My 22nd Year - celebrated last weekend (b'day tales).

Post-Wednesday-night dinner, my stomach has folded into itself and is now incapacitated. For some reason, I still wore a belt to the dinner (pre-warning myself to not wear one rendered itself useless)....maybe I just felt daring. Stupid mistake. On the flipside, the ten-courses of portionalised goodness added a new roundness to my waist. More is good. Plus I wanted to memorialise the upcoming 09/09/09 date.

Fast forward from there, my Friday entailed a different kind of fun-filled outrageness - 90s MUSIC! Nostalgic tunes fused with alcohol and hounds of young folk rubbing up each other makes for the ultimate social experience - where the lubrication seeps in the form of cheesy/cringe-worthy harmonies that make you go "awwww"). That's right, friends and me hit the funky town to re-live the hay days as once-almighty hipsters roaming school halls, seeking identity and friends and popularity (I never was cool though, and I completely relished that with my bowl-shaped haircuts). I mean, I yearn for Memory Lane when my life is paddling through Shit Creek and this night certainly evoked the fun, less-attractive and bitter party-man. I did inhale wafts of imported Irish beer, Chartreuse etc. to be N*sync (oh I'm so clever) with the night and my peeps knew what it meant to hold a lanky, uncoordinated Asian wanker up in a club that's playing host to multitudes of the ghost-coloured masses. I heart the TLC treatment. Oh MAN I'm nailing it with the witty 90's pop-cultural references.

















Saturday was peacefully spent with my dear sister and other close family, where we made and ate our own Vietnamese rice-paper rolls and shared funnies over a deck of cards and some Fifth Element action. Always needed after 6 straight hours of dry-humping.

And finally, God's day consisted of a more open, family feel where the BBQ was lit and the aunts/uncles/strangers mingled and chewed away at beef skewers. My actual birthday day kind of began when I woke up at 11:30 and my guests arrived an hour prior, alas a smooth start. As the day went on I chowed down two whole heifers and my attire was basically what I call patriotic-wear (a shirt with Khmer scribing and Apsara hotties, and Asian fisherman pants). I am still proud of that ensemble. Gift-opening time came about (I honestly did expected nothing as I'm a prick) and presented before me was a silver box, kind of heavy and as I turned the lid, a burst of white light beamed. I had received a brand new, spunkylicious Nintendo Wii. I almost vomited my week's worth of food. Unexpected and epic. Rarely do I use those two life-altering terms within the same sentence. You may gasp now. Thereafter we fired the new baby up and swung our night away.

Overall - the dinner, the 90s music, the peace and the Wii, all key elements to what I will classify as the quintessential birthday. Life is green.

;)