Another Year Older

Started out by writing a bunch of stuff, narrating what I did on my birthday so that in the future when I look back at least I have a record of what I did on my 23rd birthday.

Then I deleted everything. Thinking to self, is it so important what one does on one's birthday? If we're lucky and get to live till a ripe age of 80 or 90, does it even matter anymore what we did on our 14th or 26th or 57th birthday? If nothing goes wrong, there'll be so many more birthdays to come and I wonder if anyone's gonna keep track of what one did for each and every one of his/her birthday. But then again... knowing myself, being borderline obsessive-compulsive, likes to have things very organized, and rather meticulous, I know that if I had wanted, I would easily have kept a journal for my birthdays. :) I'd even have a list of who wished me for my birthday in chronological order, who sent me b'day cards, text'ed me, friendster-msged me, facebook'ed me, msn-msged me, or verbally wished me. And if I were free enough I'd keep all the msges and sms'es too. Okay at this point I'm pretty sure you'd think I'm some weirdo eh. Yeah so I am wacky that way. so what. :)

But. Doing all that would be kinda narcissistic. And I'm not. Plus it's a waste of time. So I won't do it. Funny how different people view birthdays differently. Some freak out for getting one year closer to death. Some don't give a flying monkey bout it, some believe that it's the time of the year where you have the one opportunity to be as selfish and demanding as possible. Some believe it's an excuse to splurge on things they desire. What I believe - okay this is gonna sound quite cheesy - is that it's the time of the year to thank my mom again, be very thankful of her for bringing me into this world not without going through some tremendous labor pain. And also, I believe it's a day to be happy. Doesn't matter how or what we do (as long as it's legal =P), it's a day we ought to be sincerely in cloud nine. :) I think we all deserve it, no?!

This year I didn't make any birthday wish. The one I made every single year for the past 7 years never really come true anyway, but then again maybe it's impossible to hope that it'd completely come true. This year for some reasons I wanted to be surrounded by snow and sipping a cuppa hot cocoa whilst enjoying the beauty of it. But it didn't happen. This year I have comparatively less friends celebrating with me. But I'm thankful I have these people who stuck around and tried their very best to make me very happy, grateful they're around. And that I didn't have to sit at home and stare into the computer typing a birthday entry, made me happy. :) no snow, but i saw some man-made snowman, had dinner with some close friends, then went to the beach took a ferry across the water to an island, had my hot choc. What more can I ask for, eh? :)

Thank you, my friends. I love you guys. Including those who couldn't be physically around. All the phone calls, sms'es etc. I appreciate them, really.

And so, as of today, I am 23 years and 2 days old. :) a very happy birthday indeed.