I turn 33 on Friday, 3rd March 2006. Great numbers for lottery, I thought. And I have her to wish me just after 12 am. That was sweet; I told her so. And again, it was so sweet of that friend to introduce her. We chatted a bit before fatigue prevailed, as minds went blank and short of breath.
Friday was a tiring day. It was also the office's retreat. We went K-box and everyone not surprisingly wished me happy and sang the you-know-what song. I faked nonchalance, but was truly diffident which is just so me.KL, Cher and I went for a movie titled "Munich" before meeting Ray for dinner. I know, "Munich" seems like such heavy material for a Friday night, but our choice was limited - partly due to the timing, partly because KL and I respectively, has been conscientious in savouring all the Oscar’s nominees, with "Brokeback Mountain" my personal favourite. Cher seldom watches movie, but she is not choosy or anything with what we do. We even went karaoke once even though she don't sing and can't recognise the Chinese characters.
The movie was lengthy, running 21/2 hours at least. We had an angry, hungry man in Ray waiting, who smitten in my presence; I know I have that ability with my sheepish, boyish grin but I didn't think it was needed here. So dinner was in a cafe where on the next table, teenage girls squealed in excitement as birthday candles flickered with the night air: pure coincidence. Ray was really in the mood, teasingly suggesting we joined them. My candle light came in the form of a plastic lighter: Ray's improvisation. Say, I am thinking what he is doing with a lighter when he doesn’t smoke; something to do with his marital problem?
I turn 33 on Friday, but I am still the same old me. I want to change, for better, for her and for myself. But all these would sound too at-the-spur-of-the-moment. What the heck! I will be happy just being myself acting my age for once.
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