(Good morning! I wanted to post all the entries below on the respective dates but blogger wasn't kind to me so I saved it all in drafts and nah, take it all! A bit too much for you to read all at once. Hehe.)
Well, it was my ‘party’ but I didn’t cry because I didn’t want to. I had such a nice low-key birthday celebration this year, doing ordinary things that always seemed extraordinary when it’s him I’m doing it with. It was such a coincidence that all my friends were away due to the long weekend. So we had time all to ourselves. It was all about us and what we wanted to do. Like eating chocolate-dipped marshmallows while seating on a wooden bench so thin you’d have to really balance your body or else you’d fall into the fish pond, shopping like we’ve never shopped before, talking as if we’re on auto-pilot not knowing when or where to stop so that we won’t waste a single minute together and sometimes, we’d be as still and as quiet as the night sky but all the while still maintaining the big goofy grins on our faces. Excited lah okay! And I love, love, love my birthday present. Thank you for the wonderful time. :) We’ll be stronger this time around. It can only get better.
So it was my 24th birthday! I’m old! You see, I’ve never had issues with my age or my weight. But now, I don’t know what has gotten into me. I almost cried the other night because I can’t get the big two four part out of my head. Technically, it doesn’t make much difference because I am still me and all that ‘age is nothing but a number’ talk has always been true. But somehow, this year it felt different. Like as though the number might actually be significant in my life. Or should be significant, at least. I don’t know what or where or how but I just feel older, this year, than what I felt on my birthday last year. Of course the fact is that I AM older because you see, idiot, that’s what birthdays are for. To mark another additional year in someone’s life. I’m not making any sense and it’s just impossible to explain but I just feel older this year. There, let’s leave it at that. You don’t have to try to figure it out unless you don’t have anything better to do and in that case, please inform me of your findings, thank you.
But anyway, thanks to everyone who rubbed salt on my wound and reminded me how old I am. Just kidding. Hehe. I thank you for your sincere wishes. And thanks for saying the nicest things and wishing me the best of everything, I love every single thought that came with it.
ps: I was hoping Meq would deliver on my birthday but it didn’t happen. That would’ve been the best birthday present ever. Cehh, over je. And that means no birthday celebration with her because she’s ready to pop any minute now! Nervous!
Well, it was my ‘party’ but I didn’t cry because I didn’t want to. I had such a nice low-key birthday celebration this year, doing ordinary things that always seemed extraordinary when it’s him I’m doing it with. It was such a coincidence that all my friends were away due to the long weekend. So we had time all to ourselves. It was all about us and what we wanted to do. Like eating chocolate-dipped marshmallows while seating on a wooden bench so thin you’d have to really balance your body or else you’d fall into the fish pond, shopping like we’ve never shopped before, talking as if we’re on auto-pilot not knowing when or where to stop so that we won’t waste a single minute together and sometimes, we’d be as still and as quiet as the night sky but all the while still maintaining the big goofy grins on our faces. Excited lah okay! And I love, love, love my birthday present. Thank you for the wonderful time. :) We’ll be stronger this time around. It can only get better.
So it was my 24th birthday! I’m old! You see, I’ve never had issues with my age or my weight. But now, I don’t know what has gotten into me. I almost cried the other night because I can’t get the big two four part out of my head. Technically, it doesn’t make much difference because I am still me and all that ‘age is nothing but a number’ talk has always been true. But somehow, this year it felt different. Like as though the number might actually be significant in my life. Or should be significant, at least. I don’t know what or where or how but I just feel older, this year, than what I felt on my birthday last year. Of course the fact is that I AM older because you see, idiot, that’s what birthdays are for. To mark another additional year in someone’s life. I’m not making any sense and it’s just impossible to explain but I just feel older this year. There, let’s leave it at that. You don’t have to try to figure it out unless you don’t have anything better to do and in that case, please inform me of your findings, thank you.
But anyway, thanks to everyone who rubbed salt on my wound and reminded me how old I am. Just kidding. Hehe. I thank you for your sincere wishes. And thanks for saying the nicest things and wishing me the best of everything, I love every single thought that came with it.
ps: I was hoping Meq would deliver on my birthday but it didn’t happen. That would’ve been the best birthday present ever. Cehh, over je. And that means no birthday celebration with her because she’s ready to pop any minute now! Nervous!
1 comment:
Yeah! I do agree with you. 'Age is just a number.' :) Btw, happy belated birthday.
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