the one with the charity bazaar.

i just like the sign. i don't know why.

felicia and lionel.

phillipe, swee siang, lionel; faiz and carolyn (background!) at the "music" booth.

another great sign. seriously. i don't know why it appeals to me.

phil, jason and carolyn prepping the food.

um. sorry, couldn't resist.

the henna girls from the one academy.

day one: lots of people.

i'm not quite sure what hazman is doing, but, hey!

denise at work.

the boyz.

two guys, a girl and a hot dog stand.

the accounting club grllz (seriously this academic society has almost no men except for jeremy).

the accounting club booth.

caramel fudge, brownies and tau foo fah on sale.

awwwwwwwww.

felicia's henna hand.

he never misses.

a dry denise is a happy denise.

meanwhile, inside...

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henna girls and manicurists...

and...uh...caricature boys....

...bring oodles and oodles of joy.
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um. good job, everyone? but seriously, it was probably a lot better than most of them had expected. hats off to everybody for a great job. in a true "aw, shucks" moment, i'd just like to say that it was a lot of fun. i'd like to give a big hug to denise, but she'd probably take it the wrong way and knee me in the balls. i'm not sure what happens now, but the project runs into christmas, so it's not quite over yet. however, half the battle's been won, and...well...you all should be proud of yourselves for being able to make killer hot dogs. the highlight of the three days must've been those One Academy girls. though thinking about it now, i'm not quite sure that they were actually from the One Academy.

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happy deepavali to all my niggers. despite the fact that you people talk funny, smell bad, light firecrackers at the worst times and generally wreck havoc throughout my quite, uppity urban neighbourhood, i still love you all. no hard feelings, yeah?

may this festival of lights bring you much-needed cheer.

my father has warned me not to go out and play basketball, football, and even walk; the haze, to him, is that bad. i'd hate to break it to him that i smoke, but i shan't for now. though i think he suspects. i come back from college in a smoke-induced stupor, after all. my clothes reek of it. though i can't quite say that he's a master of the five senses.

happy birthday (party) to carolyn! although your birthday's on monday (i think i'm correct), i've got the perfect birthday present for you...and i'm sure you're either going to love it, burn it, or share it with other people to love. see? i just don't think about one person...i think about all.

before you hoop me for singing my own praises (but who doesn't?), i better leave.

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would you rather be vince vega (john travolta in pulp fiction) or vic vega (michael madsen in reservoir dogs)?