19

I can't believe that I've been able to live this long to see myself reach the age of 19. Although I know that I'm still young and should have a long way to go ahead of me, somehow after watching the Japanese drama '1 Litre of Tears', only did I really realize how little I've actually been doing for the past 19 years of my life. Compared to the girl Kitou Aya who at 19 was bravely fighting her disease, I feel so small.

Although it wasn't much of a celebration this time around due to my chickenpox, I had a small celebration at home just with my family, and no birthday celebration ever felt better. Thanks Mum for the Choc Cheese Cake that you specially bought me from Secret Recipe, thanks Dad for the take-away dinner of Nasi Briyani you knew I liked so much all the way from Shah Alam, and well, thanks little bro for not running away from me at least for one night.

Thanks to all my friends who sent me birthday wishes. Especially Sanjeve's call, in which was a total surprise to me, hope you had a wonderful birthday too. Thanks to Fern and Vivz, who actually took time to call me, knowing I would be no where but home.

Thanks also to all those who sent me birthday sms-es. Do you want me to list out your names here? Haha I'll do it anyway. Thank you Jia Ling, whose wonderfully timed sms reached me at 1 second past midnight. I salute you for being able to do that. Thank you Willy, Hui Ling, Charlotte, Sarah, Kui Tien, Kuey Ch'ng, Alina, Charmaine, Han King, Athirah, Ai Cheng, Ker Zhing, Bilqis, Putra for the birthday wishes. And also thank you Cheng Wei, Maine, and Foo for the not yet but almost belated birthday wishes. And thank you Sue-Anne for the long distance sms that came all the way from Australia.

(Yes, I mean no I'm not trying to shoot down all those who forgot my birthday. It's no big deal anyway, so no worries, I would most probably forget your birthdays too =D And yes , you must think I'm insane to remember everyone who wished me. But I was bored at home see, so...)

Being 19 is like being on a bridge, the end behind you would be your past, all your childhood years, teen years, which are finally coming to an end. And the ending of the bridge in front of you, are many more paths leading to life's future and whatever it may hold for you. As much as I loved the past 19 years of my life, I still don't really feel like crossing the bridge. But I know as I keep moving on, God will provide for me as he always has. And as Kitou Aya wrote in her diary, ずっと生きて (continue living). And that's exactly what I plan to do.

Well here goes to the last year of my teens. Cheers.
It's time to grow up, Wan Yong.