A week after my birthday. Yep, I thought my birthday excitement had died just as fast as the Bieber Fever. But I was wrong.
In the morning I ate some suspicious-tasting breakfast. Well, it's damn suspicious alright. I got hit with the food poisoning effects right after lunch - stomach ache, spinning headache and I threw up a few times. My friends asked me to get together for some karaoke jamming session that night but honey, me and pukes and loud awful voices just don't go together. So I declined.
Well it turns out (surprise surprise!) that they had a birthday party surprise for me! So there were people and cupcakes and no birthday girl (she was busy sitting by the toilet bowl). But that didn't stop them, no sir.
They brought the party to my house!!!
Sure I was green and looked like Coutney Love on a bad drunken day (which is everyday for her, really), and I think I smelled like porridge. But good friends and cupcakes? Ultimate remedy.
They even brought me two accessory necklaces (thank God they were super nice and tasteful. Otherwise it'll be like that time I had to wear a fugly shirt with prints that looked like cat poop because I had it as a present).
Thank you guys! I know that it's inevitable that one day we might go our seperate ways and won't see each other as much. But this is definitely one of the things I'll remember for a loooong time.
Well at least until I'm seventy. Who knows if I'll even still remember my name by then.
I hit 24 last Wednesday. I don't feel any different. I felt exactly how I felt when I turned 23 last year. Except maybe last year I was riding cabs, now I've got a car. Last year I was using someone else's handphone, but now I've got a sweet iPhone (that thankfully doesn't need me to shout everytime I'm on the phone with anyone, as if they're at the other end of the football field). Last year I thought Megan Fox's assets are real, but now I know better! I suppose birthdays are times for you to celebrate milestones, as opposed to huge-ass drastic changes. Even if they're small milestones.
When you're single and you live in a big city people tend to worry about you. Will you be celebrating birthdays in your own room, in the dark, with one cupcake lit up with a candle? Will you be buying yourself flowers? (noo!! don't ever do that! I know feminism states that you should, but honestly I think it's a little too sad) But luckily I am one with a lot of great, great friends. So on my birthday, besides the endless thoughtful birthday wishes, I also got TWO DIFFERENT SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTIES! How awesome is that??
PARTY 1 - Organized by my roommates. Good old Nando's, eating chicken primitive-style (I thought the boys were primal enough, until I saw my pregnant girlfriend wolfing down a half-chicken like she was the Werewolf of Fever Swamp). A big fat chocolate cake as dessert by Dessert Bar, who could ever complain?
PARTY 2 - Organised by girlfriends from high school. At a French restaurant, Marche. Cupcakes by Wondermilk. We ate Rosti and Pizza and Crepes and Pasta and sausages, which later became a huge glob of cheese-covered things. Birthday dinner with people you've known for 11 years - how could it ever go wrong?
When you're younger birthdays are always about an excuse to party and bringing the house down, where the more is always the merrier. Now it's... well I'd be lying if I say it's not about the partying. But it's also about spending the day celebrating life with family, friends and people who matter, whom your life will never be the same without.