the birthday and the week leading up to it was Cowabunga! simply because there are no other words to describe it. a daily surprise countdown: little (and not-so-little) things from the person i love most in the world; the finale: a super-pariah, uber-mabuk, 我像 lambie/please speak english, drinking session with my new and old friends. no, seriously, to all those who called me lightweight, you try downing 2 pints of hoegaarden + 1 graveyard + 1 flaming lambo + 4 random shots then you walk a tightrope in your Jimmy Choos while balancing seal pups on your face. so from my vantage point, which was face-first in a puddle full of stomach acid, i saw (or rather, i would have seen it if i stayed conscious) those whom i should continue hold close. i love you guys. thanks for taking care of ‘lil ‘ol smashed me. :)

new year’s eve was bloody beetroots at life centre. @khairulnz blew us off because of the traffic that existed in his head. @hailat was probably not feeling well. and despite retiring my aching feet by 2am like an aunty, my day & night ’twas fun you obviously didn’t have on new year’s. because i’m a snob like that and the world revolves around me, not you.

and that’s all i have to say about that. that, and wannabe writers should do less writing and more salsa-ing or leg-spreading or refine their cock-sucking techniques and shut the flying fuck up.

danke, 2009. you were very good to me. /hugs

so i turned a year older some time last week. it always seems a little preposterous that this day is supposed to be some climax/culmination of a whole year’s worth of personal and professional growth. i didn’t feel particularly grown-up last week as compared to the previous 364 days. and after my midnight antics, i felt anything but wiser. :p

i think 2008 was awesome. new friends. new job. new horizons and the like. my life is quiet and boring for the most part, and i like it that way seeing as how i’m no longer the hard-nosed evil bitch if i ever was one to begin with (no thanks to random chinese whispers).

i like growing up. strangely enough i was always hankering to be “grown up”.

when i was 15, i thought ma should lighten up on her curfew because i was old enough. at 18 i wanted to move out and live life without parental restrictions because i was mature enough. i looked down my nose at 19-year-old “kids” when i graduated from college. i was such a child i imagined i was older, better, smarter, wiser than everyone else. it’s a trend that will live on; a belief that living a couple of decades entitles young ‘uns to faux world-weariness and to spout badly-written diatribes about how jaded and cynical life has made them.

me, i’ve realised how much more there is for me to experience (and if i’m lucky, to learn). i haven’t eaten enough salt to whine about how bad life is and how it’s gotten me down.

i’m 25 now and i’m still just a kid. a label that’s hopefully still good for a long time more. like you said, age is just a number, right, sayang? xxx

then again, this is a sweeping statement (hiding within its depths a disclaimer).

i’m not sure i could still be all guilt-ridden and anti-establishment seeing as i’m in advertising. how much more in the system can i get? i’m wholly immersed, stuck all the way up its hairy, sweaty arse.