Friday, April 06, 2007

21

After some delay (thank work) I've finally got some time to blog about my 21st which was quite amusing.

Firstly - copious cuddles and a big thank you to everyone for the well-wishes, calls, txts, cards, pressies and company. To those who weren't able to be there physically, I missed you.

So! On Friday itself I mostly chilled out at home then my folks came back with cake and pressies. Then a bunch of us - my dearest Nikki, M-m-Monkman, Mato, Jaclyn, Loretta and Jeremy went out to Baladi's in Arab Street, this real cool chilled out Lebanese place. Avoided the whole club thing cos for starters its a tad cliche for birthdays (lol, nearly typed bitchdays) and secondly, I wanted actual audible conversation.

Saturday night, dinner with the folks, some extended family and mates at The Line at the Shangri-La. Yummm.

After which Firyal, Nikki, Jeremy and I packed off in a cab - which turned out to be driven by this INSANE driver who started cursing and gesticulating wildly after some random stopped him and apparently said something equating to a racial slur (the offender was Chinese and supposedly said something about the Indian driver being Indian. Ummmm. Yeah. Sure. The point? I don't know.) Then the driver starts cursing and swearing about something equating to a woman's anatomy (WHY I don't know when the offender was male to begin with.) And then he began swerving like all our lives depended on it (at which point my heart skips a good few beats and I mouth frantically to Nikki - OMFG his hands are NOT ON THE WHEEL!!) and swearing, then rambling about how he's the king of doorman's in hotels in Singapore and he's worked in 56 different hotels. All the while I was gripping Nikki's poor arm for dear life and laughing myself silly cos 1) I was clueless 2) I was a tad scared shitless of this loon and us being at the mercy of his hands not being on the wheel at all the wrong times 3) The Mojito's I had over dinner finally started rousing a headache. Nikki and Firyal were also laughing their arses off while Jeremy was doing his best to remain civil and interested in the driver's rambles, which soon led to "Oh you're pretty lucky, surrounded by beautiful girls." THEN after all this madness, he goes "So, Clarke Quay, right?" to which Firyal slaps her forehead cos she specifically got to the cab earlier and told him in private cos it was meant to be my surprise. To which the mad cabbie goes "Oh don't worry you'll still be THRILLED! IT'S A THRILLING SURPRISE! FULL OF THRILLS!" And I mutter to Nikki "God, I'm supposed to be the drunk one here" then we all silently and simultaneously realise that maybe its actually the driver who's had a few. Did I mention he couldn't decide whether his name was Mike or Mahendran?

Firyal: "Oh my god I'm too tired to laugh anymoreeeee......" while clutching her stomach and leaning on the door. Lmao.

So as you can tell, half the entertainment was getting there.

'There' turned out not to be 'ice cream' (I thought Firyal was ever so slightly mad, considering all the food we had at dinner.). It was China One, where it was her boyfriend Raephael's last night fronting his band, and coincidentally or not, (she and Jeremy obviously did some scheming) all the songs the band played were my faves. (: All rock stuff - Eagle Eye Cherry, U2, The Killers, Franz Ferdinand, The Calling, etc. And even the stuff the DJ spun was my favourite old-school tunes from Joan Jett and Aerosmith. All this while Raphael (the dear that he was, and it was only my first time meeting this guy) attempted to get me sloshed.

Thanks hun, it was an awesome night and I appreciate you planning it. :D

And thank you all for the memories. Here's to more headbanging and laughing til our eyeliner runs.

In other news, I'm now waiting (nervously, at that) for the verdict from the unis I applied to. I have to wait til the end of April to know. Ick.

In other other news, I'm picking at the bits of chipping pink polish on my nails. Told you I was random.

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We're having tiffs/rows every other day and I can't see down the line anymore.

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Ketki, come back from New York NOW and bring back what I asked you for!!!! Decorative ribbon optional. *whinges*

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And now before I start spewing utter bullshit, I'm going to bed.

x



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