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Thank you so much lovelies for your beautiful birthday messages yesterday. I feel so honoured to be a part of your thoughts on Independence Day :) The reason you didn’t hear much of me hoo-ha-ing over my news of turning 3 decades old, is because I hate revealing my age. I’ve learnt over the years that people tend to view you differently when you reveal your precious 2 digits. Because when we’re young, our concept of time is so warped we fail to realise that ageing is a linear process, not an exponential one. The younger one is, the more difficult it is to comprehend time.

For example, a 5 year old kid literally thinks that his parents are ‘ancient’ or that that his piano teacher is “80 years old” when in fact she is 25 (and probably looks 16). Even I’ve been guilty of misjudging people because of their age. When I was young, I actually had a phobia of talking to older people, so I only enjoyed hanging out with people my age. It’s like I’m making up for lost time, (just like my newly acquired passion for pink), nowadays I much prefer having conversations with someone twice my age, as they’re more likely to have interesting and intelligent news to share.

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Studio941 silk scarf / vintage Christian Dior bag / Habbot Tightrope heels/ Country Road tights / Random dress I bought in Shanghai (similar style here) & Pinkie the Snail ring I bought in Malaysia

I remember when I first started working as a vet, I was the youngest in the clinic, people often mistook me for the work experience kid or the nurse. There was a male vet who was dashingly handsome, until I learnt of his age: 32. “Woah!” Once the word was articulated, and my facial expression plastered, there was no point denying it. To this day, I still can’t solve the mystery of how he saw through me like a panel of glass, perhaps it was the shock horror on my face, revealing my foolish and naïve preconceptions? He exclaimed sarcastically, “Yeah, didn’t you know? Life is over when you hit 30.” I felt so embarrassed, “That was not what I was thinking!”, and looked for the nearest hole to hide in…

Indeed, I’ve been in denial about turning 30. I even refused to have a birthday bash and even forbade hubby from hosting a surprise party (call me vain, but I would hate to turn up to a party not looking my best). So he came up with the perfect solution, “You should have an Egyptian themed party!’ “Why?!” I asked, fully perplexed. “Because you’re in de-nial!” * Insert laughs here*

Now that I’m officially ‘old’ and 30, I am actually surprised at how much more youthful and energetic I’ve become. Guess turning 30 is not the end of the world after all, and maybe, just maybe, it might be the beginning of an amazing new adventure. In these past 5 years, I’ve had so many key experiences that have completely transformed me, mentally, emotionally and physically. I’ve finally overcome many fears: looking in the mirror (more on this in a latter story), running my own business, dealing with difficult people/situations, applying makeup, learning to say ‘no’, winters and motherhood. Perhaps I’ve finally emerged from my 3 decade old cocoon. Who knows? Maybe this year, the butterfly will learn to fly.

So what did I get for my birthday? Will I have an Egyptian-themed party? Like every good cliff-hanging story, I shall reveal more next week :) Wishing you all a wonderful weekend!

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