I’m freshly 25 as I write this, and I already think that this could possibly be my best age thus far (trust me, I’ve lived quarter of a century plus few hours, so I know). I’m wiggling into ‘real adulthood’ with loving family, love of my life, new and old friends AND feel-good vibes which I have earned back. Challenges may arise and tears may fall, undoubtedly. Nevertheless, I’m going to put on my imaginary rainbow-colored cape and look forward anything and everything that comes my way.
Note : This blog post is part of my 30 Days Microblog Challenge which I began in September 2018. To read more from this series, you can select ‘Microblog’ under Category. Or, search for #therainbowhatmicroblogs on Instagram. 🙂 Topics for this series are a mix of my own brainchild and prompts from my Insta-friends.
Note: Blogging since 2008, and I’ve never written a birthday post for myself. So, this is pretty much just me talking to myself. Psssss.. I’d let you listen too.
On the eve of my birthday, I laid in bed just wildly imagining if my life would take a drastic turn as clock ticked to mark my birthday. You see, as much engineering school teaches one to think with logic and facts, I sometimes (okay, more times that I’d like to admit la) fail at it. I’m one of those delusional types who let her mind wander nonsensically, and reading fictions has only worsened it. I diligently set my alarm at 6.15 a.m., so that I don’t miss out on the exact moment I turn 24.
The alarm rang. It was dark, and nothing seems to be happening. I rubbed around my to find my glasses, because maybe my poor vision was distracting that ‘something’ from happening. I put my glasses on, and still, nothing happened. I just twisted and turned until I was completely awake. And then reality hit me. I was taking this little game far too seriously, wasn’t I? It really didn’t mean much, to want to be awake at the exact moment I turned 24. I just shook the thought out of my mind, quite literally so, and resumed my slumber.
Reminiscing all the above after about 2 weeks since it happened, it dawns upon me how much I’m still so same and different at the same time. I still make up little pretence games, get paranoid over unanswered phone calls (limited persons only) and tear up when I’m actually angry. But, I’ve also changed so much!
10 years back, I was at least 15 kilograms lighter, and thought I’d never grow my hair beyond my collar (so that I won’t have to tie it). That obviously changed, because, now, I am at my (psssss.. *whispers*) heaviest weight and longest hair ever since Amma pushed me out. I’m far more emotional these days, when back in the days, I couldn’t care less. I used to have many friends, but I barely made an attempt then. Now, I sometimes make an attempt, but I have far less friends. What used to be limitless hopes and exciting dreams are now trimmed bucket lists, hidden somewhere in a box on my bookshelves.
Okay, maybe this all sounds too miserable now. I’m actually doing fine. It’s just that all the birthday game got into my head a lot more than little. This is simply a self reflection. A reminder to myself to stop spending too much time with my BFF whose name is Sleep. To those of you eavesdropping, let this string of words remind you how all those dreams and hopes you have for yourself still could happen. You just got to start doing something. Even if it means writing a long blog post that probably wouldn’t even mean much to others.
P/s: The last time I saw myself in the mirror, I still don’t look like Rihanna. How long you reckon the full transition will take?
I’ve written a Birthday Shoutout for this person a couple of years ago, on my old blog. I would’ve conveniently recycled that post (it’s been appearing on my Facebook Memories all day!), but since I’m expecting this person to invest in my dream ‘Reading Room’ and gastranomy adventures, I shall spend some time to write this la kan. So, on the day The Mister turns 24, here are 12 random things about Rice *drum rolls* :
He might vomit if you asked him to blow a balloon. It’s VERY amusing to watch.
If he’s down with flu, he does not blow his own nose because he finds it disgusting.
He is one tough critic when he is proofreading essays and writings.
He sings absolutely EVERY song that there is with the wrong lyrics.
You should never ask him to pick a restaurant (or you’ll end up walking kilometres before you could start eating).
If you asked him to cast actors for a movie, he’d choose the darker shade for the villain role (Okay, let’s not make a big deal out of it la?)
He used to play with imaginary sharks, because he found it more amusing than playing with other kids.
He gets annoyed with hot weather, excessive whining, certain tone of speech and harsh English words spoken by me.
When he retires, he’s ought to write a book entitled ‘1001 Ways to Annoy Thara’.
I’ve not met any adult who can speak gibberish as fluently as he does.
Two years passed the previous blog, and he still needs his Mum and Aunt to clip his fingernails for him.
Some days, he gets into this Strict 90’s Parent mode, and goes on lecturing me in oh-so-uncle-ish ways.
That’s twelve completely random things that you probably don’t even want to know about Rice. As I write this post today, I am genuinely feeling grateful that life has crossed my path with The Mister (you could gag, if you want to from this point forward. Heeee..) I’m probably extra extra nice due to hormones and it’s his birthday.
Happy Birthday Mister!
I wish to be bugging you with lame games, lots of questions and stories for decades to come. Thank you for being a very responsive human diary, even if that sometimes ends in tears and phone hangs. 😛 Thank you for being quirky, humorous and sensible all at the same time. With this, we will end your birthday celebration and forget that I owe you gifts. Heeee..