September 09, 2010

3 tens is thirty

I'm turning three-0 soon.

An acquaintance who has the same birthday commented on her own fb that she couldn't believe it and she didn't sound like it's something that she wanted to believe.

Well, I do. I do very much believe that I'm going to be thirty soon. In fact, somehow, I feel 'ready' for it, if there ever is a need to feel ready for being a certain age. But you know, around me, many friends go into secrecy mode when asked about their age. Me? I just say that I'm thirty this year, starting from like... March, when I was still 29.5 years old. I'm thirty lor, so... what's the big deal?

If three-o comes with a stable, even established career, a hubby, kids of your own and HDB flat to finance, then I'm not the typical thirty. Well, except for the HDB flat, which I co-own with my parents and not my hubby, who is non-existent, btw.

At some point in time, I figured that passing birthdays is just a matter of passing days. Nevertheless, I was perhaps a little excited to meet the 3 tens. I even planned a little treat for my family and Em. Maybe I was just getting bored of my age beginning with '2'. '3' sounds like a good start. OR not. Who cares! It sounds like good reason for a hi-tea buffet anyway!

Yet, the real spoiler has to be my boyfriend. 'Cos my mind is swimming with some puzzling things he said and then, reinforced by unhelpful things he said to explain the earlier puzzling things he said.

So, instead of seriously looking forward to the long weekend and my birthday right in the mid of the long weekend, I am feeling rather confused and bothered and constipated and moody. Argh! Damn.

This is the time when I feel like having one of those huge inflatable hammers and just hammer onto his head. But, guess what? That would only invite a new row where he thinks I'm being unreasonable and crazy and evil-possessed.

Just think, how many, many arguments and conflicts could be resolved (or at least, put to rest) if only everyone has a better sense of humour, or a more extendable limit of it!

This is the time when I start babbling on my blog cos I just don't know what else to do to distract myself and I'm hungry (again!) and feeling emotionally constipated and wanting very much to point the accusing finger towards the boyfriend but am trying not to (well, at least not all five fingers).

Drats, what would a 30 year old women do?

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 18:48