Happy 21st birthday, dearest Joyce.
slept through the morning and even skipped brunch.
survived with only a bun, a bread and a mini reese white chocolate.
rotted the whole afternoon doing my own things,
it feels so nice to be by myself; alone at home.
the next moment i realised i was late for Joyce's party,
almost forgot the card i made for her and
the Coach wristlet that was shared with Andy and Dawn.
raced with time in the house and..
i missed my bus. nice one.
at Joyce's traffic light-themed party,
the Husky group had one chalet all by ourselves.
traffic light means, we gotta dress to these 3 colours..
red-attached
green-single
amber-it's complicated
i met 2 other ex-receptionist there too; Apple and Gerry.
all pictures will be uploaded when i've got them! ((:
on the journey back home with my ipod songs blasting through my ear drums.
i was thinking how i would like my 21st birthday to be?
less than 1 more month to 19th and around 2 more years to 21st!
chalet like Joyce?
i thought of renting a yacht and get daddy to be my captain, invite some close friends whom i've already have got them in my mind!
or should i make it grand and invite all relatives and friends?
what about...
"hey, my friend wants your number."
i got interrupted.
what is the first thing that comes to your mind when you heard this sentence?
desperate guys; super low; nothing better to do?; irritating; ah bengs.
and i cant stand when i see girls just simply key in their numbers into the guy's mobile.
to me, it just makes you look so easy to get; and also easy to forget.
shook my head and plugged the earphones back to my ears.
the guys ran down the bus at the next stop..
cowards
