While strolling at NAC some 2 weeks ago, Jason turned and asked me if I liked sharks. I'm the sort of person who'd throw out all possible answers in hope that one of them would be right, so I asked him if he was bringing me to go dive with the sharks at Sentosa for my birthday, but I dismissed the idea without much deliberation.

But on Saturday, due to the nature of the event he had to tell me what to bring, and I kind of guessed it again, holy shit we were going to underwaterr world to dive with sharks! Which I really think is a brilliant idea, we met the instructor Jayne, got changed into diving suits, learnt how to use the oxygen tanks which were soo heavy, strapped weights onto our hips, how to clear our ears, used saliva to coat our goggles, and then we marched into the water where I touched the smooth undersides of our belly ( omg i totally meant the stingray's underside, but this is funny so i shall not correct my error ). But when we dipped our heads underwater, I couldn't get used to the breathing at all, it took immense effort to inhale-exhale and my chest got tight, I tried breathing out with my nose which filled my goggles with water, and after some 15 minutes we decided to postpone the dive.:s I really want to go back though!

In an unchronological manner, I finally met Kenny on Thursday, which was an embarassing night because I lured myself into a trap! ( details best left unmentioned ). We had a nice dinner with Yogi and Christine at KPO, sat at the 'poledancetable', the chair was too tall so I preferred to dine on my feet, but nonetheless I found the place charming.:) 3 hours before I turned 21 Jason took me to the theatre for Bruno, ohdearrr, I was quite frightened to see remotes and champagne bottles stuck between guys asses, not to mention the cockdance, but altogether I enjoyed the movie.

On turning 21:

I woke up to a nagging mother in my room and my brother shouting some nonsense to me, and I told myself, adulthood doesn't really make a difference afterall.