thursday afternoon was spent hunting for a new outfit to no avail
but jack kerouac made my afternoon, a bargain like no other
then there was dinner at aunty jo's and a little drinking at changkat later
i don't like begging for company, but it turned out well in the end
friday was meant to be with just friends, only one showed up but even then we didn't meet
the house party at fiona's was good, even though the night ended rather lamely
my front tire punctured on the highway, we changed it and then ate some lok-lok while watching trannys getting picked up
saturday was just a family dinner, i decided against putting him through mental anguish so all the boys came later, and off we went to 21, had drinks drinks drinks, i don't remember half of what i did. apparently i wasn't exactly behaving appropriately =/ in any case, i got home and knocked out like a light.
come sunday, it was a slow afternoon and i spent the rest of the day with him, watching movies and eating. unbelievably quiet and just perfect. calls poured in at midnight onwards, i'm not a party animal la :P i can have a quiet night in ;)
monday was the slowest of all, just like a regular day. i had a great combo of all three beautiful aspects (: family, friends and lover. i had a slice of cake and plenty of kisses :D
an over-rated sort of birthday because it's the big 21
it was good, it was bad, i laughed, i cried, i fought and won, i battled and lost, it was a myriad of emotions and colours, i was on the highway of life and then i lost control and ended up in a mud raked ditch, crawled on my belly and did all that i could, it was still life that kept this on a thread, he says we should not cry because the damned don't cry, never truer than in the instance that self-pity absorbs your mind.
