26 and counting

Yesterday marks 26 years to the day that I was born. It was eventful but yet rather subdued.

I was no where near my high standards of being intoxicated. As a matter of fact, I can really say that I had too much blood in my alcohol. I also broke the 4 year running of having my face smashed into my birthday cake. I helped of course that Alvin brought over a really nice Banana Chocolate cake from Secret Recipe, which he currently owns and operates.

I didn’t take many photos because I was lost in the sea of friends which doesn’t happen too often. I actually feel guilty for neglecting some friends but I’ll make it up sooner or later. This also marks the first time since 1997 that I had a birthday party at home. It is also the first time ever that it did not involve barbecuing although there was one dish that was barbecued, a delicious pig head.

There were full of surprises for me that day, not least the presents which I never expected. Sometimes you get to an age where you don’t really care if you receive anything or not. They’re presence was a present in itself but the most outstanding gift has to be the remote control car that Clem got me. I can’t wait to start modifying its engine.

A fantastic confrontation, which was pure coincidence, happened towards the end of the day but I’m not going to indulge too much upon it. Some memories are better just remembered.

But the sad part is that of all my friends, not one bothered to bring along a single female friend which simply pisses me off. The ones that they did bring were their girlfriends or wives. Talk about rubbing it in your face. 🙂