My one year older self

So my birthday came and went...nothing much has changed just yet...except the fact that i'm now a year older...or wiser like some said. Somehow, I don't think I'm any wiser than before. Had a quiet celebration this year. Quiet as in the atmosphere...went to Euro Deli in Damansara Kim. It's good...i like quiet spots now. Unlike the past few years, we were out and about to clubs and all. I'm just not too much in the mood for that nowadays. Guess I am really getting old. My friends booked that place for 8pm...we arrived at 9. By then that place was crowded and every table was already taken up...a friend called another outlet in Uptown instead, they said we can just head over as it wasn't jammed and packed there. So we did. Surpisingly, this outlet was a complete opposite of the one in Damansara Kim. This place is almost empty! Only two or three small tables were occupied when we went in. We're the biggest crowd there. Each of us ordered something different. When the food came, we found ourselves cutting and slicing away our piece in the plate and transferring it across the table to each and everyone's. Sharing the taste is not a bad idea...but in this case, I wonder if we're trying to share the 'load' too. I ordered the Pork Knuckle, my friend recommended...and i swear i'm not gonna take any pork for at least a week after that.


Roast Pork Knuckle 

We talked for almost non-stop during dinner and after ...till the shop owner chased us out, they are closing at 10. My friends paid the bill and we headed outside the shop...and we talk some more. We stood outside the shop for at least 10 minutes or so, talking. Geezz...my friends can really talk sometimes. Finally, we all decided we have not talked enough...(or they felt kinda bad to let me go home so early) so we went to this place called the 'Backyard' in Sri Hartamas. Man...this place is full of old geezers. We went in, got ourselves a pretty comfortable spot to sit and suddenly we realized that the place is full of people in their mid 30s and 40s. We were like a bunch of kids there in a grown-up's playground. The songs they were playing were oldies too...well, not really oldies...there's elvis, lighthouse and some other 80s stuff. We ordered a couple of drinks...and I started to yawn. It's past my bedtime...and its only 11:15pm. I felt like going home to sleep. My friends were 'woi'-ing me...telling me to snap out of it...that it's my big day...I shouldn't feel that way. But I do and I couldn't help it. I was really tired. After persuading my friends that they have work to do the next day...all of us agreed to leave at 12. The fact is, we didn't...we dragged till it's almost 12:30am...cause we were too indulged in another conversation, yet again.