Happy Birthday,
Daryl Quay!
It's your turn to be eighteen
Let's hope you'll continue to be mean
Because that's just who you are
......And I can't find anything that rhymes with "are".
You are a real friend, and like other people who make me smile (and can stand my PMS outbursts) I thank God for you.
It's very nice to have a friend like you with whom I can talk to about...
Maroon 5

JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE! Can you say Sexy Back? Oh, which reminds me, when you're back, Khadi and I are going to bring a portable radio and blast Sexy Back all over Klang. And you're going to LOVE 4 Minutes.

But we don't only talk about fluffy popcorn girlish teenagerish stuff. We also chat over intelligent, sarcastic, medical humor...

And other stuff. Like ponies, rainbows, politics and Khadi, a really interesting subject to discuss especially when she's not around.
Oops.
Speaking of which, she's been like this:
since you got on an aeroplane, never to return again, but always in her heart. Oh! This love has taken it's toll on me, she said-Oh crap I'm typing out Maroon 5 lyrics. Sorry!
Happy birthday again.

You rock!
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