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July 19, 2003
Twenty-Three and Over
The past few days and weeks haven't been particularly good. I've been mostly cooped up at home, only meeting up with people on the rarest of occasion. My room is in a huge mess and I either eat non-stop, or not eat at all.
Most of all, I was convinced this is going to be the worst birthday yet. Ever. Totally.
Surprisingly, it began to be pretty alright. People who cared started sending their greetings as early as 12 midnight. Dad sent me a birthday greeting when he was at work in the morning, despite bereting me for my lack of sleep (surprise. surprise) right before he left. I managed to hurl myself out of the house for thai food with Mom (Dad couldn't make it) and went grocery shopping and pretty much got all the food I need.
Giving tuition was obligatory but along the way, I had many more phonecalls and text messages. Son kept trying to call me from Phuket (where he's holidaying at the moment) and o-i-do-miss-him and yes he did make my day. :) Even people I was convinced will not care, called and showed they care. In tiny ways.
Sis came by with the delectable durian cake from Goodwood Park Hotel. It has tons of vanilla cubes on it for toppings! Totally sinful but all of us loved it, even the dog Riki. Apparantly, Mom had told Sis how I loved the durian puffs the other time.
But I felt abit sick thereafter.
So now, in retrospect, I had a quiet birthday. And even though the definitive well-wishing did not arrive and I'm rendered heartbroken, I'm quietly appreciative. I mean, did I believe that he would call at all? After all that has happened?
Life's not too bad. I've come this far, all we have to do is to move on. Move on. And walk on for the rest of our lives.
Posted by lainey at July 19, 2003 04:06 AM