Inhaling wisdom, exhaling juvenility

I am thinking, that is what birthday is all about - not just another day waiting to pass by, but a date to sit and ponder what your life has been or will be.

(Written before)

The day before THE day. The day when I am stocked up with excessive expectation and fear of disappointment. I despise the day before THE day with a passion. The time ticks too slow, and I feel so low, and there are times that I am just overwhelmed with emotions I can't take it anymore.

Facebook notification starts to build up, more than the number of phone calls or sweet texts from people that I really do hope certain important will wish me first. When I become more wary of this, my thoughts are leading towards "Have they forgotten me?" or "Nobody loves me!" That's how attention seeking I have become as I grow older.

Oh. Well, this is my immaturity speaking. Today is the day before THE day. I shall embrace the last few hours before turning a digit older.

(Written today)

Right after i wrote the last paragraph, I heard a few knocks on my door and synchronisingly my heart went thump! thump! I was elated in a jiffy, opened the door with my messy headscarf and worn-too-many-times sweater. And there they were, 23-shaped candles and happy buddies.

On the next day, I had dinner with Miane at Belgo, after a shared lobster & crab burger, and a half a kilo of mussels, she surprised me with candle on a cake. I love her to bits!

PS: she found that she gets more emotional with age

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