Mills’ Bar Room Brawl

A couple more hours before i blow 24 friggin’ candles on a non-existance cake.

Soon i’d be celebrating my 30th birthday and God, i can only imagine the tragedy of it. I’d be telling people i’m 25, when in truth you have to add 5 more years to that, hoping the immediate response would be "But you look like you’re just fresh out from school!"

Martin gave me a Guess wallet. I like it a lot.

Carina gave me Angela’s Ashes the second edition. I like it equally.

Convocation in two days.

Three years of labor. The fruition of it.

I took a walk around the building where i am currently working and i saw an injured butterfly trying to fly with its broken wings.

I’m turning 24 in a few days. I’m actually dreading it.

I think the best birthday i had was my 16th birthday. Every birthday after that is as interesting as a post-coital cigarette.

Oh well…

I received an early birthday present yesterday from my cube mate, Carina. It’s my favourite book ‘Angela’s Ashes’, with that little boy leaning against a wall with that naughty smirk on his face. God knows how long i’ve been looking for that edition. Getting it as a birthday present turned me into a soft jelly. Here it was, someone whom i know for 4 months, gave me THE book. Even Emily, whom i shared a same womb with, doesn’t even know what i’ve been looking for.

Thanks Carina!

Apart from that, i’m dreading convocation as well. I don’t know why. I hate formalities i guess. Why can’t we just get wasted on sangria?

I guess the only thing that i look forward to is this little gathering Martin is organizing. Sort of my birthday/convocation thingy.

It helps self-esteem when people care about you so much.

Well, my ‘new thing to do each week’ this week would be ; to sing infront of faceless crowd.

See you at Church Street, Izuan.

Ha-Ha.

Everyone’s welcome to come and watch for yourself how bad my vocal is. But no throwing of rotten eggs, please. I’d be wearing my favourite black number and i won’t appreciate shenanigans of any sort.