As quickly as it had arrived, my birthday has ended. I’m not special any more boo.
It was a damn fine day today.
I know I said that birthdays aren’t all that worth celebrating, but there’s a certain mood in the air that makes you really optimistic and cheerful: while taking every step to the bus stop; while smiling all the time; while struggling to keep yourself awake.
It’s a normal day, but certain things make you feel special: Hellos are punctuated with “… And happy birthday!”, classmates spontaneously break into song at the end of lessons (and attempt to ram you crotch-first into a doorframe) and friends greet you with a smile, a card and a present while you hold it with both hands, nearly speechless, lamely stuttering “wow thanks umm thanks this is umm pretty cool thanks guys okay bye” and giving a loose hug for the guys and a pat on the back for the girl.
I hate myself for not being more appreciative because everything I’ve received today means more than an “umm thanks”.
I was greeted at home with char siew mee and cake which was fantastic. Cheesy, especially for someone my age, but I really do appreciate what my family has done for me. 🙂
So here I am, laying on the bed, clicking the most terrific, beautiful and meaningful pocket-watch ever open and close. I wind the watch a few times, to keep it moving. I’ll have to do this daily but I don’t mind. I explore the details with my fingers, while gazing at the ticking clockwork within the metallic chamber. Minutes pass. I read the cutest, most wonderful card ever over and over and over again.
This is all so very darnedly touching. I can’t express myself very well but man I feel appreciated and I really love you all for this. 🙂
17 years has passed and it’s a very happy day for me indeed.
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