the Big Two-Oh!

Not sleeping well and having to wake up early at a godforsaken hour for a 10 hour working stint is fine. That day being a Saturday, not so nice. Getting stuck in traffic on the way home along a never-jam-before snailrail expressway on the eve of one’s date of birth is stretching it.

I reached home agitated. ONLY 60 minutes before the party. *panic* I so needed a shower badly. And brush my teeth, take a dump and drown myself in mist of eau de toilette. Fast forward 2 hours, I got to Dome Island Plaza. Yes, I was late for my own birthday party! Almost everybody else arrived AFTER me.

So I commemorated the last day of my teenage years surrounded by friends, food, ice-cream, cakes and erm… strangers, a lot of them. (it was a café and at dinner time somemore!)

Got balloons! At an angle, the red ones resemble boobs.

I am 20! NOT 40! *grumbles* NOT FUNNY! But it was 'imported' tiramisu.

Like any party, we talked as we dined. Primarily about sex. And about Ed getting raped by a girl the night before.
Like we were in a school canteen, we passed threw food around.
Like a kid, Jian popped the red boobs balloons.
Like a horror movie, there were a lot of high-pitched screaming.
Like middle-aged people, several friends gave me angpows as gifts. (Too lazy to get me a proper present, cheh!)

A bargain, you can get Armani City Glam from Cold Storage for only RM1.49! lol

After dinner (it ended at 11.45pm), the gang adjourned to The Café, a gay club; like Penang’s answer to Liquid. So I was in a gay club with mostly homophobic friends (they know of my liking for boys.) I can’t even recall the last time I entered a club, let alone a gay one. Ah the irony! Plus, it was Daphne’s first time in a club. There goes your virginity, girlfriend! *pat pat*

Last thing I remembered clearly was the deejay announcing my birthday and playing Madonna’s ‘Sorry’ for me (the gayest song the friends requested in my honour). And how awkward is it (for me) as my friends cheer ‘YUM SENG’ like at some Chinese wedding dinner?

Everything that happened later is vague to me.

My memory of last night is approximately as crystal clear as this picture.

But I think there was some invisible sign on me that exclaimed ‘Touch ‘n Go’ because guys just came up and squeezed my bum and left. Donno how lah, but someone took my shirt off and topless I was. Like I am some hustler like that. Got this one guy (dyed hair, eww!) who kept grinding his butt all over me and grabbed me crotch with my friends in clear view.

Me being violated.

[Chad dear, it wasn’t my fault! Honest!] I think it is good I am unable to conjure up the whole scenario.

But I digress.

I am 20 now and the world is waiting for me. Life is going to be good.