Officially 22

I am 22.

I am really 22... and next year I will be 23... and the year after next year I will be 24...

I have never thought that birthday could be a dreadful thing. A few days ago, one of my colleague was complaining about having to accompany her 5 year old daughter to a birthday party at McDonald's. I have a confession. When I was 7, my parents threw me a birthday party at McDonald's. I did not remember much about the event. All I can remember was I threw a tantrum just before the party cause I thought my birthday dress was shit. I also recalled that the party host made me and a boy (who happened to be hottest boy in the entire second grade) balance a crystal ball on our foreheads whilst dancing to the music. I also remembered I got many presents and I purposely did not invite some of the kids in my class. I remembered one boy approached me and he asked me for his invitation and I cruelly said to him, "I am not inviting you because you SMELL". The poor boy cried for one hour and my teacher had to call his parents. I was a BITCH.

I did not have any more parties for my birthdays until my 17th one. Back in my home country, 17th birthday party is huge for girls. The tradition is that 17th birthday party is supposed to be the second biggest party in your life to your wedding. And I really mean it when I said "big party". Most of the girls at my school would hire a ballroom at five star hotels and invite at least 500 people. Not to mention, live performances and top quality caterers. Being the anti-consumerism, human rights activist, regular participants in debating competitions, I declined the offer of a big party. I instead opt for a yakiniku dinner with 50 of my closest friends. I remember I was really happy back then. I was loved in return by this boy. I remembered I got together with him just 10 days after my birthday. He wanted me to get engaged with me a month after we got together and he wanted me to marry him on 20 October 2010 (that would be exactly 7 years of relationship). I know this sounds really sweet except... I realized I had lost my feelings for him about a week after we got together -_-

So here I am now 22... And suddenly, birthday is not such a big deal for me anymore. Ever since I came to Melbourne, I always have friends surprising me for my birthdays. This time around, it is different and the strange thing is... I felt different as well... For the first time ever, I don't see birthday as a big deal anymore. I would usually stay awake until midnight but this time around, I fell asleep at 10.30 pm as I had to work early in the morning the next day. I put my phone on silent so that I would not be disrupted by calls and messages. And, I did the right thing. The next morning, I got messages and calls on both my mobiles... a majority of them were around midnite. Anyways, I am glad that a lot of people do remember and do care. Most of my friends had already graduated and they are all very busy with work and other affairs. Thanks for remembering guys especially my friends who are overseas :)

I do realize, however, that I started to see birthday as an unpleasant thing. I am getting older. The other day, I was screaming in my boyfriend's car. Although I have yet to see any visible signs of aging, I am seriously considering purchasing an anti-wrinkle cream... As one of the ad said, once you are in your twenties, you could be prone to the first signs of aging -_- I am being paranoid, am I? Anyways, hopefully you are not bored my rantings. I just happen to be this VERY OPINIONATED girl.