A quarter of a century

I sat on the chair of my desk eating my baked beans with meat and a fried egg as the last of the milliseconds hit 1200 hours. It was my usual late night dinner for this month because of screwed up sleeping hours thanks to Euro 2008. Overwhelmed with tiredness and a lack of beauty sleep, I could and would have skipped dinner and slept on. But the child in me got excited, it wanted to stay awake and watch time tickle by to a quarter of a century of years from the day god decided I was due to arrive. Little things like this still excites me.

Wippy was the first to give me an sms right on the stroke of 12 even though the time on her watch reads 11pm (Thai time). As always, Raymond gave me another of his annual sms, the only time his words ever seem decent and makes sense. Jolene, unaware of anything, approach me for advise on selections of her only shopping stuff. Someone actually came to ask me which dress is nicer a few minutes into my birthday! And then there were the usual happy birthdays in advance, and afew others like Grace, Priscilla and Saltfish started msn-ing me. But the one which I desire most to hear from perhaps forgot about the date. Such things still matters to the child inside me. "It must be the watch, the 1 hour difference in time", I tried to comfort myself. And then she came online minutes ago where we chatted briefly about how she didn't enjoy the FHM party last evening before leaving to grab a bite. Said she will be back late. I felt a tad of disappointment overpowering my tender heart. Did Kate forgot all about my Birthday? I knew she didn't, she'd afterall sent me an sms in the afternoon jokingly mentioned about how prepared I was to turn 25 tomorrow. "It must be the hunger in her stomach", I tried unsuccessfully to comfort myself for the second time.

The settings more than often used to be the opposite of today. Loud music would blast the place and booze flowing like water from a hole in the broken pipe. I'm never one who would organize a crazy big party. This year, after deciding I won't be heading to Bangkok for my first birthday outside Singapore, I decided on quality time with someone I feel comfortable with, could talk anything under the sun and who knows me well, my reason being I just wanted something really simple yet comfortable and enjoyable. Grace immediately came to mind, and her response didn't disappoint me. I actually feel a little excited about dinner tomorrow even though we aren't strangers. I could feel the kind of excitement about meeting a date lingering through my mind. Am I out of my mind or am I getting too crazed up - feeling excited about dining with an ex-girlfriend?

As I type this entry, the ever bastard Dino gave me a double message on the phone and on the msn. He, together with Dan the manic had dunk me with water today. Thanks! But sometimes you just have to love this bastard - he's a real pain in the ass but some days he's a lovely friend.

I feel really old right now, and as much as my face defies it, it's a fact that I'm really old in terms of numbers now!