You know, it is funny how the human mind works.

We begin by loving birthdays.

Remember the long ago times when we look forward to our birthdays so...
we begin counting down to them 2 months in advance and
dropping overt hints to all our friends?

And then,
we move on to the stage whereby we start to realise that our yearly day is approaching a month before,
and begin to keep our mouths shut
cross our fingers and pray that certain pple remember it.

And then finally,
it will come to a time when birthdays are nothing more than reminders of our stay on earth
and a measure as to how close (or far) we are from achieving our goals in life.

And of cos,
an excuse for others' (sadistic) pleasures
(don't worry, footages will appear soon,u pervertic idiots!).

This year,
I've hit the big TWO-O.
N no, sadly, spain did not do a 2-nil to France (Hello Toothfairy!!!R u doing ur job?)

Anyway!!!!

Sadly sadly,
as if spain and portugal's lost to France were not enuf,
the toothfairy decided to score a hat trick against me and
give me another thing to mark my special day.

The dreaded reminders of age.

It all began on my special day,
4th July.

U see, my colleagues decided to be sweet
and surprised me with a cake.
And we were only like, acquainted for a week plus.
I was so incredibly touched!!!!
I was prepared to weep at their feet and jump thru rings of fire for them.
And then the very next day, when we were at KTV,
one of my colleagues,
let's call him Mr. S suddenly leaned towards me and asked

"U are twentyyyyyyyy-?"

"Twenty.just twenty.Not twentyyyyyyyyyy-? U guys celebrated my bday yesterday, remember? 2 big candles?" I replied, annoyed.

"Oh yah!!!I thought u were 21!!!"he laughed.

I glared at him.

He laughed harder

"Hey!!!Some of them thot u were 22!!!In fact, they wanted to take 2 candles, just in case. We had such a hard time at the cake shop deciding whether or not to take 1 or 2 small candles!!!"

At that moment in time,
I almost wished I had those rings of fire to shaft down their throats.
Every freakin one of them.

And I dun really care that those guys have to-die-for voices!!!

Then on Friday,
I was strollin around marina sq with bbm zee.
And I was tellin her wat Mr S told me on wed.

She burst out laughing.

"Yah!Yah!Yah!!"She agreed vehemently,
"I almost quarrelled with the guys in the pantry cos they dun believe tt ur only 20!!They insisted on putting the small candle!!!"

Boys can be such dumbasses.

ASSHOULES!!!!

Then later in the evening,
I finally met up with a friend I haven't seen in centuries.
He is two years my junior and currently in Poly.

"U are twenty already. Better start clubbing b4 it's too late to start. U dun haf tt many years left"

tt was during dinner.

"I am so old!!" he complained when desert was served.

Well, if ur old, wat does tt make me?

*scowls*

And then, as if tt wasn't enuf to remind me of what an antique I've become,
he spent the rest of the evening teaching me how to pronounce
the new slangs that are all the rage among young pple now.

"Srsly"he said.

"siirsly" I repeated.

"No!!!Still too long!!Shorter!!it's just S-R-S-L-Y.Srsly!"he repeated for the thousandth time.

I really did practice.
But

I JUST CAN"T GET IT!!!!!

ARGHHH!!!!

And just earlier on tonight,
even the cab uncle collaborated with whatever grand scheme the toothfairy had for me.

"Aiya!!Ur already married!!Go home late so what?"

Hello!!!! Since when do married women look the way I do?!!!

Sometimes,
a girl just has no choice but to lapse into depression.

Happy birthday to me.

c'est foutu~