The Big 2-3 and the Realisation of a Few Things.

Okay so as I turned 23 years I realised a few things.
Small digression : Yes, yes my birthday was yesterday..those of you who wished me and sent me gifts - you ROCK. You guys are mindblowingly awesome and to quote some dude who won an Oscar "You love me! You REALLY love me!"
Those of you who didn't wish me - You suck. Wish me now! Wish me now, dammit!

Okay okay so I realised a few things.

(This is a picture I took on my birthday dinner last night. It is my 'Mahi knows something now that she didn't know previously' a.k.a my 'Realisation' smile. Also I think I look pretty in it, so there.)

I was on the bus when a few kids hopped on. They were tiny. Really tiny. Like 1/5 my height, and they carried school bags that were literally as big and probably weighed about the same as them. This one girl with really long hair, flopped onto a seat, shrugged off her bag and then, stood up and started executing these really nifty dance moves.
It was ADORABLE interesting to watch.
As I watched I found myself starting to smile.
She seemed really into the dance. It was fascinating to watch her complete lack of inhibition and her facial expressions. She was quite literally marching to the beat of her own drum. I think I sort of envied her. She saw me smiling at her, she smiled back, continued dancing and finally sat down when her brother pulled her to sit down.
I think I sort of felt sad for her then. Life somehow gets to you sometimes, eh?

My parents got me this beautiful white gold ring with 3 diamonds on it, for my birthday. Its amazing how something so tiny can make someone feel so......beautiful and lovely and grown up.
I SO get the phrase 'Diamonds are a girl's best friend' now.
:D
(Note to future woo-ers - Be smart in your wooing. Flowers-shmowers. Think 'Diamonds'. Heh heh)

And speaking of wooing, if you must know, my Valentine's Day was absolute shit. Having to suffer through cramps, sitting for a test and then being stuck in peak hour traffic FOR THREE MIND-NUMBING hours is NOT my idea of 'bringing sexy back'.
I was SO not 'bringing sexy back' on the 14th of Feb.
I NEVER end up 'bringing sexy back' on the 14th of Feb.
Screw you St. Valentine. You know what St. Valentine? I don't even think you EXISTED.

Speaking of bringing sexy back, why the hell is everyone suddenly getting married, engaged, attached or in-the-process-of-being-attached?
Is there something in the water!?
Why can't I have some of that water, dammit.
Like you, Do I not bleed if I am pricked?
Like you, Do I not cry if I am hurt?
Like you, why can't I Bring Sexy Back, too?
(I'm sorry I'm loving the phrase 'bringing sexy back'. I can't stop using it!)

I wonder why everyone seems to think I'm a party animal. Almost everyone who heard that I spent my birthday having a quiet dinner with friends, responded with "What happened to your party animal days?"
I hate that. Coz it makes me sound like Paris Hilton, who yuckily enough, shares the same birthday as me. If you draw comparisons between the two of us, I will shoot you.
It also brings to mind the image of a inebriated me, wearing leopard print clothes, drunkenly staggering around (which I assure you has never happened, ever....well at least not all at the same time.)
Anyway that made me realise that I'm quite homely.
Who woulda thunk it?

That's all for now, folks.
Have a good weekend guys!
Oh, and Gong Xi Fa Cai (that's 'Happy New Year', coz it's the Chinese New Year. What? You didn't know? Shame on you. That's also all the Chinese I know.)