Turning 35

My parents were right again … what am I saying?  They are always right … as I enter my mid thirties, I’m learning it is more and more true everyday.  They’ve always shared that isn’t what you acquire in life that makes the difference, it’s the relationships you’ve shared.

So so true and as the clocks dinged and donged at 12am on my birthday, I learnt how right my parents are again 🙂  Despite being on a whole different continent, my parents managed to make me feel like they were right home with me and were the first to sing me my birthday song.  Bet from where they’re sitting, they can’t believe that they had a baby and she’s now in her MID THIRTIES!!

Yesiree, 35 it is and I took the day off so I leisurely took my time to get out of bed.  Don’t you just love it when you can do that.  I did!!  I relished every second of it and a little too much coz by the time my husband and I got out of bed, it was much later than we expected :p

I agree it is rather narcissistic to write about one’s own birthday :p Truly speaking though, here’s a post dedicated to my darling family and my sweet sweet friends who all made turning 35 such a treat.

There’s nothing like waking up to messages from everywhere around the world.  From Zurich, London, Tokyo, LA, Vancouver, Melbourne, I miss you guys and thank you for remembering 🙂

For my friends in Singapore, thank you for messages and warm thoughts too, the pressies, more than that thank you all for the time you share with me and all your love and support.  You guys pretty much make meal times, movies, hanging out, shopping, pondering on life’s issues, work … especially work more worth while.  And you guys manage to make celebrating my 24hours last a whole lot longer 🙂

And my family, without whom I’ll hardly be the person I am today.  I don’t know how they do it but I can’t remember a birthday when the first people to wish me aren’t my parents 🙂  Thank you Daddy and Mummy.

My munchkins completely melted my heart when I arrived on their doorstep and they presented me with a bouquet of roses.  I don’t think I’ve ever received more than 12 roses before in my life (and if i recall correctly it’s happened no more than 3 times in my life) and my munchkins have topped that with 20roses, a lovely bag, cake as well as a birthday song to boot.

I don’t know where I’d be without my munchkins … life does have more meaning when children exist 🙂  Thank you Michelle for the wonderful evening 🙂

Eggless cakes are hard to come by but their resourceful Mummy checked out with my sister who also got my favourite cake, which I had at 3 different seating 🙂  All I can say is yum yum yum.  There’s no pictures of my husband, my sister and Jenna because the three sweeties darkened the whole house to sing me Happy Birthday 🙂  Made me feel like I was 5 all over again 🙂  Where would I be without your patience, your support and unwavering love?

And my dear husband who took me out for my birthday and was game for all things tourist, thank you!  We checked out the Egyptian exhibit at the National Museum.

I completely enjoyed myself!!  I love being holed up in museums and being brought into a world other than my own.  I think I’m going to make it a regular thing 🙂  Not so sure how my husband feels about that though :p  He was really sweet for my birthday and went along to Bugis Village and Chinatown too!!

So if the last week is anything to go by, being 35 is going to be just swell 🙂

2 thoughts on “Turning 35

  1. There’s no narcissism documenting your bday, its celebrating your life and all the milestones along the way – sounds like you had a fabulous day!

    FYI, I noticed from all your pics; you are the only person able to smile whilst displaying both top and bottom row of teeth?! I am trying it at my work desk and I resemble closer to a visit to the dentist expression or there’s a bad smell lingering in the room cos I have to cringe my nose to do it.

    That’s a special Carlene-only trademark!!!!

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