Celebrated my 21st Bday on August 8, with a BBQ. Friends and relatives were invited. Well, the atmosphere seems off, and less than expected arrived, I am really thankful and grateful for all the gifts, well-wishes and blessings recieved from all of them.
After the BBQ, went to our old hang-out at Haji Lane for some Shisha. Talking cock and singing song, until Weili's wise idea, which was made worse by Tonia. Let's just say I had fun, but try not to have more of such "nonsense" in the future, ya. I have a "reputation" to uphold, you know. LOL. And let's hope that those pictures do not end up in the wrong hands...Shudder to think of the consequences.
Well, I am officially 21 now. I can vote, I can watch R21 films, but what does it mean actually for me?
I did not matured overnight, nor did I look any older, or younger after August 9th. In fact, people still mistake me for a Secondary School student when I go out. Heck, my ID is the first to be checked when I go to places where it is a crime for minors to go.
People make a lot of hooha about their 21st Birthday, but does it really symbolizes anything? At least, not to me. I am still the same person, I was, before or after. No changes to the status quo at all....LOL
Was depressed a few weeks back, did not wanna talk about it to anyone. Felt that it was something that I have to sort through by myself. And after a few "hard knocks" on the head, I have thought things through. Was upset by the way that the both of them were acting towards each other. Jealous would be the better word here. Considering that I confessed to "that person" not too long ago. But then I realised who am I to be jealous of them, they did not do anything wrong. Why am I so petty? Why am I so easily angered by what they are doing? Love is not possession, ya? Besides, both of them are my treasured friend. I do not wanna lose their friendship, just because of some stupid, retarded shit I am feeling. Slowly, but surely, losing that jealousy streak. Heck, what right have I to feel jealous? This episode is really the one time that my rationality is trying its utmost to win over my feelings. And what a hard-won victory! I really hate myself for feeling that way. Really, really hate myself. Is this the price of growing up, where you began to be concerned about all this petty things? No matter, what the outcome, I still wish for the best for the both of them.
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