I'm twenty-five today!

Whoa...a quarter of my lifespan just flew pass me! Feel so captive to the carousel of time. No return but only looking back at how I've been living my life. And I can never feel happier where I am now because I got nothing to complain about. The favour and blessings from the Lord are more than enough for me. I survived the stormy years of teenage life and young adulthood, and I'm all gird up to take on more in the next few years. Praise God!

Actually, for the past 25 years of my life, I've never really perceived my birthday to be a special occassion. For many of the years, it just came and went. If you ask me how I celebrated my sweet sixteen or 21st birthday, I really cannot give you any answer. My memory of those times is simply fuzzy. When I was young, I remember that my mummy would come back from work with a birthday cake on that day, and we would all hover around the cake that night, and sing a birthday song and cut the birthday cake. She used to buy those creamy sponge cakes that you get from the neighbourhood bakeries; and there would always be the "Happy Birthday, Charlene" written in icing on the top of the cake. I would blow the candles and cut the cake. There won't be any presents cos' I would have exhausted all my "gift privileges" before October (I would beg my mum to buy me the latest toys as my birthday or Xmas presents in advance). Those were the days. We stopped doing the cake thing for some time. Nowadays, we do dinners minus the cake (heh, unless it comes free with some bday discount; but rarely do we do the blowing of candles ritual at home). I have never had one of those MacDonald's parties. It was something every kid wanted for their birthdays (the 80s babies esp would agree with this), including me. It would sure be weird to have one now though. Hmm...still can't figure out why everyone was so crazy about it then.

Today, though, was rather special. And I'm recording this because I want to capture this and remember this in the future. When the clock struck 12 the night before, I started receiving several SMSes with birthday greetings. Subsequently, the next day I received more SMSes and some birthday messages and virtual gifts on facebook and friendster (the beauty of electronic media and birthday reminders...haha, can save money on bday gifts too =) sincere nonetheless =)). Dolled up and clad in the most youthful-looking top in my wardrobe, bright and cheery, I took off to Vivo for main service at ten-ish. Fast forward to after service: I received a huge sunflower stock from me beloved youths. Really pleasant surprise cos' I thought they wouldn't have known (again, the beauty of bday reminders and friendster). That in itself had me grinning from ear-to-ear as I navigated the walkways of vivo after service with my sunflower and invited stares from people strolling through the mall. After that, had a nice lunch at Beach Road and got my fix of Ah Balling which I've been craving for a few weeks now.

Unsuspecting, I went back to church after lunch. Everything seemed normal. Did back-up for youth service--Jer is getting so smooth as a worship-leader, so proud of him!--and we breaked to discuss our skits. All this while, I was oblivious to the "conspiracy" that was brewing in the next room. Different ones took turns to present their skits. Then our cast for the last skit (which was "save for the last" in EQ's words) took to the stage. Again, everything started per normal, and nothing was peculiar. I was anticipating Tine's defining moment---her most "deh" performance, but it didn't come. Instead, this cheeky girl got a few members from the audience up onstage to check out this red box that she was holding. She gestured to me to join her and peek into this box, and then she urged me to open it. As I opened it, everyone started singing "happy birthday!" This "naughty" bunch had hidden this scrap book they made for me in the box!! Ok, for those of you who were there, you probably get the picture of what I'm recording here. For those of you who are simply clueless about what I'm trying to say (which is really ineffable or difficult to express in words), the bottomline is, I was, in Ashton Kutcher's words "punked" heh. It was really unexpected. Me being the cry baby I am, was touched to tears instantly. Ern, Ja and Bell said some sweet things that made it even harder to turn off the tap. These "crazy" kids (and I mean it in love, affection and jest =)), had spent so much time, effort and monies making this scrap book. They even pasted my picture (which was taken of me holding the sunflower which Ram took for me in the morning) on the cover page. That was an enormous suprise and one of the best birthday gifts ever! Thanks guys!

There were actually more suprises after that (skilfully crafted I must say)....hehe but I won't be divulging much here. The guru will prob not be pleased if any trade secrets were readily disclosed to others ;) All you guys @ church are great at creating surprises! Besides, it's now 1 am and my birthday is over! Gotta go to work tomorrow too. All I can say is that, the gifts I got today were given with much love and warmth. I may be older today, but I'm just so glad that my last 25 years have been worthwhile. The SMSes, well-wishes, hugs, and gifts speak volumes of God's favour upon me. Praise God forever and ever, Amen!