This has by far been a fairly “exciting” birthday. Counted down to B-day at St. Regis, had the company of some of the happiest people around me (but of course, they are attending a wedding!)
Aye, I may not have mentioned this, but yes, I was working till late.
And so, I have turned twenty-o-three in a whoosh. Nothing out of the norm this year, stayed home to rest my poor feet and went out for dinner with The Family in the evening. Ever since my 19th birthday, I have not yet managed to justify the joy of gaining an extra year annually, other than jostling around and meeting up with good friends. And at twenty three, I have finally embarked on the journey of my career building. Yes, it has not been an easy journey, not exactly ardous, but alot to learn 
Anyway.
Having stayed at the same place for as long as I can remember, I still love it here and simply abhor the idea of moving elsewhere. So do not give me a new house as a gift, unless you are intending to marry me.
Saying that, it would be nice if you can fedex to me a BF, say someone who will sing songs to me when I can’t sleep (Which rarely happens, but if you sing, you better be Lin-You-Jia-good), or one who has so broad a shoulder(s) I can’t stop marveling or ogling at (Think Elvin Ng/ Nat Ho. Not Hulk Hogan.) or one who will wait for me at the bus stop or void deck when it’s raining and I worked late (Yanling knows what I am talking about), or one who is as good a man like my dad (Omg. This will be tough.) Or at bare minimum, one who has a ready wad of cash in his wallet. OK give me a wad of cash if the aforementioned are too tough to get hold of.
On a more serious note, I do have a trillion needs and wants, practical and non-practical. The more practical ones would be items like a new mobile phone (Samsung F480, no iPhones or Omnia please. Too big, and so not idiot-friendly), a new functional Laptop (Would be good if it’s Fujitsu or Dell, as most people would recommend), a LV wallet (Am still deciding on the right one), a chic pair of formal pants suit, a good pair of working heels & mary-janes, pretty bag for both work & leisure, a new bottle of all-time fave scent, a presentable pair of geeky glasses, and again, a thick wad of cash (Ask me if you want to find out how thick is thick to me. A safe range would be somewhere above S$5k. Haha.), more personal time, more time for friends, MJ & reading, more books to improve my intellectual, a lanyard for my mobile when I’m running around for shows, a chic chaos-preventing-cum-deadline-meeting Organiser for 2009, ETC ETC.
So many things to buy, but so little time to fulfill my shopping desires. This is when friends come in to help bring to life your wishes. Leave the lanyard and scent alone, I am getting it already.
HAHA.
Pris says I am painfully honest at times. I would not beg to differ much.
Moving on to broad shoulders, I was recently reminded of how much I love broad shoulders. One too many broad shoulders around me. I gawk, I marvel, I ogle. Painfully unabashed at the admission of my admiration, I know. I love broad shoulders.
And looks of professionalism beneath that pair of glasses, I like.
