31
'31' is the number of the bus I used to take to school, is the last day of some months, maybe the amount of pimples on my face and the table number I sat at the other day.
31 will be my induction into the 'Hall of Thirties'. My years on Mother Earth. My age.
Birthdays used to be highly-anticipated affairs. Somewhere in my twenties, they stopped being magical. Candles ran out of space on my cakes. I ran out of time to act cute. Now, birthdays only make me wonder how many more are left. Not that I am affected by this 'special' day every year (I dun even believe in birthday wishes!), but I am more amazed by how 30 years are going to whizz past just like that. From my first cry then, this cutesy baby had became a chain-smoking chimney. From baby to boy, boy to man, now...man to 'uncle'.
I dun need any gifts from anyone. I just want to be happy regardless of age. A quiet moment with my close and loved ones will be more than sufficient. Unless you really insist, a Sony Playstation 3 will be sweet. :)
Goodbye 30!
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