now december found the love we shared in september

listening to high by james blunt

I turned 18 today. No, it does not feel old but it does not feel right. I still havent done alot of things which i would ve liked to do by the time i turned 18. Damnit, 18 does sound old. I mean when my sister turned 18 i thought bleh, shes getting old. And oh no, the same is happening to me now. This curse will not end.

I dont celebrate birthdays. For a change, i celebrated my birthday yesterday actually with a few people i can tolerate (you know how i hate people, dont you?). The blueberry cake from masooms was yummy but i was full after having 1 piece. I didnt feel like eating anything after that. I dont like cakes too. Couldnt help but notice i havent cut a cake in the longest time now. I dunnno what difference does it make anyways. It doesnt make me feel any special :S

Heres a fact 'bout this day most of the people who know me dont know this. I m officially 17. See, i was born in the year 87. But the date printed on my birth certificate is 88. Hmmmm...thats a good thing? Apparently, 7 is supposed to be a lucky number for me. 7 is the lucky number for everyone i guess (yes, i believe in all that because it is partially true).

Thanks to everyone who called/sms'ed/emailed/scrapped/sent e-cards. Colorful t h a n k s to the Sin City gang who all wrote sweet posts wishing me on their personal blogs in their own special way :)