Sunday, June 20, 2004
tanjyoubi no ichi nichi ato
Ok dis is like the 2nd time i'm doink dis,if it doesnt wrk again,i'm so not gg to attempt again.*fumes*
After much deliberation and procastination,i'm finally bloggin' the blog!Hv no idea how long dis enthuse wud last but till then..ermmz..i'm bloggin' the blog??!
In a timespan of a single afternoon, i have devoured 3 dumplings and i wud like to justify the apparent glutton-ness wif the dumplings' minute-ness (not my fault!not my fault!). M downing a pail of lipton tea now btw, in the hope dat some portion of the colossal caloric sins a.k.a those tripletz swimmign in my belly now could be drained away consequently..n miraculously.
Peeps who noe mi well enuff wud b aware of my distaste for bdays, altho moz of the time dey wud rant at my un-apt mentality nvrtheless. Artfully hinted by the title of 2day's blog (2 bad if u r japanese-illiterate..haha..do stg.), once again, i've survived yet another annual ceremonial torment. Instead of a yearly rejoice of my hatch day, i tink it reeks more like a harsh persecution of aging (yes,i'm worrying abt dat aredi) and a gruelling test of how much folks ard lurve mi. Can't help but prioritise frenz who bother to drop mi an sms or 2; well-wishes n stuff, s compared 2 peeps who conveniently double-click on my nick on their ICQ list 2 leave mi a compelling "hey!it's ur bday rite?happy bday." I would probly get alot less tallied bday wishes if not for the wonders of the kind online-bday-reminders; den again, it boils down to the perpetual controversy: does IT make or break human relations? Almoz instantaneously, the word "Alienation" surfaces.
Dun get mi wrong, i'm normally happy for my frenz when it's their bdays and the traditional must-have-cake as insisted by my dear mama every year is still sweet-tasting to the heart, be the idea drips wif cliche n more often than not, the flavour of the cake is normally her call, rather than mine. *rolls eyes*
Dis year, the comfort probly comes oni during the evening..the celebration was nothing like dat of previous years where i was surrounded by frens who are more hyped abt my bday than myslf(<--dat was a neutral statemt btw). It wasnt stg spectacular or wild or worth "woo-hooing" abt, it was more of a quiet evening (minus the rowdy euro crowd n occasional flocks of tourists) at clarke quay/ boat quay/ esplanade/ canal(?) where time literally belonged to the bof of us, almoz exclusively. Topping dat, alota "Firsts-frosting" iced the nite, of wch i shant elaborate here..haha..(dun let dat hormone thwart ur imagination, it's NOT wad u tink!~)
Anyway, hang-overing frm post-bday celebz, darn moody n groggy. He's gg to reservist..*sob*
p/s: Gers-gone-wild episode 1??? LOL.
*311-Love Song numbering on my headfones.* ¶ J poppycocked at 9:43:00 PM
After much deliberation and procastination,i'm finally bloggin' the blog!Hv no idea how long dis enthuse wud last but till then..ermmz..i'm bloggin' the blog??!
In a timespan of a single afternoon, i have devoured 3 dumplings and i wud like to justify the apparent glutton-ness wif the dumplings' minute-ness (not my fault!not my fault!). M downing a pail of lipton tea now btw, in the hope dat some portion of the colossal caloric sins a.k.a those tripletz swimmign in my belly now could be drained away consequently..n miraculously.
Peeps who noe mi well enuff wud b aware of my distaste for bdays, altho moz of the time dey wud rant at my un-apt mentality nvrtheless. Artfully hinted by the title of 2day's blog (2 bad if u r japanese-illiterate..haha..do stg.), once again, i've survived yet another annual ceremonial torment. Instead of a yearly rejoice of my hatch day, i tink it reeks more like a harsh persecution of aging (yes,i'm worrying abt dat aredi) and a gruelling test of how much folks ard lurve mi. Can't help but prioritise frenz who bother to drop mi an sms or 2; well-wishes n stuff, s compared 2 peeps who conveniently double-click on my nick on their ICQ list 2 leave mi a compelling "hey!it's ur bday rite?happy bday." I would probly get alot less tallied bday wishes if not for the wonders of the kind online-bday-reminders; den again, it boils down to the perpetual controversy: does IT make or break human relations? Almoz instantaneously, the word "Alienation" surfaces.
Dun get mi wrong, i'm normally happy for my frenz when it's their bdays and the traditional must-have-cake as insisted by my dear mama every year is still sweet-tasting to the heart, be the idea drips wif cliche n more often than not, the flavour of the cake is normally her call, rather than mine. *rolls eyes*
Dis year, the comfort probly comes oni during the evening..the celebration was nothing like dat of previous years where i was surrounded by frens who are more hyped abt my bday than myslf(<--dat was a neutral statemt btw). It wasnt stg spectacular or wild or worth "woo-hooing" abt, it was more of a quiet evening (minus the rowdy euro crowd n occasional flocks of tourists) at clarke quay/ boat quay/ esplanade/ canal(?) where time literally belonged to the bof of us, almoz exclusively. Topping dat, alota "Firsts-frosting" iced the nite, of wch i shant elaborate here..haha..(dun let dat hormone thwart ur imagination, it's NOT wad u tink!~)
Anyway, hang-overing frm post-bday celebz, darn moody n groggy. He's gg to reservist..*sob*
p/s: Gers-gone-wild episode 1??? LOL.
*311-Love Song numbering on my headfones.* ¶ J poppycocked at 9:43:00 PM