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Heck. I don't even know how to do the
Macarena.
Who am I kidding! Yes! I love
birthdays! Enjoy every moment of it. It does not matter that I'm
getting older, I still love it. It's funny that when I was younger, I
wanted to grow up so badly. Hated people telling me that "I'm TOO YOUNG". Too young to join in my adult cousins'
conversation with my mom (yeah. This still rankles). Too young to
read books by certain authors (My mom had a strict watch on all my reading materials. Only "safe" books were allowed. I guess that's a tale for another blog post?)
Once I hit 18, I was so proud. Felt
like a grown-up. Like I could now do anything I wanted. Now I've hit
the 30s. I can see the 40s on the horizon in just seven years. Then
the 50s. Retirement. Creaking bones. Wrinkles. Ok.. Now I'm just
scaring myself. Saw a gray hair recently and it gave me heart
palpitations. I'm not kidding.
HEART. PALPITATIONS.
Drove my
colleagues crazy by harping on that gray hair the whole day. What can
I say, I'm no George Clooney who can rock the "gray hair" look. Actually,
I can't rock any look so "gray hair"... Don't even want to think about it..
I guess nothing else can bring your mortality to greater focus than the discovery of your first gray hair.
HEART. PALPITATIONS.
Drove my
colleagues crazy by harping on that gray hair the whole day. What can
I say, I'm no George Clooney who can rock the "gray hair" look. Actually, I can't rock any look so "gray hair"... Don't even want to think about it..
I guess nothing else can bring your mortality to greater focus than the discovery of your first gray hair.
Anyway, the past few years, I've been over the moon, crazy excited, since I found out that I share the same
birthday with Adam Lambert (Yeah. It takes very little to get me excited). Now I can fantasize having a
joint birthday celebration with him. Would not mind learning the Macarena for
the event but then again might totally scare off Adam with all the
unwanted jiggling. Ok. Now, I'm just making myself miserable.
In my opinion, birthdays are only special, when you have someone to share it with. Imagine sitting at home alone, staring at a single piece of cake, singing "Happy Birthday" to yourself..... Scary thought..
I may be a little neurotic. Slightly crazy. My train of thoughts even scare me sometimes. I'm totally messed up and when it comes to idiosyncrasies and weird quirks, I have them in abundance.
So the thing that makes it a bit easier for me to bear is that my family is awesome and I'm always lucky to meet people, who want to be friends with me. For the life of me, I can't imagine why but they seem to want to remain friends. For that, I know I'm blessed.
So the thing that makes it a bit easier for me to bear is that my family is awesome and I'm always lucky to meet people, who want to be friends with me. For the life of me, I can't imagine why but they seem to want to remain friends. For that, I know I'm blessed.
So here is my way of thanking both my family and friends. For not only accepting my crazy ways and awful personality but for being caring enough to make my birthday special.
Acknowledgement : Use of Adam Lambert's Music
