Some people have the opinion that we make too much out of birthdays: that a birthday is no big deal, it’s just another day of the year, or it becomes an excuse to feel depressed for being another year older, and that birthdays are triggers for all sorts of comparisons.
Maybe much of this is true.
Yet, I am now the birthday romantic optimist. I love celebrating birthdays. I love my birthday.
I love celebrating ME!
I didn’t always though.
In fact, I’ve usually been rather discrete about my birthday. I still am but in the past, I found it very hard to be able to give when it came to giving to myself. I was so much better at giving to others. I’d make a big deal about their birthday, take pains to search for the right present for the person I love and if its a close friend, I’ll write a genuine birthday message, appreciating their presence in life (my life) and reminding them of how they’ve made a difference in someone else’s life ( I mean.. my life ). You must think I’m a very selfish person XD Yet, I hesitate to do the same about my own.
The situation has changed now. ( I can be quite the fickle person at times :P ) Now I say, If it’s your birthday, celebrate it!
Your birthday is the unique day you decided to join this world, and participate in this very interactive human experience with others. ( Well you didn’t exactly have the choice whether or not to join this world ) But whatever it is… Celebrate it! Celebrate you.
Don’t spend the day working late. Or studying all day. Don’t sleep in and mope, even if you’re celebrating it on your own. Do something that makes you feel good. ( But if sleeping makes you feel good, then by all means, sleep! I take my words back ) Eat a nice meal off of a pretty plate. Light some candles. Wear something that makes you feel beautiful ( guys and girls likewise). Honor the very fact that you are here, because that very fact is something to celebrate!
It was wonderful for me to receive so many birthday wishes and messages from others. Something as tiny as a FB “Happy Birthday” really touched my heart. Thanks everyone! :’)
So, this year it was all about making my happiness important. Simple pleasures in life include buying luxury handbags :P
New Kate Spade handbags for me and Natasha. From complete strangers to handbag twins (:
And…… a functional Michael Kors handbag, together with my new Lumix GF5 (:
Apart from that, although I didn’t organise a mighty birthday celebration or go partying at a fancy club….. I spent my birthday in San Francisco – one very beautiful city. Quaint, eclectic, diverse, active, cultured, friendly accompanied with a gorgeous skyline.
It was a unique insight experience organised by the King’s College London Business Club and included appointments with really high profile industry giants throughout San Francisco ( we’re talking Google, Facebook, Microsoft & Dropbox ) and other successful start-ups. So.. it wasn’t your typical holiday to San Francisco but I must admit, it was an excellent visit altogether. It was fun, enjoyable, sociable, yet educational, inspiring and absolutely eye-opening.
I’ll gush more about my trip in a separate post and wrap up this post with :
- Some obligatory San Francisco shots
Golden Gate Bridge at sunset.
(I’m very proud of this picture because it gives me comfort in the fact that, if all fails with me and law, there’s still hope for me to turn towards photography )
Painted Ladies overlooking Alamo Square
Nicholas and Sabrina, leaving their mark on the official Facebook ‘wall’ in the Facebook HQ.
And… bear with me, I’m almost done :
- My amazing clam chowder story! ( as referred to in my title )
So, I’m sure you’re all sceptical.. as to what possibly could be so amazing about this clam chowder tale… well, you’ll see :P
So before I proceed with my story, for the benefit of those who are not familiar with clam chowder ( Where have you been all your lifeeeeeee?? ) ahem.. allow me to educate you :)
Clam chowder is a thick and hearty, creamy-like soup thats filled with all kinds of goodies like potatoes, onions, bacon and obviously, clams. It’s very rich-tasting and sure to warm tummies of all sorts ( round tummies, flat tummies, toned tummies… you get the gist )
They say when in Rome, do as the Romans do… and when in Fisherman’s Wharf, SF, California….. order clam chowder served in a sourdough bread bowl!! It’s almost a rule. And being the good girl I am, I’m not that kinda girl who loves breaking rules. So, I went ahead and got myself a bowl of clam chowder.
So, our amazing clam chowder adventure begins on a sunny day at Fisherman’s Wharf :
It was a beautiful day, how can one possibly not be mesmerized by the surreality of the beautiful bay and waters? After enduring London weather for many months, it’s difficult not to get soaked up in the whole atmosphere.
