...: The birthday of the master of Boris, the Cow

The following conversation took place sometime before the birthday dinner that prompted me to start this blog to save memories.

Daniel: What did u guys get me for my birthday last year ah?
Me: erm... is it?...erm...wait....
Daniel: You guys never give me present!!!
Me: Got la...pls...wait ah...its erm.........
Marc: oh! oh! tee-shirt! Audrey and i went to buy for you one....
Audrey looks lost...

For this year's birthday, we shared present for Daniel and got him 2 ties from Takashimaya. I forgot what the brands are for the ties but Chris (H) and i took a long time to choose it because both of us are not very good at ties u see. The ties are placed in a special bag with candles on the print from Borders. Since last year's Christmas party gift exchange, i realized the un-necessary-ness of wrapping gifts because lets face it, no 1 is going to sit there and appreciate how well this gift is wrapped. Thus, why not just get nice paper bags and put the present in? The paper bag can be reused anyway. Chris (H) got him another set of presents and also a 1kg Jupiter cake from Canele that gave us sore throats for days after... but what wonderful cake it was. The present was shared by me, Marc, Audrey, Co seng, Chris (D) and Edward.

Dinner for that night was at Trattoria Lafiandra at Prinsep street. It is a small rather cosy italian restaurant that serves excellent Tiramisu. I had the squid ink pasta and it tastes rather good, with loads of squids. Marc had a seafood paella which was huge and filled with seafood that had protective shells. The rice was non-existent though which caused him great distress. With good food, wine and wonderful company, the dinner progressed to games at Mind cafe just further up along the shophouses. We had more food there (Marc was finally satisfied), played some time-wasting mindless games before we moved to Citadel, which was so fun, and for the finale, the 1kg Jupiter cake.

The birthday continued the following night at St James Powerhouse for the Fabulous Sunday party, where i had a terrible orgasm (the drink, not the real thing). As for that night, i can't really remember much but i guess its just dancing and drinking and supper at Spize (i think).