happy birthday to me

sluggish wormy me. crawled outta bed reaching for my hair "scrunges". tied my locks up in a very tight bun trying to perk myself up.

blasted the radio - Lush 99.5fm. sensual grooves filling the room, leaking into the bath. showered and rushed through beautifying myself. 45 mins in the making. my eyes still felt droopy - had trouble with the eyeliner and mascara.

TIRED!!!!

hopped onto the cab. amazing comment from the driver - missy me is a tai-tai going shopping at Paragon. there is no such truth in that remark.

alighted at Paragon, jostling my back-breaking bone-crunching self towards the basement. why do i feel suddenly older and more like an auntie? it must be the CK Jeans pants i was in.

met D & N outside Soup restaurant. they're the only pair (out of the whole congregation of the past 8 fellos) that's left in my lines of communication. i only stick by this 2 like glue.

their nature and scope of personalities jingles rightway alongst mine. we were gd friends since ayons... even with a few white hairs peeking through our brightly coloured fashionable hair-dos now.

i love bitching and yakking with them. sharing our tales and mis-endevours, gossips and interests, on-going hits & misses.

Chinese food was great... loved the ginger sesame oil-dripping chicken, the sweet yet juicy claypot toufu, the tasty bee hoon, the yummy sambal kang-kong... and the crysanthemum tea!

funny how things changes in the twinkle of an eye. from an innocent naive school girl i once was, to a full-fledge woman inclined to disbelief ever utter from ones who take on my distrust.

seeing little Orchard road after many many months of secluded hideout from the usual daytime hustle and bustle - i do feel weird.

its been a long time since missy's been pushed to having to comb the streets there, under the humid scorching sun, perspiring yet having to look glam, feeling the heat under my clothes even my undies... this has certainly gotta be one of the sweet undying memories (most often or not) growing teens have - the after school "orchard adventures".

scowling at all the school kids in pinafores, mass-produced fugly uniforms of the most obscene colour combinations, their behaviours turning me off wholly - yet remembering i was once like that. reality hits. i was Ancient all the sudden.

hugging gdbye to N, prodding on with D, had coffee as our tea-break, Gossiping away again. This time it was abt "how to really wake up and smell the fresh air - get hitched in a matter of months without any illicit difficulties".

advices, comments, anger (from me at her plight) & long-term goals and solutions put on the table there n then. i really love this girl.

then my phone rang. A delivery man sent something to my doorsteps. stunned. rushed home. undeniably surprised and amused. thanx to Syn here.
 

utterly grateful. has my 2 favourite flowers in it. overjoyed. my room smelled pleasantly aromatic. the scent of fresh lilies in bloom, under the mist of roses fragrance. sweet & romantic.

dinner was a blast. i love my family. bro bought me the sweetest present i've received from him so far - a golden inscribed silk scarf. mum got me the tastiest cake ever - my favourite chocolate mousse on top an extra crispy wafer.
 

 

 

the meal was heavenly - the meal felt right, even if the food wasn't the most expensive one i've taken, but eating around a table with my family, sharing the different pieces of steaks, salad, oysters, soups... family bonding.

gone were the past cheap talks, replaced by more humourous, down-to-earth & basics, sharing experiences and on-goings with each other... this is probably so since we've all grown up so much.

the night ended with B.F popping over to share a slice of delicious cake, fiddle and poke fun at my bitch coco, then proceeded with a leisure drive, stopping at Mr Beans midway for supper and drinks.

he looked cute today. boyish and impressionable. funny how different male-breed enters my home and my mum orders me into my bra and a more decent attire whilst with him it was as always - my dressdown nightie. cool.

well... happy birthday to myself.
 

growing old was never a choice but a matter of how prepared i am to face what's coming next.

loving the attention these past few days, indulging in the moment - a selfish desire of mine.

however will always detest the physical results derived from the aging process.