18
I remember when I turned 18 a long long, long time ago. (Okay barely a year ago BUT WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN 18 SINCE FOREVER??) I had a mad rush to run to the nearby 7 11 and buy a pack of cigarettes. Not because I felt like smoking, but because I CAN buy it. And happily flaunt my IC to the 7 11 cashier. Bit redundant really, but it was that sort of cheap thrill. Eh okay cigarettes aren't cheap I get it but meh! If I had a dime for every time I turned 18, I'd have a dime.
So, Miss Emma Chua En Xin, stop complaining about turning 18 and DON'T YOU DARE MENTION THE WORD OLD AGAIN or I'll kick you to the eternal depths of despair and gloom. Err.. Anime self kicking in, sorry. Enjoy your 18th tomorrow in Genting, without me, but I'll be fine, I'll be at Singfest and I'll be sending you greetings from Mr Mraz himself. (OOOMG.) And okay la here comes the cheesy bit, thanks for always being there when I needed someone. Muah love you long time.
Happy birthday Ahma!
Old good what, suits your nickname.