Turning 22

Before I know it I'm suddenly 22. Another year, gone, just like that.  O.O
I'M ANOTHER YEAR OLD OMG HOW CAN. I need to check for wrinkles, I already have stretch marks tell me this isn't happening.

I'm forever 18 in my mind. There, problem solved.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.


So what did I do on my birthday? The usual, plus something new this year, or rather someone. :) Who spent really a lot this time round for my birthday so I just wanna say again, thankyou baby <3 I loved everything, the dinner, the present, and the time spent :)

And thankyou to all my dear friends who wished me, either via Facebook, twitter or personal texts. For all those who did, I love y'all! :D

For those who didn't, well, let's just say nothing lost. :)


My birthday has never really been a special time for me ever, nor a time that I looked forward to. It's kind of funny how I always dread it, how I always manage to get myself all moody a week or two before my birthday. I never really liked having birthdays, because somehow I always find myself disappointed. Except for some memorable ones like in year one where joysu and enkee barged into the room with a cake (that was really nice :D) or the year weixin bought me elehwany and a few more. Maybe I'm just bitter about last year. I don't know.

But luckily this year I managed to get myself less expectant and eager. No disappointments at least. Had a nice dinner with both my mum and dad, and a late night supper with the Boy, who released his exclusive preview of the 3 presents he got me, right aft midnight. 3 presents, yeah. Hahaha actually it could have been 6 presents.

I LOVE MY RILAKKUMA POLAROIDDDDD WHEEEEE :DD

The shopaholic in me screams like a bitch each time I look at it. It's screaming at me to buy more polaroids, more bags and more polaroids. This proves to be an obstacle I have to overcome.

But other than the polaroid, I now have a book to store all of it in; the stubs and miscellanous, which I actually found a box to place it in, but now everything goes into the book, and the book shall go into the box.

The boy insists he will be a millionaire. I shall throw away the stub. Muahahaha

Went to a really nice dinner place and all at Rochester Park, and it was really pretty atas. I didn't even know that place existed actually, much less that it had restaurants and bars down its lane.

The food was REALLY good also. The boy got lamb shank (with caramelized brussel sprouts ohgosh damn nice) and I got yellow chicken with squash that tasted like sweet potatoes.

Also got the tiramisu which the place was supposed to be famous for, according to reviews, and dark chocolate souffle (YUMMYYUMYUMNOMNOMNOM). I think I ate too slowly, they served the souffle and tiramisu before I could finish my chicken. Nehneh. Couldn't they have waited for me to finish at least. Ok maybe I should have just eaten faster, but the chicken was really hard to cut.

The price was really atas too, like $25 for the souffle only. But it was really really really very yummy though! Worth going there again, I wanna try the entire lamb shank for myself muahahaha. And the vanilla icecream was so nice the boy's eyes went triple its size when he ate it.
The ORIGINAL VANILLA O.O. How on earth do they do it???

After the dinner we managed to catch the korean movie, Soar into the Sun (i think) before going home. AIRPLANES SWOOSH SWOOSH. Pil seung~!!!

It was ok for me, but the boy loved it. So, yeahhhh go watch it if you like action and cheesy plots and lots of bombing + fighter planes. And shin sekyung....and rain. *pukes*

HEEEEEEEE.



So I guess this is where I write down my thoughts and chingchonghchang to commemorate me turning 22. But what do I write. Hmmmmmmmmmm.

I don't really have much to say, except that this year has been perhaps one of my happiest. I've lost friends, gained friends, lost confidence, gained it back, lost love, gained love. The usual sorts. It hasn't been smooth sailing, especially the beginning of this year, and I'm just trying to get everything back on track even till now. Turning 21 was supposed to be a big milestone for me, but I guess turning 22 is actually bigger. Graduating, learning how to deal with society throwing its responsibilities at you and nagging at you to fulfill your obligations, and the first step into the working life. Getting into a relationship and learning step by step each day, thinking much more, worrying much more. Yup, 22 is definitely much much more life changing than I thought. On being 22, however, I have to celebrate that I'm that much closer to taking charge of my life, albeit having more bills to pay and more mouths to feed. Independence was all I ever dreamt of, and that will be what I shall aim for. I've kinda digressed from that goal but I'm going back.

This year is almost over, but next year will be better. I have no cake this year so I have no birthday wish, but if I had one I would wish for less disappointments and more inner peace. I need quite a lot of it.



Talking about all these is making me sad and moody. This post is dragging too far.

Goodnight and happy (belated) 22nd birthday to me! :D

xo,
Mrs Micky