I'm on my way back 'home', to Paris from Chamonix.
Now is around 10 am. Mum just called me to wish me happy birthday. She told me that it was time for you to be born, was in the hospital in pain. When I hanged up the phone, and look at the watch clock, i realised it was around the time i was born but in paris time. :)
For a sudden, I felt so touched that I would want to tear.. My mum could actually remember what I have joked about few years back that how amazing to know you were in pain exactly at this hour, this date but different year..
And viola, i was born. The moment of stepping into twenties isn't a pleasure one. Well, Not sure if it was because it isn't very happening on my birthday or is it because i don't really feel like stepping into twenties. Just feel like i have not been really crazy enough in my teenage years. No real bgr, no club till morning. Oh my, what the hell have you been doing in your teenage life yeah, alverina?
I always have a mind set, it's going to be a real adult pressuring lifestyle knowing stepping into your twenties. I am not sure if I will make a good job in my life. But I know I would be able to succeed if I know I am sure of what i want. :)
It's pretty a different experience when on your birthday, you are in suburb in France, Chamonix, in France. And next, in Paris and then a few more hours to London. Lol. If i have to choose again, i probably want to choose somewhere which is crowded where there are friends who gather around to celebrate my birthday, can I throw a birthday part next year? I really hope so, but thinking who to invite, i feel like nobody will be attending to my party if I'm going to plan one... Very sad, thinking of which I can imagine friends asking myself who are going, giving excuse saying I don't want to go because I am not familiar with the people around. .. -_-"
Oh happy birthday, Alverina.
Stepping into lonelisome twenties
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