happy birthday to moi.

u know..ive been meaning n deliberating to write sth about my birthday.but ended up not writing any.so yeah, im getting older.im 29.ive got more crow's feets u cant even imagine.my arms are getting saggier.my skin, uhh..not that they are mostly all firm n elastic, no.

i am not afraid of getting old.

but, maybe, what i am afraid of, is not getting to know the unknown.the bleakness of life.call me ludicrous, but wouldnt it be better, if not less depressing, to just know where u r supposed to be heading.what u r supposed to do. to think. to react.that's the problem.i just don't know.

people say that's the merriment of life.expect the unexpected.yeah, like i never got that one coming.har har.ive gotten to a phase of life where the most i could do is to think.and when the thoughts get too provoking n much flooding on the brain, i come to a halt.

so, coming back to the issue, i dun see any reason not to celebrate my birthday.indeed, i celebrated mine.in a way i always love.spending time with my loved ones, not to be succumbed to any morose, sullen sentiment.so i blew the candles,i got wishes, i warbled on the karaoke, i got pressies.i am much happier than i thought i cud be.it was unbelievably overwhelming.

so yes, expect the unexpected.