Eight Days Ago

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334700.post-64119612436175909442008-06-14T13:45:00.004+08:002008-06-14T15:13:53.062+08:00Eight Days AgoI had wanted a grand birthday celebration when I turned 45. Five more years to the big five zero. Maybe do the Macarena and dance till the cows come home. I refuse to grow old or rather, one year older. But what you want is not necessarily what you will get. My birthday slipped in quietly on the morning of the 6th and left equally incognito 24 hours later. Well, almost. A handful of birthday messages came in through SMS and Facebook. There were no bundles of presents to open and it passed just like any other day. As I had taken leave from work for my birthday, my colleague had presented me with a lovely gift pack from Crabtree & Evelyn a few days earlier and THAT had already been opened before the actual day. I couldn't wait! Of course, the gift delighted me to bits and helped to soothe the worries of an upcoming appointment with my gynae. (which I may write about later). Papa Bkworm didn't let the day go by without a touch of pomp and fanfare so he dropped a hint with the servers at Italiannies where we had my birthday dinner and that brought a group of servers to our table just before dessert was served. They sang. With tambourines and gusto, they make it known that Bkworm was celebrating her birthday and I even got to blow a candle which sat on top of a slice of bread and butter pudding, compliments of the restaurant. Awww.....the Filipino server and leader of the pack is so cute! *feels like a teenager all over again* I felt the heat rise to my face as they sang on top of their voices. Make no mistake. It was not a case of the hot flushes but really, Bkworm was blushing! That, sort of made up for the lack of a real birthday cake this year, though no fault of anyone since I had specifically requested that none should be bought as the last one we got for Little Bkworm's birthday took up a lot of fridge space when nobody took more than a slice each from the 1kg cake. The next evening, as we were standing outside GSC waiting for the <a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0499448/">Prince Caspian</a> movie to start, Papa Bkworm handed me a plastic bag. Inside was this - a hardcover volume of Sex And The City : The Movie. <a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BRr89uVoA18/SFNsGJz-z2I/AAAAAAAAAwE/BVm5o-KAemw/s1600-h/415bJmNzmUL._SS400_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BRr89uVoA18/SFNsGJz-z2I/AAAAAAAAAwE/BVm5o-KAemw/s400/415bJmNzmUL._SS400_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211628046766755682" border="0" /></a> It was a lovely surprise because I didn't even know that this book was already available in the bookstores. I've watched the entire six seasons of <a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.hbo.com/city/">SATC</a> and I am really looking forward to watch the <a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.sexandthecitymovie.com/">movie</a>, though not necessarily at the cinema, if you know what I mean. Will Carrie really marry Mr. Big in the end? And can Smith Jerrod finally tame Samantha Jones and make her a one man woman at last? Eeee.....I can't wait. God willing, if I get to my fiftieth year, I shall have that grand celebration with a grandkid in tow, huh?? *laughs out loud*Bkwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16230980046271675961de_bookworm@yahoo.com