It's my birthday, I thought, as I woke up and the sun was shining way too brightly for it to be 7 o'clock. I remember I used to wake up at 6 in the morning just so that I could switch off the lights, and the only light would be the flicker of my birthday candles, and everything would go dark once I had blown them. This is probably why people hold birthday parties at night, I used to think, except that was something I could never do because I couldn't bear the thought of spending any of my awake hours a year older without having blown out the candles on my cake.
I asked for chocolate this year: to hell with pimples. I used to have cheesecake, and not that it isn't good, but for some reason this year I need to indulge. Only 1 candle, because I will have two big candles on my cake next year, one for each decade. Did not sing the birthday song the RGS way, dragging the name long and loud like a "Yam Seng!" at a Chinese dinner, to wish the birthday girl a long and happy life.
And we went out for buffet as usual, and I wore a white pinstripe blouse with Victorian ruffles, and grey pants, and black shoes, and my mom and I talked about Siu Qey's black shoes, when she revealed to me that the pinstripes were actually made of translucent see through material. But it isn't wrong, what, I said, because I'm wearing another layer inside. But I still wondered if my beliefs were changing.
After the buffet I didn't see Fullerton. Too far, and my parents are old. Told them about AIESEC dances and cited it as a probable reason for sudden thinning of waist despite gain of weight. Mom was very amused.
Went home, and borrowed 2 VCDs for my dad and I to watch. Both proclaimed that Spiderman 2 was good, which made me feel good.
And as I download 2 versions of On My Own from Les Miserables (because I love Lea Salonga's version, but the other downloads faster), I'm beginning to think I'm changing, and I had better list down what I am before and after before I forget, before I think that the before was any better than the after.
Both are good. Just... different.