Killing Time

In a day or two I will be celebrating my 32nd birthday; ancient for a cat, awfully young for a hobbit. For the past 5 years or so, I have been telling people a lie: that I am already in my mid-thirties. It wasn’t deliberate. I sort of blurted it out a few times at work when asked by colleagues and clients and it just stuck. By my own count, I should have reached the big four-oh last year but the sad fact is there are still many years to pass before I reach the age people claim life would begin.

There is no observation for me to make on this 32nd year of my life. But I do have one small wish. I wish people would stop wishing that I would get a boyfriend and get hitched. It’s a repetitive theme every time this time of the year rolls around. "Dear Raf, happy birthday and I pray you will cepat2 get a boyfriend and get married." There is no way I can respond to such sms except to smile. You can’t get mad at people for wishing you well, no?

Maybe one day I will wake up, bite my nails and shiver at the prospect of not having a husband in my life. When that happens, I promise I will courageously, unashamedly, unreservedly admit my recklessness and buy a husband at the husband shop, wherever I can find one that sells good quality, un-intimidated by my scary brilliance, men.

But till then, this is it. Ijah Amran. Singular, unadulterated, one, un-coupled. And most importantly, happy.

Postscript: If you must, Ijah’s indulgence list is as follows. One for each year of my life:

1. Fresh Martin strings.
2. Fresh guitars.
3. PS3.
4. A subscription to Electronic Gaming Monthly.
5. Bloom lipstick in Sheer. Muchos thank you to darling Job.
6. MNG clutch and coin purse.
7. Adidas wristwatch. Mine is missing/misplaced. Found! It fell behind a mountain of black clothes. Bought a new one too. Can’t resist. It’s pink!
8. Mr Children’s Wonederful Night DVD.
9. Earrings.
10. Jellybeans.
11. A pair of skinny jeans that fits.
12. A pair of knee high ‘don’t mess with me’ boots to go with the skinny jeans.
13. A second, appreciative look from pretty girls. And boys.
14. Hush Puppies Zero-G mary janes. Them shoes are made for walking.
15. TGIF Mocha Mud Pie. Ice cold with a cup of coffee.
16. Golf clubs. Don’t ask me. Any kind will do, I guess. I wouldn’t know. I’m a golf virgin.
17. Foundation that matches my troubled skin.
18. 
    True Love by Elizabeth Arden. Replaced with Bright Crystal by Versace.
19. Photographic memory.
20. Rechargeable SONY batteries.
21. Books. Any language, any subject, any writer.
22. Sparkly black tops. No. I don’t have too many.
23. Emails. Even if you have nothing else to say but ‘Hi’.
24. Leather bracelet in black. No studs.
25. A new bed, firm hypo-allergenic mattress and plump pillows.
26. Godiva’s Chocolate Elixir. Divine.
27. Aten’s homemade durian ice cream.
28. Superman baby tees. From the ever lovable, forever young Ibu Wita.
29. Playing cards. Hola Roma & Venice. Thanks to Awa.
30. Black cardigan.
31. The one ring.
32. Anything Japanese >> Music. Food. Accessories. Clothes. Men. Not necessarily in the same order.

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