Wednesday, July 11, 2007

here comes the time of the year when someone special edges closer to dentures, adult diapers and nursing homes. also see - phone calls at 12 midnight [check], presents [one gag, one proper] (check) and a lovely dinner [half check].

when that time, that special 24 hours belonging to someone dear arrives, so does the blog post dedicated to him and his own brand of some say, chao yang-ness, i say specialness; so dear mingky, joyeux anniversaire.

this would be the third birthday of yours we'll be celebrating as pms. even though it seems like it is such a convenient, badly veiled excuse to eat well and fritter the night away bitching, i can assure you it is not. why? because there's nothing more special than a friend who swims in a pool that has shit in it and has no qualms about sharing that with everyone. yes that is why.

inside jokes [of which we have aplenty] aside, thank you for being my friend, my bitching partner, my aunt agony, my love advisor, my uncomplaining shopping person, my source of new music/entertainment/aviation news and confidante. it is also fantastic that you are the least fussy, picky, particular person in pms and thank you for being the butt of many malaysian jokes hur hur.

i wish for more spontaneous nights spent by your fecal matter infested pool with you, sam and mr absolut and his mixer friends. well, mostly because it is your turn to spill the beans on your sexcapades ahem.

remember the time we walked from ann siang > to i forgot where > arab st > to some other place with that obscure stupid shop > city hall > town after we met sam for lunch at crappy maxwell in some mad heat? yeah that was fantastic. more of that would be great.

also, pms escapades into all corners of town and beyond are things i yearn for.

ok before this gets too sappy and unfunny, i hope we can give you a nice birthday and i do hope you achieve your aviation dreams.

much love,

the p in the pms.

the textual siege.

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