Teenage groupie
Less than a week to my birthday and I have nothing planned. By that, I mean none of my grand ideas of a mega karaoke party/weekend getaway/atas dinner party/retro theme party materialised into actual plans that could be executed. As it turns out, I could not be bothered enough.
I was quite contented to not celebrate this year’s birthday. I perceived myself a quiet lake that has pooled into shape over time. Calm, and undisturbed. Deep, but understated. Timeless. None of all that loud thrashing about typical of young rapids, impulsive waterfalls or grumpy seas. That’s why I don’t need another birthday party.
Like, what’s another birthday? Pfft. Nothing. Mere passing of time.
…but.
A couple of days ago, some friends and I went to the Jay Chou concert, which was so good it had me jumping on my feet like an energiser bunny for almost 2 hours. More importantly, we also went to Jay Chou’s after party.
[deep breaths]
We were seated two tables away from Jay, and spied him taking his dinner, dressed in a cute jacket and a black beanie covering his no-doubt-still-glittered hair. Her mother and grandmother sharing the moment with him. He cracking jokes with his friends. TWO TABLES AWAY.
At one point, when he came round to thank some of the crew seated in the next table, he stood right behind me. His back and his ass were but within reach. WITHIN REACH.
[deep breaths]
Eventually I waited till the opportune time i.e. the time that had been pre-arranged for him to take pictures with us, to finally shake his hand and congratulate him on a good concert. Through sheer will - enough brain power to bend spoons I’m sure - I did not hyperventilate and throw up all over him. For all intents and purposes, I observed proper decorum and did not disgrace myself nor the friend who got us in.
But deep down, I knew I was not a calm deep lake blahblahblah. I was raving crazy and freaking out in FREE FORM.
So hey, my birthday. How old I am? Not important. Wrinkles, slowing metabolic rate, physical deterioration aside. IN MY HEART, I will always be a raving teenage groupie. So there, let’s par-tay!