prose: Birthday!

Dear Chris Martin,
(wounded Trojan who will make a comeback)

My Birthday was a blast!! They got me a cake, and played 'Allah Selamatkan Kamu!' on mp3. afterwards they played 'YMCA', in which the lyrics at the opening of the song says "young man!" - they were playing sarcastic songs for me!

I really thought there would be no 'rumbling*' involved, for the cake was set in the studio, where a no-mess clause reigns (and a seminar was on the next day). i actually danced to the tune of YMCA in spite of this.

But suddenly i was dragged out of the studio, brought to the toilet (cleaning was easier) and *clobbered with eggs, serbuk kunyit and-

-and oh! even pee! before the plastic that held the pee was smashed on me I vommited my birthday cake out unto the protagonist's quiksilver t-shirt and he threw up back on me, and vice versa, and it continues until we are both covered with vomit, spit and pee. we actually had this taped, thanks to the technology of digicams.

at the end of it all, the mess was cleaned, the seminar went well, i got heaps of sms and calls from well wishers (including Celcom) and another fond memory is added to my bank. this i shall look back with a smirk on my face.

too bad you're not here.

With warmest regards,
Khairil