Thanks for this birthday.

My 18th birthday is special indeed. Not because of special food, or special presents, simply becoz i was spending it wif some reallie reallie special ppl in my life. Who would have imagined 10 grown-ups to sing "happy birthday" at the top of their voice at Cafe Cartel with a full-house of people looking on. super embarrassed, but touched nonetheless. Suddenly i feel like there's alot of ppl out there who loves me, and who at least remembers. Another day of tiring but fun odac ativities, but when i got to look at my phone after the thingy and saw something like 8 messages received, i oredi felt something special. ok the irony of it all: while 7 of the msgs mention the phrase "happy birthday" in some way or another (and shiyan even doing a voice recording on my voicemail), the very first one that i chose to look at--instinctively--was one that did not hint it at all. kinda expected. Somehow, that 7 could not make up for the single 1, and i hate my phone, my inbox. disappointed.

In the nxt few hours, smses wif that same phrase started coming in. But nothing cures. disappointment thats not caused by the exact same subject cannt be lifted even by something pleasant in the same area. There can be a thousand million positivities, but that single thorn could bug u, especially if the thorn realli pricked.

Birthdays are best spent wif ppl u wan to spend it wif. precisely. But sometimes, remembering could mean more than something material. now why the heck am i talking abt my birthday like a 17-yr-old does? as of 6th March, i feel old. and MJ, always believe in 18 yr olds when he sees clues of another possible con-job on the cards. well..at least this time around soft-shell crab is not all abt rabbit food eh? hahas...i'm too touched i cant talk. but i loved the company, i loved the cake that tasted so very sweet, i loved the new wallet (tho having probs deciding wat cards to throw away), and certainly i love u people. thanks guys...for making it such a nice day. thanks alot.