It’s my last year being a teenager.
Do I feel any different?
Do I still forget my age when people ask?
Yup. In fact, many just ask if I’m fifteen.
There’s still a large part of me that hasn’t accepted that I attended high school, let alone graduated and made it to university.
I mean, when I was fourteen/fifteen, I’d say “ten” when people asked me how old I was. And now that I’m nineteen, I feel as though I’m seventeen/eighteen. Maybe feeling younger than I actually am is a good thing?
Momma Bear treated me to lunch at a Japanese restaurant that we love eating at.
We then spent the afternoon at the mall being silly, looking at stuff in the store Typo, running away from the rain, and listening to Selena Gomez’s Back to You.
After a big, fat nap, the day ended with dinner out at Malaysian restaurant Satay. They have the best soya bean and roti canai (prata). I always get those things, along with their nasi lemak. I was practically in Heaven.
You see, I love spending my birthdays with my momma and then celebrating with my squad later on.
The majority of my high school girlfriends were invited to my house for a birthday potluck. There was pasta, chicken, pizza, chocolate chip cookies, upside down strawberry cake, bruschetta, sushi, orange juice, and God knows what else.
Pretty sure we were all about to explode.
It’s always great to be around my high school squad. I never thought I’d miss hanging out with those crazy Asians so much 🙂
I’d like to thank everyone who wished me “Happy Birthday” and gave me endless love on the day I was born.
23rd May 1999 at 1:17pm