Turning 30

Turning 30 is nothing but................................. B-O-R-I-N-G!
I was like anticipating something to happen - as if the carriage would turn into a pumpkin at the struck of 12, or maybe I would be like size 6 again but no leh, as the clock struck 12 ( I was asleep), all I hear was Aung whisper over my ear, "Happy Birthday Bun Bun" and I was like, okay me sleepy and then that's the end.
There was no major transformation. I didn't quite feel smarter. I didn't feel quite older. I didn't feel quite empowered. I felt like 29. It feels like 28. Or even maybe 31.
This year I had more b'day wishes sms from friends all thanks to latest groups like facebook, friendster etc that updates and reminds you again and again about your friend's b'days.
I spend half of my b'day with maoster, the other half with Aung for a swim and took out some time off to do shopping for my sister who needed DUMEX CHOCOLATE FLAVOURED MILK for 3 t0 6 years old and this particular Sanitary Pad.... She was grounded becos her kids are both sick. At 30, I had my first task, to run errands for my sister and her 2 little imps. How exciting has life as a 30 year old woman can be!
So in a nutshell, I feel that my 30 birthday lacks something and I wonder if it's:
1. A birthday cake? Nope, there was NO strawberry shortcake or any cakes actually.
2. Flowers from my hubby? I can't really quite decide if I really like flowers or not! But still...
3. More presents? So far i've gotten 3 ( mum, aung and william)
4. Estasy? Heroins? Morphine?
5. Maybe I need lots of contentment!
Maybe turning 30 and beyond is like this. It's suppose to be BORING!