So how did mine go? Well, my 18th is a long forgotten. Honest. I have absolutely no recollection what on earth happened. At least I can recall my 21st, since I just turned 21 this November.
It was a simple, hassle-free affair. I told Ken to plan everything and let me sit back and enjoy. and, I liked it.
He came to my place empty-handed and sat there waiting while I got ready for our date.. then sis went, "psssssssst. open that carrier on the desk....." "WHAT CARRIER!!? Go away lah." she continued pssst-ing at me so I opened it and to my DELIGHT it was a lovely green box with a big white ribbon.. and on the middle of the box was printed in white - kate spade new york.
OOOOOOOOOOOH my heart went. But i maintained a calm composure as I carefully undid the white bow and open the box to find a gorgeous, gorgeous purse.
how did you know i wanted a wallet? (if you didn't catch my hint you must be a moron) and I gleefully emptied the contents of my old wallet into this new baby...
then he brought me to take a ride at the singapore flyer. cam-whored a bit.. quite a bit actually and went to meet shilin, sok hong and edwin... and shilin's mom for dinner... rather brief too, cos shilin's mom was in a hurry.
they quickly passed me an agnes b rose locket and they soon left.
What does 21 mean to me? 21 means nothing much to me now that I think about it. It's just another phase of life I suppose.