i just turned 33 2 hours ago (3 hours in Japan time). otanjiobi omedettou. frankly, it’s a number that appears scary, alien, and surreal to me. whilst many say it’s just a number, nothing to get too emotional over, birthdays mean alot to me. i cannot even explain why it is. it just is.

tears of joy and appreciation, more importantly gratitude flowed tonight. thank you Shaz (who just finished ironing Yasu’s shirt, well, technically Kenji’s cos he’s lending it to Yasu so he doesn’t have to wear his smokey-smelling shirt to work tmrw), Kenji (thanks for eveything), Enfee (who’s having her exams, together with Shaz), and Yasu (who’s just drifted into lalaland cos he’s so exhausted and has to be awake by 7 in the morning) for a wonderful wonderful birthday night.

what matters so much to me every year as i age, are that some things that are dear to me, stay the same, unwavering in their precious corners, even as time and tide waits not for me, not for anyone. i remind myself every year, that i need not lose myself cos there are still things and people who remember me, remember what i am, what i’ve always been, what i used to be.

thank you HH for calling. the way you spoke whilst i balled my eyes out spoke volumes of how much you understand me. thank you for believing in me and getting me, year after year.

thank you K-pok, for sms-ing. i got ur message. wish you were here. i believe some things never change.

thank you to the rest who surprised me by remembering my birthday. =)) means alot.

hito wa kawaii, kawaii mono desu ne.