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Monday, November 12, 2007
the dinner and dance that got me realli frustrated coz i was in desperate need of a suitable dress. it crossed my mind several times to just give it a miss coz i had nth to wear. yes. im a girl. i think like one. i spent 2 nights after work trying to do some last min shopping but it was futile. i had a black dress but coz of the horizontal expansion.. i'd given up hope of tryin on tat dress. BUT. as i was desperate, and i reali meant desperate, i put on tat old dress of mine and attended the D&D.

so like i was telling my biatch, apart from the horrendous hair at the beginning of the night and the constant sucking in of my bulging tummy, i got by the whole event pleasantly.

here are the limited photos of the nite.

my table girls...
frens and colleagues..
the best girlfren. the sizzling hot one.
the party people!
glanced at the mirror at 10:05 PM