Two days ago,
I turned twenty-two.

No one week celebration and elaborate gifts this time round,
probably because I'm tired of day after day meet-ups,
even though it's to celebrate MY birthday.
And there's no wishlist this year to refer to.

After more than 2 decades of 4th July,
I guess it just does not matter that much anymore.
They say that all birthdays after ur 21st pale in comparison,
and gets more and more insignificant.

I think I agree.

So this year,
I got another "mini-hamper" from AM,
a satisfying meal,
chats all the way into the night,
until the restaurant closes,
until Novena Square is shrouded with a cloud of serenity.

She wished me love.
And I think that is the most valuable gift she can ever give me.
She says I don't believe in love,
and because of that,
unfortunate guys end up taking the rap for the state I'm in.

I knew I was running from myself since a long time ago.
I never doubted that.
And maybe the root of my problem was the very real relunctance of leaving my comfort zone
of being scared,
of finding out the answers because
I don't want to find out that they are not what I had in mind,
that I'm wrong.

It isn't because I refuse to believe in love, my sweet.
It's precisely because I believe in it,
that is why I'm not willing to give it a shot.
My beliefs in this elusive concept called love,
is something I'm unwilling to give up on.

She found love in her own special way.
And judging from the glow she exudes,
no one shd be blaming her, hating her,
or telling her that she's wrong,
even though she might really be.

Life is too short and bitter,
why make it worst? (courtesy of boss!)

As for me,
life is already immersed in mundane bitterness,
why bother to take the risk and have all your illusions shattered?

For now,
I'm happy living in this cocooned state that I'm in.

I have everything that I could possibly want right now.
I 'm temping at my ideal company (although the job is not.)
I earn enough to feed myself good food (well, once in a while)
I can afford to go on a rampage online spree (well...sometimes)
and I've got the most wonderful people in my life,
the best I could ever hope to meet,
to call "MY FRIENDS".

I hate the timetable SIM stuck me with though,
but I don't think anyone can give a GOOD timetable for my BIRTHDAY.

So really,
what more birthday wishes could I have?

For these good things to go on into eternity? (probably not, with the sort of karma I've been accumulating)
For money to fall from the sky? (I wish!)
For excellent academic results (without having to work for it)?
For good health, slim waist, and huge boobs (while injesting junk food)?
More durians (without falling sick)?

Spain winning world cup 2010 (with Tor winning golden boot)?

Nah, simplicity has its virtue.

Happy 22nd to myself :)