I realized i havent paid tribute to my nineteenth. Terrible me. 19 is a quiet affair, a nondescript gathering, a mellow age. And that was what i had exactly. Invited C and J over for a movie marathon, which really happened, although if 2 movies were in the running, we'd be in last place. Couched on beehoon, Daz cream and video ezy and rain, 'Inkheart' and 'Mall Cop' seemed so much better even without the plush chairs and HD of TVs. Thank God we scraped our botanics plan would've been miserable if all we could do was get stuck in the rain in our little party frocks. Feels odd thuogh, it was so calm that it feels as though my birthday hasn't just been over. Like there's more to come....
Don't think too much about it, I was just saying.