Can everyone stop turning 21 and throw a party to celebrate their demise of teenage-hood?
My liver is going to degenerate and I'm so going to die penniless.
Well done.
My Newtown friends are crazy people whose livers are made of steel and feet made of iron. They drink like fishes and dance like there’s no such thing like pain. And we declare O Bar as our maiden home. Even though there are like a dozen of other clubs to paint the town red with, after weighing the pros and cons with cheap drinks being a priority, we still find out feet pointing towards the direction of Robertson Quay.
So you can imagine my surprise when Vern declared a new love for Zouk and Butter Factory. She may be petite in size but as Edmund puts it, Vanessa’s words are final. Majority wins and she is the majority. –laughs-
I realise my 21 wishes for my birthday have yet to be wished.
So for starters, I would like to wish that everyone will remain at 20 years old and stop turning 21. My pockets have a hole that no tailor can mend except maybe if I strike 4D or jackpot and most importantly, I would like to wish that no one will ever leave.
Teckwei the violinist.
Maybe one day he'll have his solo concert at Esplanade.
But then again, we know how fleeting life can be and no one stays forever.
