Jovial Celebrations

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Today is quite a special day for one particular lonely boy. That's right, it's William Ngiam's birthday. Having wished him Happy Birthday quite a few times, it would be wise to simply leave him alone to enjoy his cake and the rest of the joyous atmosphere that serves as a reminder that he's made it another year without getting hit by a rogue armchair cushion shot out of a cannon from a castle in the Isle of Skye and subsequently falling into a vat of boiling green dye and frog urine. To acknowledge this fine achievement as well as to commemorate this special day, the Agglomeration presents...(get it, it's a pun)

A Very Ted Hughesian...

Birthday Letter

J

And there we have it. Closing my eyes and randomly pressing something on the keyboard and 'J' comes out. Hope that's symbolic of your astrological horoscope and your chakras and what not. Have a great day William.

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On a side note, I be angry at dodgy handjudges for making me fail in the Pioneer Cup. At least the DE rounds are electric, although that doesn't really fill me with much confidence either way.

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I still have no idea what to sing for my Seussical audition. And it's on Friday. Great.

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Anyway, enough of this. Everyone who reads this, go over to Ngiammy's blog and spam his comments box. Ironically and perhaps sadly, the only person who will read this is Ngiammy himself, and so...well this is kinda redundant, but who cares. The only thing left is to quote a famous French personality (no points for guessing who)

"They don't have enough bread to eat? Well, let them eat..."

The last word of the quote is not supplied for obvious reasons.

Happy Birthday Ngiammy (and get a new maths book)

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations