The most significant weekend

has been 3 days in which I've oscillated between sheer relief, being at peace with the world and cursing and swearing at my own carelessness. The roaring twenties as they call it. Turning the big 20 has been nothing short of momentous. Truth be told, a friend's friendship is worth much more than any one moment, any whole day to myself, any effort that is required, remedial, or better, for greater intimacy and trust.

That my birthday has been sandwiched right in its middle has, to my mind, been wonderfully poignant, at least in a way that has granted me the greatest degree of enjoyment in what otherwise has been a coasting-from-weekend-to-another existence. And already I can't wait for Friday.

The best bits? Above-and-beyond relief to joy abandon with 21 amazing friends, even those who came after a whole day at work. And another who couldn't make it but called right around midnight nonetheless. Taboo to lend part of the name to a friend's Facebook photo album. An initialed Facebook event that was dress rehearsal for the 21st? Supper at Simpang, dinner at East Point, small familiar frisbee group, katong chicken rice lunch, Koi.

Maybe just one more. Just because. And also to help the passage of time, to lessen the regret. But the more probable stares me in the face as an online alert has just presented itself.