I am a lucky, lucky girl

I was lying in bed last night and I realized something, I've never had a bad birthday.

When I was a kid my mum always made a big deal about birthdays. We got parties with games, treasure hunts, and one time I had a costume party where I was Princess Jasmine.

And my last 3 birthdays have been pretty awesome. This year I got to turn 21 in a country I'd never been to before, bungy jumped, and then came home to a party with all my favourite people. I even got to wear a tiara!

Last year I turned 20 in Venice, my second favourite city after London. Possibly the most romantic, amazing, mind blowing city to spend your birthday in.

And the year before I really wasn't feeling my birthday. I woke up feeling bleh, another year feeling like I wasn't completely whole and that my broken heart wasn't completely healed. But then my friends threw me a surprise party that I was actually surprised about.

So 21 years and not a single bad birthday. I hope it stays that way. I love all of you who've made my birthdays special in some way.

I'll have my cake...and it eat it too

Belated birthday posting! I spent my 21st in Auckland by design. I wanted to avoid a big party at home (though that kinda happened). So I figured a great way to spend my birthday would be with some people I really loved in a place I'd never seen.

Oh and also jumping off the Auckland harbour bridge but that's a story for a different post.

The night before my birthday Marsha and I went to bed and then she got up and said she had to do some work for her mum. I was like huh? So late?? What are you doing. And she was like urgghhh I dunno lah she's gonna piss me off.

Then as I tried to sleep I heard some very strange noises coming from the kitchen. It sounded like she was drilling! I was in half a mind to have a look when it occurred to me she was making my birthday cake. Hehehe. And I knew she's be royally pissed if I did spoil the surprise. So I stayed in bed.



And I was right! She made me a red velvet cake! One of my faves.


The candles kept relighting. I had to blow them out a few times. Inset a dirty joke about my blowing abilities.

I forgot to make a wish until I was cutting. Haha. It was yummy! And I was so touched that Marsha made me a cake. I don't know if I had even mentioned to her before that I liked Red Velvet cake. But it was gorgeous and the nicest thing to have sitting out for me on my birthday.

Thank you Marshy Parshy!

Apologies

Okay so the ol bloggedy blog blog is a little neglected. I promise I have things to post. I am being thwarted by my camera being on the fritz. So when that's sorted I promise more postings!

This is How Deborah Lives Life

I think that I've changed a lot. I noticed some of the changes, and others were pointed out to me by people I've recently met.

I'm not as shy as I used to be but I still think of myself as socially awkward.

I'm not as angry and pissed off as I used to be. I've finally realized that hating people and things takes up a lot of energy and that energy is better channeled into something more productive. Yes Rachel, you can say I told you so.

I'm a lot more cautious now.

I used to be really impulsive, and I never saw it as a bad thing. But when I got older I could see how the whole leaping before looking thing can not work out so great. So I've been trying to be a little more careful.

It's great and all not completely falling all over the place and waking up in the morning not going, "Oh shit...did I really do that?"

But it's also kind of boring. And sometimes it's really boring.

In the last few weeks I've discovered that my impulsiveness (spontaneity?) isn't completely dead. And I'm glad.

Winter Holidays

I've been referring to these last few months as summer. Because at the end of summer I go to school in NY.

But I'm in New Zealand now, and it's winter here. I underestimated the weather. I thought I could handle it no problem. I'm alright though it can get a little cold. I was freezing yesterday even though everyone else seemed fine.

This holiday is everything I expected it to be. A long sleepover...with late nights spent talking, DVD marathons, lots and lots and lots of junk food, and some drinking (if there wasn't any drinking you know it's not me on holiday).

I'm too lazy to blog about anything else. I took pictures the other day though this holiday has been pretty light on the photos. Also we haven't done anything AMAZING. Yet. Watch this space for updates. ;)

My night started out bleh.

Graduated to ok.

Then went to full out awesome.

How could it not? Any night you find a Russian model grinding on you is ok by me.

Oh yeah.

;)

I'm fehmus behbeh

So the other day I was hanging out with Sharm at Oldtown Kopitiam because she needed to check some work on her Mac somewhere with wifi.

We were minding our own business when this lady approached us and asked if we would like to participate in a short survey. She said that it would only take a few minutes. The survey was about spelling.

They wanted to test our spelling. I look straight at Sharm and burst out laughing (she is going to kill me for telling you this, but then she doesn't read my blog, and if you are sorry!). Me and Sharm used to take literature tuition together and our teacher was always pointing out her spelling mistakes.

So she told the lady I would do it. She gave me ten words to spell and I did, while I was spelling there was a photographer who was snapping away. It was a little discomfiting having the camera clicking away.

Anyway I got 7 out of 10 words correct. I spelled pronunciation and millenium wrongly, and manoevure too. Though apparently correctly in American English. It came out in the papers. You can read it here.

The picture isn't as bad as I thought it would be. But Miss Tyra would say,

"Girrrrrrl where's your neck at?"

*arches neck arches neck*

Lol.