finally, the number reaches 20. i have officially breathed 20 years of oxygen, eaten 2 decades of kong ba pau, watched 5 olympic games and now r21 movies are but a teeth's skin away.
the sudden unheralded appearance of the number 2 is alarming indeed. in Pigu's law of ages, it states that an increase in second place number leads to a less than proportional than the increase in expectations. however, it also states that an increase in the first place number invokes a more than proportional increase in expectations. a 17 year old becoming 18 is only marginally more mature, except for the fact that he or she is now more sex legal and can have one more thrust than usual
now, 20 and 19 makes a whole world of difference, aladdin confirm sing A Whole New World loud loud during his 20th birthday. with the number 2 comes a whole load of expected maturity and whatever armpit gugu neh. no wonder sequels suck
well thats not a bad thing either. since the very one word maturity means sunsweet- prunification and phyllis-grandma-wrinklation for women but at the same time mean george clooney styled erotic crow's feet around the eyes and sudden huskiness of the voice for men. now you can go to a club and shout i am 20 and hear me roar instead of i am 19 and i am botak and i just booked out and i come club waiting to grind a fat ah lian
well well, the number 2 takes more strokes and energy and effort and work done to write than the plain old number 1. with pride and fluency i shall allow the number 2 to flow out liquidly from my pen when writing macdonalds survey forms. no wonder montblanc pens are expensive, watching how the numbers 1, 2, 3 and 4 become progressively harder to write.
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