Twenty Three

There’s nothing really monumental with turning twenty three. No new legal rights are accorded to me, and I’m still subject to my mum’s micromanagement. There are some minor shifts in opinion though. For one thing, I’m now flattered every time I’m asked to show an id when I watch R18 films, or get the why-the-hell-is-she-sitting-on-the-teacher’s-table look during the first day of class. I used to hate those circumstances, but now, I savor them. After all, I recently got into the Louvre for free because I am “under 18”.

I’m not really big on parties and dinners, but this year, I believe I have a reason to celebrate, unlike the previous years. After talking to a bunch of friends from one social circle to another, I realized that my life is actually in order. I enjoy what I do for a living, I have something to look forward to in September and my dad just promised to buy me a new laminator. Most importantly, my close friends just did an incredible job in making me feel special and appreciated. Hearing heartening “testimonials” from people that matter best caps my 22nd year and gives a very promising start to my 23rd. Even going to Manchester can’t beat that. What’s more is exciting though, is knowing full well that the best is yet to come. Cheers to everyone who remembered, and even to those who didn’t ;p

Birthday eve, waiting for midnight at Paseo Uno with Jean, Midge and Len (not in picture).