clare's b day

the day started with a very very long and tedious 45 minute wait for the 3 belles to register and book their driving shit. well i wont say 45 min is very long but 45 min with stefan, our red maiden, sure is long and tedious. as expected, stefan spoiled the surprise.

then we made our way to vivo where stefan and jero started making noise about waiting. i guess their just not used to it. i on the other hand had plenty of training with my mum and aleshya who both are able to try on every single piece of clothing and still leave the store empty handed. we had our picnic at the roof garden where a dissatisfied red maiden made so much noise about the food till i had to resist a great impulse to stick two potatoes into his furry nostrils.

we flew to sentosa next where we trudge through the wet sand while listening to our red maiden whined about the sprite bottle which she had to lug. fucking bitch thinks that shes a queenie fuck who cannot carry anything that weighs more than air. after some touring, we ended up at delifrance where i was accused of gluttony.

still hungry, we got cup noodles and ate them while we watch songs from the sea. what a spectacular show. the lasers, the gentle streams of water dancing about each other while fierce conflagrations erupted in the background. queenie decided that we were too bored and started his unstoppable lady gaga medley which was utterly irritating and nauseating.

there we had our whore house photoshoot with 5 people on the mat with one screaming queen and a string red starry lights. thank god jeromy punished queenie by burying his sandals and throwing his bag on the sand.

overall, a great day, no thanks to the royal bitch.