♥Val's birthday partyyyyyy
(INCOMPLETE DRAFT)
It was a celebration for Val's upcoming birthday, and it was shitloads funnnnnnnnyyy. I totally had a good time laughing at people, and of course the intended birthday girl.
I met up with Wenfang at Dover, and took bus 33 all the way to Kent Ridge station. Jacq's description of the place in the message was, "Take 33 to kent ridge station. Then just walk there. It's at west coast opposite the cheese prata shop." Wenfang and I practically walked all the way to the cheese prata shop and went across We then called Jacq to confirm if we were at the right place, because we were at the back gate of some other place. We then realised that the Varsity Park Condominium was just opposite the station! We saw Joshua Toh at the traffic light, so we went in together. The security guard was a nice chinese guy, not like those stupid cocky malay or indian security guards who are so rude to teenagers and think that they damn cool. We went in to find the function room next to the swimming pool, and there was the whole group of guys having fun in the swimming pool. The entire place was B.E.A.U-TIFUL. I wanna move to Varsity Park Condo next time!
There was Hosea, Jacq and her BF, Lissa, decorating up the whole place with balloons and all. So the three of us helped out. We placed the helium balloons on the floor like an isle for Valerie to walk through when she comes in. We even thought of putting dry ice along the passageway. Grace Wee finally came, and we went out to fetch her. Wenfang, Grace, and I had a chat about some stuff, and don't forget our dinner thing alright, only three of us know about it! Hahaha. Everyone gathered back at the function room, to wait for Val's appearance, as Jacq went to fetch and delude her. The lights were dimmed once we were informed that she was arriving, like some VIP. Then she walked in, and surprise! She did look shocked, grinning ear to ear, walking down the isle of litted candles, to her name, VAL. We thought she was very surprised, but Jacq spoiled the surprise by accidentally messaging her, "How, do you still need me to stall time?" SHEESH. Oh well, she was the organizer, so everything was thanks to her. Dinner was catered to 10bucks per person, but the food sucked, except the dessert. There were no cups, we used the plastic bowls to drink.
I had a jolly good time watching and laughing at the guys sucking in helium, and talking in that cute and funny toneee. It was hilarioussss! Joker Kang YongZhi was like a balloon man, cutting balloons from around his neck whenever they needed it. Valerie had a go at it, and she sounded like a chipmunk!
They got her a cake from Awfully chocolate, and what was so coincidental was that the words, 'Happy Birthday Whiney Queen" on the rugby cake, was written by Alicia who's working there! Cool right! Hahahaa. The oh-so-smart Cedric and some others went to light up sparklers using the fire from the candles on top of the cake, and yay, the whole room was filled with smoke. It was ultra funny, and we all ran out of the room choking, like as if a fire just occured. Some still could go back and play twister, when the smoke hadn't subsided. The girls cut the cake for everyone, and it tasted fudging chocolatey goooooood.
We prepared a Butterfly Pinata earlier on filled with peanuts and Hacks sweets outside on a tree, and blind-folded Valerie with FBT shorts and Evan's shirt. We made her turn around at least 30 rounds, and asked her to walk towards the Pinata. She almost walked into the pool, but she was lucky not to. But she still got dunked into the pool in anyway. Hahaha. Sokaing wet, she still continued to try and hit the Pinata. First the wings dropped off, and there left the body of the butterfly hanging up there. She hit the Pinata so hard, that all the sweets and peanuts were broken, and some sweets even dissolved in the pool. There was whip cream and chocolate all over the place because of Valerie's impulse on getting people dirty like her.
We cleaned the place up, and bid farewell.
I'm
talking champagne wishes and caviar dreams.
