Thoughts on being 19-to-be
i should probably start writing my birthday post today. 19th seems to be such a strange, exhausting, old, boring year. the last year people can legally called me a "teen". oh i’m going say bye to that privellege on friday 00:00. how does this feels? how did you feel when you’ve struck 19 but feel anything but 19? 19 feels so grown up, and i dont really wish to grow up; 19 feels all wrong and i wanna stay 18 forever. i wanna be a kiddy and have people mussed up my hair. oh, stratch that.
i wanna get myself a little something, to remember this day by. oh, what a perfect reason to shop, i’d say.
not many people remember this day i’m perfectly aware. but what touches me and what seems to be the most important thing ever was those people who wished me happy birthday after 12 strucks simultaneously; one after another. and that, is the best present anyone could ever give. and then, you will find yourself thinking, they remembered, they remembered!, before doing a geeky and gawky dance in the living room. out of anyone’s sight of course.
and those people, you know, just happened to be my favourites. :*)
***background playing SHE ‘Bu Xiang Zhang Da***
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I know that this world isn't always the safest place. I wanted to write this down, because we could die tomorrow; And you will never know, just how much you meant to me. ♥


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