirious.
after dinner at fish and co, we then headed to arab street for sheesha!
it was my first time trying sheesha and being the enthusiastic little bee that i was, i buzzed around the pipe a little too much, taking in too deep breaths.
which of course, resulted in me feeling groggy after about half an hour.
the boyfriend did say i was a natural though. 
it was a pretty good birthday in general, cause other than the fantastic company, i also had sincere wellwishes and cards!
thanks to sujith darling, nadia shah, kimo, thiang, shy, david, eric, uncle jay, posh jie jie, carrie, malcolm, daniel, karl, joshua, grace, cheryl, jiangrong, melvin, joanne, dave, benson, manda, xueting, derren, darryl, dee and all the barflies for your smses, tags, comments, facebook msgs!
special thanks to uncle jay too for his chalkboard drawing:
ah yes, he’s been calling me tadpole ever since he read that particular entry.
as for the cards …
see that 作文纸 thinggy?
the boyfriend wrote me a letter on that, in chinese, totalling 4 pages!
now i can really tell people i’ve received a true blue 情书。 
i’m not about to reproduce the letter though, cause some points are for my *ahem* private reading only, and i’ll not be doing justice to his pretty handwriting by typing it out.
shyanne and kimberly also tried to fool me with my birthday gift, putting it in a ngee ann printed envelope and telling me it was something from mr shan.
of course i called their bluff.
i ish not stewpid hor!
and well, if till now you still have yet to figure out who the new boyfriend is, you ought to be smacked. (the kissing picture’s big enough okay!)
he’s 30, (okay, altogether now, gasp!) and well, 11 years older than me.
see, i told you i liked my men old. 
and you know what they say about older guys always wanting you to "grow up" and meet their maturity level?
he is however, extrememly forgiving towards his nut of a girlfriend who has bouts of random crazinesss.
i do suspect it’s cause he’s pretty nutty himself.
also, i do have my mature moments. (they just don’t surface very much when he’s around)
well, you guys’ll be seeing more of him in time to come, so the formalities can wait.
:D
over at the office, the PR team as well as some of the Account Servicing colleagues threw me a surprise birthday party.
basically, they all left their seats around 6, and it was just me, and my supervisor around. (let’s call him D)
so D walked up to me, and asked if we could talk.
of course my natural instinct told myself, "eileen, you’re in deep shit" but i still waited to see what he would say.
he asked,
"eileen, have you heard anything bad about your working attitude from S and N lately?"
S and N are the colleagues who delegate the bulk of the work to me.
"no, why?"
"oh, cause … (long pause) they’ve been telling me some stuff about you. are you sure they haven’t told you anything?"
*thinks hard, then decides to be honest, which was a pretty dumb move*
"well, for S not really. As for N, she just told me to be more careful cause i’m getting a little careless due to me being so busy."
"ahhh.. come, let’s head to the boardroom so we can have a better talk."
*follows D into boardroom, spies someone’s ass, and knows immediately what they’re up to*
the next half an hour was then spent being touched over them taking pains to plan the surprise, making my thank you speech, cutting the yummy cake, then muching on it and the gummy bears which were used to adorn it, and wondering to myself how stupid i was to spill to D my flaws when he obviously weren’t picking on them.
and the worse thing is, i had decided that when it’s time for me to bade my goodbyes, i would only write cards/notes to the colleagues whom i like and are nice to me, and totally ignore the rest.
unfortunately, since they’re all so nice, (well, maybe only because it’s my birthday), i can’t possibly be discriminatory and only write to some of them.
still, i don’t want to be a two-faced hypocrite.
i think i shall choose nice cards for the genuinely nice colleagues, and generic, slightly-fugly ones for the rest.
heh.
and hereso ends the post-birthday entry.
i’m 19!!!
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