Regalias, and A Blessed 19th

It's that time of the year again.

To the awesomest 1307G13:
Thank you, guys. I truly felt blessed and honoured to have classmates like all of you. Thank you for making my first prom better than everything I imagined, and for making the night so memorable. I'm sorry the initial plan couldn't work though, but what you guys did was more than enough. The cake was delicious, I love it.

Jee, Eena, Rouyi and Kaihui:
Thank you for making me a tiny part of the house, haha. It was truly a surprise, the lovely crepe cake and the gift. And also thanks for bringing me around town on my birthday. Ramen was great, Pavillion was even better.

To everyone else who remembered:
Thank you, this is the best birthday that I've had.

Never heard so many birthday songs in one night. Never had two cakes in one birthday. I finally had a chance to wander around downtown. Everything was breathtaking. Merci bien, mes amis.

The best class ever.

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