Two-One

It’s taking me weeks to update my blog and even now I’m talking about things that have happened awhile back. So what! I told you I was not here to entertain, hell its one place where you can all vent it out without the slightest ado.
So here I am gibberishing about the most important thing that culminated this month. My Birthday.
The Day I Turned Twenty One (15th January)
Birthdays are always supposed to be fun, and my 21st was certainly one!
I never thought it to be fun really. See I come across as this unbelievably boring, lethargic bloke that doesn’t fit into the normal world. Firstly I find it impossible to make friends… a literally do! It’s tough you know! I can roast a chicken at Everest but I just cannot make friends….finding me a retard already? I have just started…
So here I am who is absolutely fuming like a chimney reclusively over the goons at my “KidVERSITY”. (Now that’s a whole new story that I just don’t have the time or the heart to tell) as I lay that night skimming through the text messages for the umpteenth time (told you I do not fit),it occurred to me that I have a birthday tomorrow. So why not have the most subtle of birthday parties ever? It had to be subtle because firstly it was my birthday and secondly I just wanted to be with people who I knew cared for me as much I do for them
Step one; find these elusive individuals. Not hard MA and Ace (self-proclaimed, recently found that out ;)
Step two; how to invite? Simple. Text your teacher, she’s all ready(cool chic, I have to add) then text Ace (easier said than done, it took him the whole other morning to reply back, apparently he was asleep, hmm envious me!)
With all the procedures and logistics done, I drove away to pick Ace and MA up. We opted for COPPER KETTLE. MA was nice enough to buy me a cake from the adjacent bakery which was luscious to say the least.
COPPER KETTLE has a lot of serenity to it, quite contrary to the name of the dishes though. (Son of a botch, Runaway Chic to name a few that I could spell properly).
We settled ourselves to a nice warm place in the corner and chatter away. MA and Ace were mingling themselves into a laughable debate that was both hilarious and fun.
I still don’t develop feeling of such strong emotion and happiness other than seeing other people celebrate and feel happy, I’m not being modest truly I’m not! But somehow happiness to me now is subjective to others.
MA gave me book titled “The 100” and Ace gave me a…uhh hmm a cup I guess with HAPPY BIRTHDAY carved out.
I loved the food, the presents and the people, it sounds touchingly boring, but hey three can tango just as well as two.

I felt sad too, MA is off to Yemen with an electric guy, I wished she had opened up earlier and we would have had more of the socio-analytical-sarcastic humorish outings. The Snape-Lady is all Snape would have been had he lived.
Ace is this all boyish intellect fun that guys usually are, but what makes him differ is his ability to trust and laugh wholeheartedly. Nice bloke.
The food was fantastic, I loved my dish No89. (What was that again MA?). So like all evenings and nights, this too had to come to an end, and so it did. I dropped them home and went away to where I live, thoroughly happy and thoroughly changed.
You don’t really need Obama to change lives now do you?