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So, it finally arrived. I was actually anticipating it secretly. With great age comes greater wisdom they say. But I'd beg to differ. I still feel the same la. Anyhoos, it was pretty quiet this year, given the over the top celebration last year. the highlight was the fact that I had cupcakes instead of a birthday cake. I actually preferred that. Too much sugar might make one end up in a diabetic coma. =p

It was pretty cool that I had Sha around for the day before she bites the dust. Mum made me wear a really beautiful saree to church. I felt so Indian. You know, with the whole birthday+saree thing. The only thing missing was me walking around with a box of Indian sweets proclaiming to the world that it was my birthday. Yes, I know I share the same birthday as India but the whole saree thing was a little absurd but I had fun trying to walk around and especially trying my best not to trip over!

One amazing surprise was Aunt's awesome blossom luncheon spread. Oh baby, it was a mind blowing, gastronomical feast. I'm beginning to feel a strange gut feeling that my birthday this year was themed around food.

Dinner that night was quaint and much to my liking. Ah, food again. It was at Finnegan's, the good ol' Irish pub in Hartamas Square. Being the hero that I am, I decided to order some funky all day breakfast thing. It was pretty cool albeit for the fact that I did find it quite hillarious to be eating baked beans, bacon, toast and bangers at 8 p.m.! Rofl. I expected REAL cranberry juice but was greeted with the artificial, out of the carton can. Who cares? I downed it anyway.

The night ended with me going to bed with a smile on my face. No party, regardless of how big and lavish can beat the feeling of being loved by the people who matter most to you.

Welcome Back ME!

Well well, welcome back self! Blogging to me started following suit of a host of various things I get started on, purely based on the euphoria of the moment. After a couple of days, or rather weeks (okay... months to be precise), I began to lose interest in whatever I oh-so eagerly started with sooooo much fervour!

This thought brings me back to all those things which were such a fad it its own time that I always end up feeling so compelled to be a part of (Thank God for adolescence/adulthood that somehow teaches me contentment). Let's see what can I categorize amongst this.. Hmmm, too deep a thought innit? Nevermind-lah! I remember the age of the tamagotchis. I also remembered how I rolled on the floor, throwing a fit just to get my hands on a virtual pet which actually boasted a whole bunch of positive prospects to my ickle, childish mind.

Oh well, that's just to give a background to my much awaited post after aeons! Hehehe... Well, Blogging. Everyone was doing it and as for me, all I used to do is read blogs to pin point grammatical errors. (I always have this gnawing feeling that I somehow have a serious kinship with Shakespeare. Shoot me, please). After much haggling with my mind on whether I SHOULD start a blog, the weak flesh finally gave in somewhere in October 2009.

Right now, I see the perks of blogging. The feeling of having your life (or rather significant events in your life) at the fingertips of loved ones is quite enlightening and in some instances time saving (like you don't have to repeat the same old thing 3 million times, like a broken tape recorder).

Therefore, blogging world, HERE I COME, AGAIN!!


P.S: Welcome back, ME! *throws multi-coloured confetti around*

Later but not too late,
r