Thoughts… off the shower

90% of thirty, nine x 3, 3 short of one-score, 7 past twenty…

Some ways of saying 27…  yes, finally, I’m 27 years old!  You don’t know how long the wait has been for me to reach this totally-insignificant milestone!  All of 27 years since I choked out that first baby cry in Kpg Kerbau Hospital (Singapore)…

Well, I’ve got three more years to get my life in order, before I hit the big 30.  Jesus started his ministry after he turned 30… maybe this is taking "becoming Christ-like" too literally and/or too extreme! 

There is so much for me to think about whenever I celebrate a birthday, as with many people.  But, interestingly, the thoughts this time round revolve not around the philosophical nor the theological, but it concerns celebratory matters.  I blame it on Mr Keasberry (who 2 weeks ago celebrated his quarter-century milestone - now, that’s significant!).  The reason being that he (or rather his gang) threw a blast of a party for him.  (Not that I’m jealous about it… *mutters*)  Anyways, my dearest wife decided that she wants to throw a party for me too!  WOW!!!  And so, we’re having one.  YEAH!!!  …but that causes to me recall: there has probably been only 2 occasions that I had proper birthday celebrations.

The first was when I was 12 years old - my mum prepared a feast and I had my classmates over.  That’s as much as I remembered.  2 photographs ensured I was reminded of that.

The second was for my 17th.  Kenneth, Jamie, Grace, Vivian, Jadely, Serena & Jeremy celebrated with me.  I remember we were at Centrepoint.  Someone suggested we bought food and then trek across to Fort Canning to "eat out".  At Fort Canning, they whipped out a birthday cake to surprise me!  That is a great memory.  Quite a number of photos (taken using a disposable Kodak camera) captured the memory of that night.

For many people, their 18th and/or 21st birthday celebrations are huge.  Not so for me.  My 18th was spent labouring for the "A" levels… hmm, maybe did celebrate, but I definitely can’t recall anything.  My 21st was more miserable.  I was alone in Adelaide (4 months after arriving), yet to make many friends.  None of the few knew when my birthday was, not even mentioning knowing I was turning 21.  And so, on that beautiful day, I walked to the nearby Foodland and bought myself a (cheapskate) "Black & Gold" branded Chocolate Bavarian cake.  That was it.  Quite poignant, I must say…

But now, as I turn 27, I find myself gearing up for (possibly) my biggest ever birthday celebration this weekend… and all organised by my darling wife.  See, told you married life is fantastic! 

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