26-06-14

Yesterday I awoke to the realisation that I wasn't nineteen anymore. Funny little things, birthdays - they creep up on you and you think you're prepared to face them, you get excited waiting for them and all but when it comes to the day itself you wake up and the only thought that crosses your mind is "Oh. I'm not nineteen anymore."


So. I'm now twenty, and everything's just as it always is, which is a relief because it's just a birthday really, nothing special pleasedon'tmakeafussofthings because then things will get awkward and I've always hated when people made a huge fuss of my birthday anyway, it always felt like yes it was a special day but it's really not that special, the world keeps turning and it's only a day anyway so please just carry on.

Anyway! I hadn't planned anything for my birthday at all except to maybe head home after work to have dinner with my parents and then maybe watch a movie or something but then guess who came to kidnap see me after work
You guessed it.

 Kira had texted me while I was at work, asking me about my (lack of) birthday plans, then showed up at my office at 6pm announcing that it was my birthday and I deserved a proper celebration so she was going to bring me out for some fun.

Of course, she didn't have anything planned either, so we checked for events and it turns out there was a singles-mingle that night at Boomerang near Boat Quay...

What it looks like in the day - trust me, it's a helluva lot more crowded at night.

So we were all "well fuck it, if there's a time to try something like this it's gonna be now" and headed straight there to see exactly what kind of crowd an event like that would attract. We didn't stay more than 10 minutes though - it was too crowded and intimidating, and everyone there just looked sad and pathetically hopeful that someone would talk to them. As sad as Kira and I are, we're not THAT sad, so we just... Left.

I suppose the concept of a singles-mingle was interesting, and if everyone hadn't looked so bored we would have stayed. Definitely not keen on trying that again, but if it sounds good I might just go for one again to sate my curiosity.

We ended up at a bar along Clarke Quay - what sucked was how much I wanted to just go with one cocktail (I always limit myself to just ONE) but couldn't because this is what happens when I take alcohol:

Yes, it's the dreaded Asian Flush.
My ancestors have failed me.

In other words, thank god for mocktails - we went for a Cool Collin each and just sat there chatting about anything and everything.

Cool Collins - they look better than they taste, unfortunately.

Reminiscing as always - holy shit we had terrible hair when we were younger.
And bottom left I still remember hahaha - it was some class trip to the Science Centre back in '09!

Thankfully we do look much better now.

Though old habits die hard - weird faces are still a must when it comes to girls and cameras.

And I'm putting this up here because this is MY blog and I can't believe it actually looked pretty good for a quick weird selfie.

All in all it was a great birthday celebration (no matter how impromptu or unplanned it was) and I really did have fun. Thanks Kira for growing up and surviving secondary school with me, I'm really thankful we're still close! Next time we go out, let's go for proper drinks (and don't let me chicken out with a mocktail okay)!

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