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Earworm: In Da Club~~50 cent *yo shortie, it's your birthday*

Oct 11: Mel's birthday
bought her a pale blue wallet with a small silver butterfly adorning the side, previously when we went out she was all indecisive over some wallets with butterfly designs at the wallet shop, ended up not buying anything(!) the wallet was hidden in FC's locker. (more on that later). YH also bought her a shirt from surfbay where we sewed Happy Birthday, Senior Citizen, We Love You! FC even stitched a TJC badge at the top left hand corner! everyone wrote messages on the back of the shirt, with someone contributing a "bootylicious" along with an arrow pointing to>> where else?
anyway, on oct 10, the girls were busy planning how to celebrate when FC suddenly asked me whether i wanna play the birthday song for her on guitar, coached by Adrian, me, mar and brit were the 'background noise' to his pro guitar skills. seriously i thought his acoustic was loud enough, we just add to the messiness, but who cares, it was fun learning, and its been a long while since me and mar practised together... i miss guitar! yea and i cant coordinate my fingers and voicebox together anyway, so when midnight came, (pizza was hidden in yh's wardrobe!) we snuck to Dunman's canteen and the four of us were sitting in the dark waiting for the birthday girl, escorted by FC, the rest were crammed in the toilets =p
before this, FC coaxed mel to accompany her to take laundry, and she was wondering why couldnt she have asked her room mate but obliged anyway, then puzzled over the small package FC retrieved from her locker when suddenly FC turned around and handed the wallet over to her! She was quite surprised, the surprise turned to apprehension when FC now led her over to the canteen, with the excuse of making a phone call.. *what the??? what happened to her handphone* she thought. by now she knew that we were lying in wait for her, she was just scared when we'll pounce on her in the dark. meanwhile, on our side, can hear the girls giggling and shuffling, seemingly amplified in the stillness of the night. someone accidentally turned on the automatic hand-dryer which gave a small shock, but no one screamed, contradictory to what the guys thought since the hand dryer in their toilet was turned on too and they were oh so freaked.
when she actually came into the canteen, we played and the other 3 sang the birthday song to her once, before repeating with the others emerging from their hiding spot and sang along. pizzas all round and KL contributed some gin tonic from her uncle, mel downed it in one shot. she hugged all the girls later, saying she was speechless.
at night in my room jol was suddenly craving for alcohol and meekly went to KL's room to take one shotglassful. it tasted oddly like pomelo, with mango smell, bittersweet. there's something seriously wrong with my senses. we played some silly drinking game, no rashes for her this time haha...
on another day in October, (forgot the date) was Stan's bday. the indons got him this PEENK creative mp3 player which we gave to him at night, being wrapped in tons of newspaper, a whole black rubbish-bagful! the nice guy treated us to sarpino's pizza some days later. mmm...