Thanks for all your warm wishes! It is the thought that counts. So, text messages are same-same to me.
I have two traditions when it comes to my birthday. One, it will be a holiday. Look, if we have holidays to celebrate the birth of the kings and queens and anniversary of what not, why should I work on my birthday? And two, during my birthday week, it will be my treat to all the friends who join me for lunch or dinner. I mean, look at it this way, I feel so blessed to have friends turn up for my B day celebration. It’s on me, gladly so.
I guess it is hard to contain the happiness and I find myself telling the people around me the coming of my birthday. Maybe I am a natural exhibitionist. Most people I know are more comfortable keeping it low profile, which is cool with me of course. One time, the colleague behind me was on the phone and you know how kids are when they get onto the phone. As usual, the faint high pitch voice reached my desk and I heard a birthday song! It was my colleague’s birthday and I congratulated her after her call. Wow, I would have missed that and I would feel quite bad had I known that someone’s birthday has gone underneath my radar. She is my neighbor in the cube farm some more. Bizarre to say – and those of you who know me in person would know how animated I can be once I get excited – despite my rather excited words of congratulation, everyone else was so absorbed with their work and none noticed this little event. Oh well.
The other day, one friend of mine in the office told me that she doesn’t think writing “I wake up, I eat, I sleep” as her journal (or blog) is interesting at all. Well, I don’t know. I also write “I wake up, I eat, I sleep” too. Maybe if one day 3am in the morning and you can’t sleep, you should try reading my blogs.
I woke up this morning after an amazing 8 hours of sleep, looked in the mirror, and didn’t notice any difference. I mentally timed my pee and it took roughly the same time. Great! It’s my birthday and I feel one year younger. I did some memory test and I passed, remembering all the schedule blog entries all the way till I fly out of town next Wednesday. Superb! Good as new.
Switched on my wireless phone and went through the bunch of entertaining text messages. One friend told me that men age like fine wine. Wow, my first time hearing it. So I asked this wise man what do women age like? Cheese, he replied, as the taste grows on you! Ha ha ha … OK. I don’t know why, I kept thinking of the “Sex and the City” movie. Time for Botox – the miracle of eternal youth!
Spent a fair bit of the morning doing vocal exercise. Vocal exercise? Yes. Vocalists do vocal exercise all the time and it helps a lot in the actual singing activity. I must have driven Cynthia mad this morning. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhhhhhh~
Another friend asked me to send a wild plant to her via Facebook after I told her that I was heading to the Botanic Gardens. Sure I can do that. I love the Botanic Gardens. Always do, be it as in Hong Kong or Paris or Singapore. It was sunny, it rained a bit, and we took some photos inside the lovely Botanic Gardens.
Time check! OK, it 5-ish and I shall head to Orchard soon. Catching up with my Movie Review Squad and I can’t wait to watch Hellboy 2! I so have a big crush with Hellboy’s girlfriend. Shhh, please don’t tell Cynthia.