23rd July.
4 days has passed.
The day I turned 19.
The day responsibilities stop being a myth. And become a reality.
22nd July was the best day in a long run.
Long run along the avenue of bleakness and gloom.
We had a great afternoon.
Lounging, eating, hanging out.
When Jenn was late, you offered your company despite having to be somewhere else.
I declined, not because I did not enjoy your company.
But because I did not want to be your burden.
That afternoon itself was a gift.
One that brought me immense joy.
The evening wasn’t that bad either. From a rough start to rather cheerful happenings.
Midnight swims in boxers and bikinis.
Bitching about people who knew no shame.
Inability to blow out the candles
Prancing around while caught on video in boxers.
Lousy narration of birthday video.
With even lousier filming skills.
Comparable to the Blair witch project.
Teasing the sleeping
Pillow fights.
Pushing people of the bed.
Parading with only a towel on.
Making people blush.
Mocking horny bunny Qing incessantly.
Peeping at her hot brother. (tried to, was nightblind without my glasses)
Playing “musical chairs” without music around the $13000 chair.
More bitching.
Lazing around the bed.
SUPPER!
Which tasted horrible.
Sleeping.
Falling of the bed and hitting my head.
Sleeping on a bed with my brother and his girlfriend. (how weird is that!)
Was woken up by irritated brother.
Irritated brother was woken up by never ending doorknocks courtesy of horny bunny Qing.
He opened the door with a hard-on. (WELL GOOD MORNING!)
Disgusting oil swimming egg for breakfast.
Voyeurism with breakfasting.
Soaking in tub with horny bunny Qing and divine Kiehls dead sea salt lavender soak.
Seeing her slip in the tub and splashing foam all over.
Seeing her naked. Totally accidental.
Wondering if the body spray nozzles had her drowning.
Bitching about
Ordering brother around like a slave.
Checking out with the assistance of a condescending sissy concierge staff by the name of Bob.
Leaving the place.
Yearning for it.
I’ll be back there.
Soon.
With Qing.
Or someone else.
I hope would be you.
But I know reality has begun.
Its time I faced it.
The day of unforgettable joy.
Irreplaceable memories.
My regrets if I ever had Alzheimer’s.
Credits to:
Daddy for the room.
Mummy for spending moolah to make it all possible.
Jenn, Gene, Hong for my
Horny bunny Qing for my Havaiannas tops in white.
My ever dearest brother for the cupcake like bikini. I love.
William for making it all possible.
Sergeoh for the pig alarm clock. (how apt!)
All my aunts/ uncles for their red packets.
Lastly I would to say thanks to all my friends for their well wishes and their company on that special day.
Sealed into a memory I’ll hold on till my neurons flicker out of life.