Turning the big two-oh.

Hello hello. That time of the month has come round again, and I am not referring to my period.

No, it's my birthday.

I traditionally keep very quiet about it (except for the wee wishlist on my other blog) because I don't see the need to excessively/ obsessively remind my friends about it- in ideal circumstances, they hopefully remember, and it is always a more pleasant thing to be surprised with birthday greetings and the occasional gift if they do. Not to forget that looking like the birthday girl is fishing for presents is never fashionable.

Anyway, I'm not telling anyone this, but I have my own backup plan. I plan to, after my lessons (including the Popular Culture lecture, if I do eventually wind up attending), buy myself some Anna Sui eyeshadow and a lovely book on etiquette or singlehood.

It just sounds a little sad/ lonely/ loser-ish to not celebrate with anyone, but like I always say, it's just a date. Too many people make too much of it, but that doesnt give them any reason at all to ridicule how I choose to spend my own birthdya.

Besides, it's a Monday!

Monday, for crying out loud!

In fact, Sheena and Melissa gave me an early birthday treat at Breko's in Holland Village, which was tres sweet, and when Melissa very tactfully steered the conversation round to what I was expecting for my twentieth, IN PARTICULAR makeup, I very sweetly explained that I didn't really need anything, although just the very day before I had been going on about the $60 Stila promotion and free makeover.

I even told my parents not to get me anything, I was that serious about it.

Oh wells. I am perfectly happy, so it's okay.

Next year it'll be something extra-special but this time, it's no biggie. And I'm fine with that.