Going to school in the train, looking at the sight outside on my first day as a 19-year-old, I thought,
"Does viewing the world through the eyes of a 19-year-old change my perspective? Have I gained any new understanding of the world and its mechanics?"
Of course, the answer is a resounding NO.
But, I know that hardly matters. A birthday may mark the day that you are truly, officially a year older but to me, what it does, year after year, is to show you how people really care.
Thank you Mummy, Daddy and Little Bao for your birthday wishes early in the morning.
Thank you to all my dear friends (esp zn for your very long and touching msg) for your words of encouragement for the year ahead.
Thank you to adi and ml for sharing most of the day with me, even if I had seemed subdued and sprouted a lot of nonsense. That whispered birthday song in munchie monkey was far louder in my ears than any rousing one would be.
And thanks so much to Stacy and Angela for springing the supper of all my favourite food on me, after being cursed by me the whole day for
forgetting my birthday. I am eternally grateful for how you guys put up with and actually find my neurotic self amusing.