She's the birthday girl

It's my birthday today. I don't know how I do it - I just keep getting older and older. When I was 11, I thought people were middle-aged if they were over twenty. Now that I am closer to the third decade of my life, I am inclined to believe that adulthood only starts at 30 (but of course it does. How can I be classified as an adult? Surely not). So I still have a little bit of time to let my hair down and get plastered in the streets of Lan Kwai Fong or SoHo. Yay!

The only thing that is bothering me at the moment is the fact that I have discovered one wrinkle under my right eye. What is it about my right eye? Do I blink it more often than the other eye? Do I unwittingly wink with my right eye? Not sure. Do all those anti-wrinkle creams work - Fragrant Lotus seems to think so.

But otherwise, birthdays are great because you get to eat cake and people tell you "Happy Birthday!" and make you feel special. My mum told me that one of the happiest times of her life was when she was pregnant with me, and that alone makes me feel very special. I already received my birthday gift from M. when I was in NYC. I'm not telling you what it is because you'd shout "Spoilt brat!" but I can hint that they are small, sparkly and set in white gold. I was grinning like a monkey when I first saw them. A. is organising a small dinner with *good* Chinese food for me on Saturday and we're heading out to a bar afterwards for 'just one drink'.

M. has called and said that because it's my birthday, I get to be right all day today. I'm giving people fruit cheesecake and chocolate truffle cake and they have to *dance* for it. Yay! I wish it could be my birthday every day.