Pictures from my 29th

The lovely flower ice-cream acting as my birthday cake!

Oops, someone's not too happy with the presentation of his belgium waffle

Seventy-percent

Sneak preview of how the place is turning out. I really like the living room - we transformed a dull looking place to something so bright & clean

When u wanna be forever 18

I am officially in the last yr of my twenty-hood. My colleagues surprised me with a birthday cake today & ironically, it had 10 candles on it. Not sure if it's a function of getting the yr wrong, or that the candles were used as fillers. I have reached the age that i am beginning to agree that "a woman's age is a secret" so i'd wanna be forever 18.

I recall that this time last yr, i was staying at home all alone, waiting for KL to come home from work. My biggest wish for the yrs ahead is really peace and harmony, & happiness and health. I pray that KL will be a happier person in his new "pasture" & that all will turn out well. As for me, better luck with the search of a new "pasture" too and well, i do believe that fate hasn't come knocking yet.

I recall that in my early 20s, there'd always be friends remembering your birthdays & there'll always be a birthday celebration. Come late 20s, your friends have their own families and well, maybe they might begin to forget your birthday. I don't blame them, coz afterall, i am no gd initator of birthday gatherings too. I'll be thankful if just a handful remember this day and well, thanks to Facebook, u do receive birthday greetings, virtual bouquets, cakes etc.

Oh well, I wonder what lies ahead. I think when i turn 30, i'll take the initative to organize my own birthday bash - to celebrate that the 30s is the new 20s and that i am a woman, hear me roar :)

Unfamilar in familar ground

We have officially shifted out of Parc Vista and since the renovations will only be completed in mid Oct, I am back at Parc Oasis for the next 3 weeks.

It's strange that just a yr living on my own, this place is seemingly familar, yet unfamilar. My dad changed his desktop and now, i am logging into the "guest"account - which is ironic. My wardrobe, which used to be stuffed with clothes, bags, shoes, are now filled with my mum's clothes. I sleep alone on a single bed and back in my tiny little room with all my stuff toys.

I do kinda miss Parc Vista, especially since we lived there for a solid yr! That place, while it doesn't belong to me, holds deep memories. It's the place that i spent many nights alone waiting for him to come home, the place that i also had many tiffs about the stressful job & also the place that he threw the most tandrums. When i was packing up to leave, i did feel a tinge of unwillingness. Afterall, it was a roller-coaster 400+ days and that was the place that contained a huge part of this roller coaster memory.

I snapped shots of the chaotic environment (with boxes and all) before we left, just for keepsake.