Blow another candle

So, this year's birthday season went great. It was somehow less festive, though, due to some reasons. On my birthday, my friend's dad passed away and it was sad to the bone. I mean it; I'm not too close with this friend, but I wanted to cry when I visited his house. On Bune's birthday, Rozelle couldn't be there. And on Rozelle's, I kinda lost my nerve on the birthday girl herself. No bloodbath involved, thankfully, as everything went back OK later on that night.

Then there was Bangun's birthday. For the first time ever, I went to Bandung to give him a surprise visit on his big day. It's safe to say that it went well, and despite a few lies I have to tell here and there, I had fun spending three days in Bandung. It's a bit cheesy to say, but lately things have been going great and I'm kinda head over heels again (and of course there's the need to tell the world about this, huh).

The last birthday, however, was a great peak to end the season. On Runi's birthday, we held a small party at Bandar Jakarta. I, Runi and Bangun were the host. Everyone who's anyone in our list was there. Great friends, great seafood (if not the best), a karaoke session afterwards; it was certainly one of this year's high moments. The fact that Ingga and Ebonk drove Bandung-Jakarta-Bandung nonstop that night just to attend our party just made my night even more.

Seeing the pictures from the party last night, suddenly it hit me; we're old. We're old, old, old. I know if any of you people over the age of 25 read this, you'd be pissed at me. But I just realised last night, I'm not 19 anymore. Twenty two sounds so...full of responsibility. It doesn't scream fun. Now that the festive season is over, here comes the age crisis.

Here's to hoping that this 22nd year will rock my (and everyone's) socks. Happy birthday!