21 grams

A little more than an hour and I will have all access to this world.

I can vote.

I can get married.

I can go to jail.

I am 21.

12 March 1988

12 March 2009

21 years of mayhem

21 years of drama.

While the all my '88ers are gonna throw a huge party to welcome adulthood, yours truly have mellowed and decided that she rather have a tiring week/month/year-long celebration with individual pockets of friends. Not that I abhor the idea of having a party to celebrate the entrance to Adult Jail, I am just lazy to plan a party. Thinking of a place to eat and what gift to extort from my brother (!) requires the death of lesser brain cells.

But anyways, I have enough drama in my life to rival TVB's drama serials so I much rather have a subdued mellowed celebration.

I REALLY AM AN INTROVERT AND ADORE PEACEFUL QUIETNESS.

Not like any of you gonna believe.

Must be the age, I've lost my Mojo-jojo. -guffaws-

I hope God will not deem my 21 wishes too much to swallow.

It's my birthday and I am becoming adult.

So i reckon this is the last time i can be a brat and demand my way.

But luckily for God, I have yet to come up with 21 earth-shattering wishes. I can hear Him heaving a sigh of relief. When I do, I make sure I'll squeeze Him dry.

-evil laughter-

I am 21.

I can rule the world!