My Birthday.

You know what, I don’t really like my own birthday, it’s the time when I feel most paranoid and vulnerable. I become insecure and I doubt whether people really sayang me and stuff. That’s why there was a couple of years when I refused to aknowledge my birthdays. I’m also not really keen on people finding out when I was born. But this year, this
JULY 23 WILL BE MY BIG 21ST BIRTHDAY. JOT IT IN YOUR DIARY – MAKE SURE YOU’RE FREE ON THAT DAY, CHECK OUT MY BIRTHDAY WISH LIST, GIVE ME PRESENTS (IF YOU’RE NOT IN TOWN, USE A COURIER) AND WISH ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY ON THAT DAY. Hehehehehe. Stay tuned for party invites my hos.

P/s: When friends in London finally texted to inform me that they’re safe and sound, I breathed sigh of relief. I can’t even begin to imagine how it would feel like, having your city bombed. It’s something too scary and dark for me to contemplate.