its officially my seventeenth birthday since arnd half an hour ago...

and nobody has wished me anything yet, except for one. well, two, actually, but papa doesnt count, coz its his birthday too.

i COULD go around telling pple and expecting that they'll wish me happybirthday, and most prob they will, its almost like manners... but what's the point, really?

its times like these that i really wna hug my mum and thank her for things tt she has done, but unfortunately for me she's currently somewhere on the other side of asia, having a good time with her girlfriends,

i guess its part and parcel of growing up, where after a certain number of years birthdays are just like normal days, or worse... when the novelty of receiving presents and surprises fades away and, well, u'ld start thinking 'its no big deal.'

it isnt, really, but tt doesnt explain the tears coming out of my eyes.

shucks, i think im ageing prematurely! arent these things tt pple in their middle ages say? -_- and the things i blog, they might be what i was thinking at that point of time, but reading through what ive posted over the past few years, its no wonder pple sort of dislike my blog.

im so negative and pessimistic.... nobody really likes looking at this kinda stuff, they probably know it already frm personal experiences somewhere in the depths of their minds, what they need is a sort of source of hope and inspiration to strive and perservere, and assure themselves that what they're doing is correct.

is it human nature, self-delusion?
(think about this before you answer, else it would end up as a good example, wouldnt it. heh.)