I've just gotten over the half a century mark and are slowly coming to terms with being "over-the-hill" when what do I see... A message on Facebook about my upcoming high school reunion. It doesn't rain, it pours.
I start doing the math and to my sup rise it's only been nine years since I was a matriculant at Grosvenor Girls High School. So why the flippy would anyone be planning a nine year high school reunion?
Today I logged onto Facebook and received the event invitation:
Date: 10 December 2011
Venue: Grosvenor Girls High School
Time: 7pm
Beads of sweat trickled down my face, my hands got clammy and my heart started doing flick flacks in my chest as I realised that my high school reunion is really happening in four months time.
In a few months time I will be attending my nine year high school reunion thanks to two bored chicks who though it would be less traumatic to attend a nine year review and deprive me of having a few more months to prepare for a 10 year high school reunion.
I can see it now, I'm going the reunion alone and will be seated at the singles table (more than likely alone) and will be fielding relationship questions all night long. "OMG you're still single! Like why??"
No body will be interested that I've managed to attain two qualifications and extensive wok experience in different media and corporates.
I will probably also be fielding questions about going up three dress sizes and gaining about 7kgs. I can see it now ... "What happened to you? You used to be so slim?" "You look much better now"
I can just hear all the bitchy side comments and see all the condescending looks. Memories of the different "clicks" (otherwise known as mindless sheep to me) flood my mind. Now I remember why I hated high school so much. Now I remember why I don't hang around with any of the girls I went to high school with.
Shoot me now!
I may as well reserve a seat next to the girl who's still doing her undergraduate degree to make myself feel a bit better.
I know that I can opt to not attend, but I know that I would regret facing the mindless sheep and having a good old laugh at some of them.
So I guess that I'm on a mission to lose about 2kgs and to find a hot, smart and wonderful guy to be my date to my high school reunion. I've got my work cut out for me.
Wish me luck!
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Happy Birthday to me
So it's the eve of my 26th (I mean 25th) birthday and I'm sitting here taking bets with myself about how tomorrow is going to be.
12:01am - I'll start getting a flood of sms's from my friends who suffer from insomnia and race to be the first to wish me a happy birthday.
05:00am - I'll wake up to a few wall posts on my Facebook Wall.
06:00am - I'll receive a phone call from one of my early bird friends. After the phone call, my mother would ask me who was calling me so early. I of course would tell it's a friend of mine calling to wish me happy birthday. She would then sheepishly wish me happy birthday and say "I forgot again didn't I?"
08:00am - I'd arrive at the office and get the usual happy birthday wishes from my colleagues. Then it's back to work
12:15pm - My phone would become a hot line with calls from all around the country. Some of my best friends are in Jo'burg, Pretoria and Cape Town.
15:00pm - I would be officially almost over my birthday but still receiving birthday wishes from the "oh crap it's Mel's birthday" friends.
18:00pm - My mother would've made my favourite meal - chicken curry and rice to make up for missing my birthday.
20:30pm - I would go to bed and have my first night's sleep as a 26 year old.
So it's a pretty average day right. Nothing special right?
Wrong?
It's a damn big deal for me considering that I was born an extremely premature baby and doctors said that I would not to survive. I was born and given up for adoption to a loving family and the best mummy in the whole wide world (even though she forgets my birthday). I survived loads of odds in life and am living a blessed life. I get to go to a workplace and have colleagues remember that this is the day that I was born on. I have friends from all corners of the world who take the time to show me how much they care by wishing me a happy birthday.
Pretty big deal hey! Brings tears to my eyes.
Happy birthday to me.
:-)
12:01am - I'll start getting a flood of sms's from my friends who suffer from insomnia and race to be the first to wish me a happy birthday.
05:00am - I'll wake up to a few wall posts on my Facebook Wall.
06:00am - I'll receive a phone call from one of my early bird friends. After the phone call, my mother would ask me who was calling me so early. I of course would tell it's a friend of mine calling to wish me happy birthday. She would then sheepishly wish me happy birthday and say "I forgot again didn't I?"
08:00am - I'd arrive at the office and get the usual happy birthday wishes from my colleagues. Then it's back to work
12:15pm - My phone would become a hot line with calls from all around the country. Some of my best friends are in Jo'burg, Pretoria and Cape Town.
15:00pm - I would be officially almost over my birthday but still receiving birthday wishes from the "oh crap it's Mel's birthday" friends.
18:00pm - My mother would've made my favourite meal - chicken curry and rice to make up for missing my birthday.
20:30pm - I would go to bed and have my first night's sleep as a 26 year old.
So it's a pretty average day right. Nothing special right?
Wrong?
It's a damn big deal for me considering that I was born an extremely premature baby and doctors said that I would not to survive. I was born and given up for adoption to a loving family and the best mummy in the whole wide world (even though she forgets my birthday). I survived loads of odds in life and am living a blessed life. I get to go to a workplace and have colleagues remember that this is the day that I was born on. I have friends from all corners of the world who take the time to show me how much they care by wishing me a happy birthday.
Pretty big deal hey! Brings tears to my eyes.
Happy birthday to me.
:-)
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