Ok, this is history. I didn’t have time lah.

September was a really bad month for me. The only highlight was the Party. I’m 30! I’m a real adult now! WOOHOO!

Reference to a newspaper article published the week after the party, I would like to clarify that my salary isn’t the amount they speculated. More or less, I’m not saying of course.

Like I said, I wanted the WOOHOO! factor. And tiny tiny details go into that. They couldn’t accommodate my request for a champagne glass tower, because they only had flutes. I thought this was impressive as well. I would like to thank Yvonne, and Singapore Turf Club for moving me into the most exclusive Box in the Club, and for humouring all my last minute demands.

My EXCO did everything they could to remind people that they were at Cruz Teng’s party. My initials were all over the place. A little over the top, I thought. Haha.

Door gifts: Home baked cookies in glass jars. I didn’t want flimsy wrappers, or containers that looked cheap. I totally regretted that decision while lugging 60 glass jars and 700 pieces of cookies that evening. I had asked my mum to teach me make these the weekend before the Party. Before I arrived at her place, she had completed the whole batch. Hohoho.

I didn’t have a long winded rundown for the night. It was simply “Doors open, Buffet Dinner, Cake Cutting”

The horse racing would keep people occupied, I thought. True to expectations, 90% of my guests who were at the races for the first time, had a great time shouting themselves hoarse. I had a photo booth with polaroids and photo printer for those who weren’t interested in the horses, but the booth was left neglected most of the night.

And I didn’t allow my guests in bring in alcohol- I wasn’t going to pay for corkage charges and have them make me drunk! They’ll have to learn to survive on soft drinks, and tea or coffee. Hahha.

I didn’t have time to queue at the betting booth myself, and depended on my friends to choose the winning horse. “Here’s $20. Just tell me which horse to cheer for.” Some of them won quite a bit. Not me, though.

“No. 7! No. 7! No. 7! Where the hell is my No. 7?!” It turned out that the poor horse injured itself during the race! OMG! The legendary Clumsy King jinxed a horse!

I had asked my guests not to get me any presents. Some stubborn ones ignored the instructions on my invitation anyway. (Note to my friends: I was busy the whole night, and couldn’t keep track of who gave me what. It’ll be great if you could give me a buzz, because there are some gifts without a tag. Thanks!)

I had a donation box instead. Thanks to my generous friends, I collected a tidy sum that night. And I’m matching the amount dollar for dollar, so the Down Syndrome Association will receive a nice cheque really soon.

My sincere thanks and appreciation to my Chapter 3 EXCO, and my family and friends. Thank you for your love. I hope you guys enjoyed the party as much as I did. For those of you who weren’t there, there’re more pictures here.

The next bash will be for Chapter 3.5 on 18.09.2014.