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❤ She
Miss Janna
23rd Nov 1989
Twenty this year
❤❤❤
Baby Love
Family and all precious friends (:
❤ Credits
Myself & Adobe Photoshop (:
❤ Monday, November 24, 2008 ❤
Alrights, an update on my birthday (: I guess this entry would interest my readers to stop and read right? Haha!
So yup, everything started on 23 Nov 2008 in the afternoon, around....let me see.. 145pm? Actually it could have been earlier but as usual, I was spending more time up there dolling myself up while dear boyfriend was waiting patiently downstairs, with zero complains always. Sorry baby!!! Thank you for your patience all the time, I super duper love you! Hahaha! (: Okay, anyway, this entry might get a lil mushy here and there, so if you're not suitable for such contents, please switch to reading other blogs (:
Ok, back to story. I was shocked to see baby with his casual wear and his empty handed hands. Logically speaking, there should be presents lar right? Haha :p He surprised me later after swirling his car key around his finger, naughty naughty :p He had his outer jacket left at the car and presents at the boot.
He gave me his specially made card, okok, it's not card but rather many cards. Haha! Every page is filled with suspense and excitement and I had to follow his instructions by carefully flipping page by page under his instructions. So fun! I love to play games! Haha (: Then, he gave me my first present which was my favourite Agnes b. bag, the favourite colour and the favourite model. After which, we went on with our game to collect my second present! A nice bouquet of red roses. I kinda 'scolded' him why waste money but he said that, 'birthday should have flowers de mah', then i gave him a big wide smile and a kiss on his cheek! (: Really love the red roses, it's really really very pretty. Very outstanding, very much loved by the birthday girl (: Then we went to lovenest to get the other 2 more presents he had prepared for me, 1 handmade and 1 bought. The one bought is my newly obsession now! Haha.
Thank you baby for all the preparation and effort. You're very much loved by me as well, do you know? (: <3 <3 <3
Lunch was at Aston's. The place which served damn good western food! 4 stars for them! Hang around at town before heading to our next location which is the last location of the day. Our dinner place! It's at this Jap Fusion Restaurant called 'Dozo', I guess some of you should have heard it before. It was seen in the commercial some time ago. It's a fine dining meal so yup, baby's and my first experience at it. They served really fabulous food, dish by dish. Even before everything starts, they've got someone to introduce and make recommendations to us (: Good service! Dessert was even better because we had more than others! Special thanks to baby's friends who's working as chefs at the restaurant, only then could we be entitled to such treatment. Haha (:
I would have to say that other than those celebrations that I had with my family, this has gotta be one of the best ever! It's finally a proper celebration with my boyfriend with zero hiccups. All that was revolving around were his smiles, many loves and understanding that I would never exchange it for something else. Love my baby love (:
After all the words, the next entry would be filled with pictures!
Miss not!
