The mandatory post-birthday post.Work made the big nineteenth [cos it's my last year as a teen] a tad bit dull. No major after-work plans in case of overtime.
I think it's psychological, but I assume I had immunity on my birthday. Work was good, I did headlines for Bintan Resorts and Mark lent me Kesselkramer which is fucking good.
Hans Brinker Budget Hotel hoi hoi! And my mega cool
shing! [cos they're a loud gold] slipons were wowed at. And of cos it just HAD to pour on my shings, whilst I battled the rain with my leopard print leather handle brolly [yes, I'm awfully proud of it] and got off one stop too early to waddle my way to the doctor's because I had indigestion.
Then the sweet people at Mr Thong's celebrated my birthday for me. I was melting inside. Like,
ooooohhh so sweeeeett! I'm gushing. Mmm, then Macs with Dippy in the car cos it was still pouring.
Celebration's spread over a few weeks. No cake from the family cos everyone's on a diet, so Dippy and I are going to search for that perfect cupcake next week. And I've had a million 'birthday dinners', because I can't decide where I want the actual one with the family to be at.
The 12th [2nd celebration] was pretty screwed initially. It poured, and ruined whatever plans I had of al fresco dining at any of my favourite places. And Gold Class tickets for Blood Diamond was sold out, so I had to settle for the usual tickets at VivoCity. I'm not being biased here, but VivoCity really is claustrophobia-inducing, and I've done enough reading up on it to write a Shopping Directory introduction that I can tell you facts like;
VivoCity Golden Village is Singappore's largest multiplex and houses 2,500 seats and 15 screens under its roof. It also has the widest 35mm screen in Asia and screens exclusive art films occasionally. Oh shoot me.
But Blood Diamond is fantastic. I think the first sign of a good movie is one that doesn't make you realise how much time has passed. And it was really poignant, one of those movies that punches you in the gut. It reminded me of Steinbeck's Pearl, Island of the Blue Dolphins.. Flaubert's Madame Bovary even. Greed, inherent good, love, life and death. It makes you aware. It makes you love more. It made me cry.
Dippy got me an advertising magazine and a Fisheye. I can't wait to use it at work on Monday; take photographs of the cargo lift landing and wooden crates. And then later in the week at my extended birthday celebration. [Yeah, I take forever to turn nineteen.]
And to all you darlings with your birthday wishes, thank you thank you thank you. My resolution this year: Not to forget your birthdays. Much more most love, Eileen.
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