I once said that at this age (yeah, I talk like I’ve already old while in fact I’m still very very young, thank you very much), birthdays feel just like any other days, except that you’re getting a year older. You stopped demanding parties and presents from your parents. You don’t count how many bday messages and presents you get anymore, and whether they are more or less than the year before. In some ways, it’s like you care less about it, because, well, you’ve been through so many birthdays already and their essence is kind of the same, so it’s like you develop an immune system for them.

But, as I’m still living my birthday which is today, I am reminded that I need to make some adjustments to that earlier statement.

Your birthday may feel just like any other day, and you’re still getting a year older (duh), but it’s also ‘YOUR’ day. The day where you get a free pass to think selfishly about you, you, and just yourself, and screw anyone who tells you otherwise. Of course, it also helps (so much! haha) that people all around you are generally being indulgent and accommodating, all in the name of you, the birthday person.

So, the important thing is, be happy, enjoy YOUR day, and just don’t think too much for that extra year. And enjoy the cakes! :D

(Note: my birthday this year is fantastic! Not that anyone cares and will read this, anyway, but I just want to write it down so I can treasure the memory in the years to come.) (As for the awful grammar? Well, back off, I just don’t feel like proofreading this post, I’m too busy enjoying the remaining few hours of my birthday anyway)