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The Birthday...

Ok, here goes my half-hearted attempt to relate the events of the past couple of days.

Day 1:

Woke up feeling shit-faced again. It is 2:30pm and I have missed Friday prayers. Shit, I'm going to Hell. Had the sudden urge to throw up. Promptly did so and stayed in the bathroom for a good 10 minutes heaving up food that wasn't there. Got a phone call in the middle of the whole event. Rushed to get the phone between heavings. Ack. It's a call from Switzerland. I pretend that everything is okay and that I am not, contrary to what my body feels like, sick. They wish me happy birthday and are very excited. I'm slightly bemused and realize that another year has passed where someone has to tell me it's my birthday. Damn.

My mother (using her keen-almost-godlike-super-detecting-
abilities-gleaned-from-years-of-experience) notices that I am not as well as I pretend to be. She also noticed that I forgot my own birthday and reprimands me on both counts...though not as sternly as I would have thought. It must have been because it was my birthday. After an extended family conference over the line I hang up, drink my medicine, eat a sandwich and go to sleep.

Anyway, I get a call from Teddy later in the evening reminding me that there's a little get together later at Silva's. It's still a couple of hours away and I pray that the medicine would kick in by then...

9:00pm

Feeling better. Spent an evening at Silva's in the company of much missed friends (thanks, friends! You know who you are!). Concentrated on not throwing up. It also appears that I share the same birthdate as Ian. Cheers all around. Went home at around midnight full of cake, courtesy of Sharkgila (thanks, Sharks!). Felt oodles better. Maybe tomorrow would be a good day....

Day 2...

Felt like shit. Woke up at 1-ish. Sister looked worried. She asks whether I wanted to cancel the birthday bash. I decided against it since it was a little bit late in the day to cancel. The guests would be arriving in an hour...or two, depending on how Malaysian they felt their timekeeping had to be. Took a double dosage of medicine. Miraculously lasted through the day (though I was breaking down a bit towards the end). The guests that left later were able to guess that I wasn't feeling to hot. Went to sleep not long after that. At least the cake was good. Can never have too much cake.

Day 3...

Felt like hammered shit. Woke up at 7:30pm. Vomited. Must have had too much cake.... Went back to sleep. Woke up at midnight. And now, here I am. Wide awake and full of medicine and praying that I don't feel like shit tomorrow...

And that's a quick recap of my birthday and a couple of days after that. There were a lot of good parts to the past days too, but that probably didn't come through too well in my writing. That's probably because I feel like shit now too.... Ah well, here's to another year.

Rumoku out!