happy birthday me

25 today at precisely 11 am. was thinking that this is the last birthday ever being single.

when the day approaches, the anticipation gets build up. u wonder what will happen. when i was single, i wonder if today would be the day that i meet someone interesting and i could fall in love. who knows it being my birthday and luck decides to be kind with me and in a serendipitious way and unite me with a john cusack.

when in a relationship, i wonder if today my loved one would do anything out of the ordinary to impress me or the ways he could show his undying love. planes flyby my 16th floor with banners screaming my name. or maybe a blindfolded date that leads to dinner somewhere up in the sky. or fun-filled day at the zoo where ah-meng feeds me fruits and see the polar-bears dive for fishes.

in the end, the day comes and goes. no fireworks in the sky. no marching band playing a birthday song for u in the streets. no minister declaring today is your birthday and 5 percent of the taxes would be credited to u.

i am still the same. phone-filled with sms wishes from friends, families and students. house still incredibly messy, no breakfast, surfing the net and blogging, in my tattered pyjamas and bed hair in an unfashionable toussle.

i looked at myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth. zit still there.

ah well. with life less ordinary, i still smile inside. i gave thanks to the Almighty and creep back into bed, to sleep the morning away and later, have dinner with the funny-funny pple.

happy birthday to me.