September 14, 2011

35 is the new 'youthful'

The eve of 31 years old was spent trying to avoid cutting my finger while chopping celery and cutting spring onion. It still happened. To my finger... nail. I chipped my fingernail, just a bit. All for a good cause. It ended with some really pretty (but later, I discovered, super creamy and fattening) cakes and an over-loaded angbao from perhaps the only person in my life who simply does not follow my instructions.

The morning of 31 years old was started bright and early, at a place most unexpected, with people most un-traditional, doing something quite out-of the-usual. Our Mee Soto Ayam brought in a profit of about a hundred, won a few accolades from kind parishioners, and one complaint from a (rather calculative, in my opinion) auntie for being 30cents more expensive than she was used to paying for. It ended with a re-watch of The Dark Knight; that's when I made the discovery about the pretty but fattening cakes.

On the 31 years old + one day, life was very much back to the usual since the school term has started. And the story continues... towards the 32nd.

When I was 21 years old, I never imagined what life would be like, what I would be when I'm 31. Now that I'm a decade older, I still can't imagine what it would be like when I'm 41 even if I tried. Sometimes, it comes as a surprise that I'm still here after so many years. Then again, how so many years have just passed! I think the point is in not thinking about it.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 13:22