Happy Birthday again… to me. 🙂
It is a special birthday this year apparently, where I actually turn 21. I say “apparently” because, well, I’ve never been bothered about age. I distinctly remember a foreign friend (a good friend) of mine saying how fixated with age we all are as a race that one of the first few things we ask people we meet is how old they are. But hey, I was 16 (or 17… oh I don’t know, YOUNG) at the time, and I was on mIRC* so forgive me for trying to avoid sleazy 35 year old paedophiles.
For those who find my ramblings boring, a lengthy one is coming ahead. You have been warned.
I’m the kind of person you’d expect to actually go and press…
“2007 – 1986 = 21”
…in the calculator a few days before the actual birthday itself because I cannot for the life of me remember how old I actually am. And it goes all ways, I also can never remember how old everyone else around me is.
But with that said, yes, so 21. Supposedly this is a magic number where after today, I magically reappear into the world as.. responsible.
So it does scream “irony” that I am entering into this new era with an expired IC (apparently it expired in December. I was prancing about my heels in India with an expired IC. WHO CHECKS!). I’m just sadly waiting for my meagre allowance to come out so I can pay for the fine with which I can renew the damn thing.
Ahhh allowance, that reminds me… I am entering this new chapter of my life… with exactly $0 in cash. But that’s okay.
Because I also might have come to the stinking realisation that… I might just be in the wrong profession. But hey, we’ll see what happens. This might just be… one of those feelings that third year degree students suffer from due to the impending end of study (and especially the things that come after).
Hey, I can write, I can bake… 😀 Life is good!