Wednesday, December 3
9:02 AM ♥

Too many numbers in the title space.

I grew up watching many cousins and friends (and filthy rich American kids on MTV) celebrate the 'BIG' day (in this case, turning 21) and I'd always thought I would have mine planned to perfection - down to the icky little details like, 'the colour of my toe nails' when it comes but no (GASP!), I don't have a plan, at all.

Except throwing out all diet plans. That's a plan. After this week, my belly's gonna drag on the ground. "Ooh-mmm...Gravity, I shall overcome."

Hint: You can get me some dumb bells, a treadmill, throw in a pair of good running shoes for Christmas.

Once upon a december, I would've wanted to have those extravagant 'drinks on the house', 'champagne free-flow', 'Girls gone wild' kinda pool party and the works, but nay-uh, all that holds no appeal anymore. 21, a milestone, yes, but I figured it doesn't warrant me (or anyone) to spend all hard earned moolah on such extravagance when it only promises gratification for that few hours and 'BAM!', reality hits and I will have to fill my hungry stomach with plain water and eat grass for the whole of next month. Doesn't sound like a good deal to me. (Oh my god, am I getting the hang of being 21 or what?!)

You're curious as hell to know how I'm spending my 21. Honestly, I am too. (:

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