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you love. you hate.
you work hard. you earn money. you live your lifestyle
then you die.
 

The 25-year-old baby

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

It's 12.20am, 21st of March 2007 and I am 25 years old today.

My first 'official' birthday wish was from The Fella. He called me up at 10 to 12 and straight away sang me a birthday song. So I told him 'wei! gila ape? lom kol 12 la' So we talked for a little then he sang me another birthday song. Suddenly, he said 'eh..aku nk nyanyi 25 kali la. sempena umo ko yg dh tua'. And so he did. I had to listen to his 'unique' singing voice for almost 5minutes. I lost count of how many times he sang the words 'happy birthday to you'. I was just laughing and praying so that the lightning won't strike me (it was heavily raining here in Cyberjaya).

Then I received lots of phone calls, SMSes and IM birthday wishes. My housemate Bob planned to throw me some eggs but I caught him in the act. All he said was 'its only 12am. dee, i got all day'. Damn. I enjoyed throwing eggs+flour to birthday boys/girls so much, that I forgot sooner or later it's going to be my birthday. Hehe.

I don't think I'd be celebrating my 25th. I've been really busy. Seminars and FYP (and DotA) Owh well. As they say 'age is only a number'. Right. *sigh*

Happy 25th Birthday Diana Ambak.
Cheers to life.

*I don't feel like I'm 25 years old.

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the dead.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

How awful is it to forget a very important date?

He would have been 34 years old.

*the worst sister ever.

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soon to be 25 and hating it.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

look ma, i'm depressed!


In less than two weeks, I'll be 25 years old. Imagine that. Phew! 25 years old. Why don't I feel like I'm 25 years old? 25 years old. Heh.

I don't look like I'm 25 years old. I don't feel like I'm 25 years old. I sure don't act like I'm 25 years old. So why is it in less than two weeks' time, I'll be 25 years old? *sigh*

I have been doing a lot of serious thinking this past few months. Adult thinking. At almost 25 years old, I haven't achieved much. Correction: I haven't achieved anything. Not a single thing. Nada. I'm still studying, and will still be continuing my studies even after my bachelor's degree. I have never worked in my entire life (except for the post-SPM gig I did). I am still begging for money from my ever-loving parents. Plus, I'm single (but not available). *double+sigh*

I have no clue of being a 25-year-old woman. I'm clueless. I'm horrible as an adult. I have made countless bad decisions. One after the other. I don't deserve this. I can't be 25 years old. I'm not ready. It's not my time to be 25 years old. I DON'T WANT TO BE 25 YEARS OLD.

Can I be 5 again? Innocence is so sweet. Adult life is ugly, with all its politics and selfishness. I DON"T WANT TO BE 25 YEARS OLD.

*sigh*

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