Anticipation

You can usually get away with being demanding if your friends love you and they think your obnoxiousness is “cute”.

Or they are scared of you.

In my case, I think it’s a combination of love and fear, plus a lot of contempt. I know that because my friends call me, “Your Royal Assness”.

Frou: Oi. Are we having dinner together tonight?
Friends: Where would your Royal Assness like to go?

Earlier on this week, I changed the subject title on our group Whatsapp chatroom to “My Royal Assness Birthday” and demanded to know what they are doing to celebrate my birthday. I added an Emoji emoticon of a princess wearing a crown.

Silence.

The Man assured me that silence does not mean inaction. Apparently they have created a new chatroom by themselves to plan the celebration. Or so he said.

But unsatisfied that nobody sought my opinion, I sought each one of them out instead to tell them my birthday wishes.

I told Willy I wanted a hand held vacuum cleaner.

I told Toi I wanted a big-ass Mount Sapola lavender stick diffuser.

I told The Man I wanted a certain ink design.

I told Toe I wanted a birthday dinner at a certain restaurant with a certain type of cake.

"OK,” they said to me.

Hmm. Let’s see whether my demands will be met tonight…..

(It’s not my birthday today, by the way. I tend to celebrate the whole month. :P)

Pre-celebration -  the gay boys made assorted alibaba Ais Kacang for me at our teowchew porridge dinner buffet last night. We are supposed to eat porridge but ended up spending more time playing at the Ais Kacang machine.