The short version: Took a photo.
The long version:
I slept early the night before my birthday, when i woke up i got 5 missed calls from unknown number and about 10 birthday greetings. Like any other passed birthdays, i tend to forget that this one is a special day. I was slightly grumbling about having to work but since i had no plans I'd rather stay in the office and hear my office mates clapping their hands while shouting "pizza! pizza!" (It is very common. Believe me).

BB Photo Dump

I found these on my office table. I was expecting something like this. But thank you, whoever you are.

So I spent the day chatting with random people on Facebook, replying to birthday tweets, thinking about my age, thinking about the rest of my life, thinking about ice cream, thinking about cake, googling about senior citizen life insurance, and thinking where to get wasted.

Forgive me if i will not blog about what happened after shift. It's a story of shame.
Here are some pictures thanks to Eve.
































Happy birthday to me. I hope you guys have a good day or night. Tell the universe Kim demanded it so.

This made my day! Six out of twenty-three from my wishlist.

So i am turning 23 tomorrow and I am feeling… the age.
Someone asked me "How old are you?" I answered and then she chided "When i was 23, i already had my first child."

I am old enough to have a baby this year.

("Uh-oh," my friend goes.)

I must admit: It’s a little frightening. For reasons I no longer remember that are too stupid and embarrassing to share. These are the unimportant things that send me into little fits of internal panic. How very unnecessary.

Now as much as I would like to expound on this fear and talk about my feelings! my emotions! mah h0pez & mah dreamz!, I’d rather take the ditzy route and list down a bunch of crap I feel I would need “to give meaning to my 23 years of existence”

The list (23 for 23):
1. Leica
2. Nikkor AF-S 500mm f/4G
3. A dog
4. Two or three (or more!) new pairs of shoes
5. Gummy bears
6. Mac Book
7. Car
8. Flowers
9. Chocolates and Cake!
10. Comforter
11. Kero Keropi
12. Long straight wig
13. Photo Studio
14. Plane ticket to Hongkong
15. Kitchen Showcase
16. Second Job
17. All songs of Maroon 5 in my ipad
18. BB cream
19. Fake lashes
20. BIG closet
21. Contact lenses in all shades
22. Collar necklace
23. My Johnloyd

Next year, I propose that I drink every day for the entire month of November.

Old woman

I used to look forward to turning a year older.…All right all right, I will tell you why: once upon a time, there was this guy. He was 10 years older — not to bore you with old drama — he made me feel inadequate for being young(er). That whole thing with guy didn’t work out (obviously and thank gawd). People (myself, included) tend to glorify or romanticize birthdays, the way they do New Year’s: a time for changing! A time to re-assess who you are and what you want to be! A time to set new goals and check what you have achieved in the past year, five years, decade. I’m simply not in the mood. Today, tonight, and like many of the past Birthdays — I would rather drink.

I barely got any sleep last night and I woke up feeling less than stellar at 730am. People who know me know that I usually don’t wake up before 9 in the morning. I carried on as usual: wake up, stare at my ceiling light, shower, coffee, internet. I felt that familiar icky feeling when you lack sleep. I just hoped that the days leading up to my 23th birthday wouldn’t be spent like so.These past few weeks i woke up at 5am, a friend of mine told me it's a sign of aging. (seriously??)