It’s amusing: to spend the eve of your birthday with friends who you thought were oblivious to your birthday when they actually conspired to keep mum about it. Being me, one who placed high stakes on friendships must admit that the wait was excruciatingly painful. Worse still, when sms-es were coming in at a glacial pace, it’s as though God reminding me to make a reality check.

I enjoyed the night though, singing my hearts out with the VA guys and had a gratifying round of Battlefield 2 prior to singing. It felt good. It’s one in a few years which I could say I spend my birthday happily, the rest were just normal days which seemed to remind me that age is something I should start looking out for. The company was just what I needed to make this birthday a sans-lonely one. Thanks guys.

I didn’t expect well wishes to arrive like crowds queuing up for Hello Kitties dolls; I do admit that there were instances when I thought it will be heart warming to receive a thoughtful message or two from confidantes.

Problem comes when it didn’t happened, but I do appreciate an occasion when friends whom I didn’t know for very long went that extra mile in calling me up to extend their well wishes. It felt really great and emotional; don’t even try imagining me being emotional, the turmoils are usually internal and I’m more likely to implode than to explode.

23 years of age should do some serious self reflection and realistic goal setting eh? I will hope that studying becomes more enjoyable in NUS and wish that my grades will start to project an acute upslope.

Happy Birthday to Me.