From this point onwards… it’s a very complex relationship of how one thing led to another but…. to cut it short, this indirectly sets you in the mood for seafood. :D
There were so many eateries – from small stores to big chain restaurants that offer mouth-watering dishes. It was seafood galore! But after walking around the perimeter, the choice on where to get my clam chowder was simple :)
Nick’s Lighthouse :)
When I picked this shop, I’d like to think Nicholas intentionally set up that stall to expect my presence… And when I order my clam chowder broth, he will surprise me from the back of the counter with a big hug, kiss and of course……… a big sourdough bowl of clam chowder :D
Well, it didn’t happen. It was some strange American dude with a moustache. His name wasn’t even Nick to begin with… But it’s okay.. I consoled myself to the fact that Nick was hiding in there somewhere, he was feeling shy that day. You see, his shirt was stained after making that delicious bowl of clam chowder. He wanted to change his T-shirt first so he didn’t smell of seafood. I understand dear, that is so thoughtful of you.
( Lol I tend to get delusional and quite creative sometimes.. don’t be afraid. I’m normal… at most times )
From this point onwards, we’ll let Clam Chowder aka CC tell the story. I think it’s more interesting this way.
So, this me.. CC, your ordinary clam chowder.. like all the others. My, isn’t this girl fascinated at me. She can’t stop taking pictures of me. Well, I know I’m good looking and sexy and all but seriously.. geez.. control yourself.
Yes, that’s me again. All yummy looking. Making people drool is what I do best. People from all over the world come here to watch me.
Oh, I feel us moving..
We’re walking quite a distance actually. I’m not sure where we’re heading…
But I see many strange creatures along the way.
Interesting…. Very interesting indeed.
Can someone explain to me what this is? I’ve always been trapped behind the stall, I’ve never seen anything quite like this.. She’s remarkable. She stands on two legs with perfect balance, gazing into the sky.
Wow.. could this what humans call…. love?
“Hey, I’m CC,” I called out.
She turned towards me….. and
Someone startled her. She flew away :(
But whyyy, I don’t even know her name. She would’ve liked me very much. Come on, look at me. Who possibly wouldn’t like me…
My heart’s broken. I feel like it’s ripped into half. Like the sourdough bread. “Jo, I feel you now”.
I find no reason to live…
Perhaps I should jump instead? I could end this misery….
But I heard the water is cold.. and it’ll make my flesh all soggy and unattractive. I’ll be food to the fish. Blergh.
* decisions decisions *
Oh well…. I guess there is more to life than this…
I might as well make this little girl happy and feed her. She’s obviously crazy about me. Can you believe it, she hasn’t stopped taking pictures since she picked me up at Nick’s Lighthouse. Even in the midst of my intimate thoughts. Can’t someone get some privacy these days..
So we slowly backed away from the pier and found a spot on the tables. She took one last shot of me. I closed my eyes thinking of the beautiful creature perching on the bin and went to sleep.
I’m pretty sure I made that little girl happy. She demolished me in a matter of minutes. Dunked all sorts in me.
Best fries ever. One of the best things dunked in me.
She loved me so much, I heard I was getting a whole blog post for just being me. Well, it’s a lovely day :)
So, that ends my tale of me and the amazing clam chowder. I apologise if I have wasted 5 mins of your precious time. If you spent longer than 5 mins, you read too slowly. And, I suggest taking up reading classes – it will benefit you in the long run. Lol you’re welcome for the reading evaluation :D
Anyway, back to being serious..
Now that I’ve turned 20, I realise it’s about quarter of my lifetime if God gives me 80. I pause and immerse in the moment of how blessed and loved I am, and how the remaining years will compare. I am ever so grateful to everyone who has made an impact in my life and I thank everyone.. really. I might not appear to be the most appreciative of people but the gratitude is there, I promise.
I’ve ha an amazing 20 years so far. From this age onwards, it’s time to put all the skills I’ve learnt to good use. It’s time to execute!
As to why this post is named The Princess Diaries.. It wasn’t because I feel like a princess and this is my diary… I had a more legitimate reason.
Doesn’t this picture that I took in San Francisco remind you of that scene in the Princess Diaries, when Mia was sliding down the hill in her Mustang?
Well, it ought to ring a bell because it is that hill! :)
Take care guys!
A brand new 20 year me,