I’ve always looked forward to my birthday. 29th September has always been a magical day. The date filled with my favorite number - 9. Double 9 spells double happiness, and I felt like the luckiest girl in the whole world.
To give and will receive is what I was taught by my parents. Treat someone with love and respect and they will reciprocate. Alas! That was not the case, at least for me. You see, for the last 10 years, I have been thrown deeper into the Bog of Eternal Stench by each person I’ve met. Each expecting to be on the receiving end, but never to give in return.
Without going into specifics, it took me a good two years to forsake the negativities and fair-weathered friends. Never mind that my phone book blinked that big fat ZERO in my face. Unloading those excess baggage was the best decision I have made in my life.
So I’ve turned a year older that day before… and yesterday. Funny how my Western and Chinese birthdays would fall side by side. Only my mother would remember my Lunar Birthday. Bless her. Mothers are often neglected on birthdays as we spend the day making merry with friends and loved ones. But think back that eventful day. Hours spent in the delivery room screaming in pain as their uterus contract …. !@#$%^&* ….. Explicit details aside, mothers should be the one being celebrated instead, don’t you think so?
Reading back my tweets, I was astonished by how how I’ve matured mentally.. 29th September is no more than just a date. Mundane as it seemed, but receiving warm thoughts and well wishes continuously throughout perked up my day! Those few seconds that people took to think of me is more than I could ever asked for, and I had fun thinking up of quirky replies too. What a great way to start a new chapter of my life.
So this is me, adding a strain of <insert dreaded color> hair, I am a year older.
- Oct 01 Fri 2010 00:10