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| i am too free la really.The best feeling in the world
is when you share a jug of iced-lemon tea
and eat butter fried chicken for dinner.
And if that isn't good enough horh
you and your satisfied (but sadly huge) tummy
leave the restaurant
and together with your friend,
you drive home to an interesting conversation.
But dammit stupid timing,
halfway on the way home you start to feel your bladder give way :(
and you start praying that your muscles are strong enough
to hold in the four cups of iced lemon tea you drank.
So you drive fast fast
and tell your friend chup! I wee wee first when we get home
but when you finally reach her house
you guys find out that no one's home.
And she has no keys :(
Wah bloody karma can??
So how leh?
wait lor horh.
parents coming back from dinner already.
So while your friend looks for ways to get in (she needs to pee too)
you walk around and talk to Rolly
wishing you were a dog,
so that you could pee wherever you wanted.
And for what seems like eons,
finally you see two figures walking towards her house
and rushing to greet them
you wait for them to open the doors.
And when they finally do
when you get to the toilet
and when you sit down
and hear the sound of pee being released
you realize that one of the best feelings you could ever feel
is when you finally pee the pee you've been holding in
ages ago.
& you also learn
to never drink a jug of ice lemon tea anymore
well at least until you confirm
that someone is home to open the door for you to pee.
I am a happy girl.
And also too free, but that wasn't my point.
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| i'll have it on the triple, please. Because we've known each other since we were seven,
and stayed friends even throughout all these years.
Because you trust me with your blog password,
and don't delete my stupid posts I put on them.
Because I've always met your new guys (and you to mine),
because we bring each other to our first dates.
Because you constantly update me with stories,
and make life so much more interesting.
Because we put up with each other,
even though we annoy the hell out of each other.
Because you're eighteen now,
because you're legally and adult.
& also because I'm the one that caked you,
but managed to get away with it :)
Happy 18th Isabelle Yeow!
11 years and still counting <3.
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