You wonder how you've turned from this:
to this:
I'm now going to be brave and not deny this aging process as I'm proud of ALL the phases that I've experienced; i.e. of being fat, being the jealous gf, being too sensitive and emotional, having arthritis and rheumatic fever, ponteng classes and menyorok dalam locker (AND later belakang pokok, tapi kantoi because of the stupid fluorescent blue kain sekolah), the never-ending family chaos, the period of extreme vanity (oh those pouty, headshot photos.eek), rebellion, love, heartache, and many many more. Some too embarrasing to mention. Don't even get me started on the fashion fads I've been through; The oversized shirts, the bohemian craze, the wristband and bangle fever, the coloured pants, the bell-bottoms (oh yeah), the flowered and sequined jeans, etc etc.
Dull, you say?
I beg to differ.
Happy aging, Wuggly. :)
PS: Special thanks to the Italian guy who brought out the cake and sang Happy Birthday with unmatchable gusto. Baci e abbracci, little man, baci e abbracci.
And ofcourse, to my wonderful wonderful friends, my days in Wellington would not be as sweet without you. :)
