mon anniversaire neuf Fevrier

One of the only things I remember from my time doing French in Year 7 is how to say "My birthday is on the 9th of February." How long ago that was.

How appropriate then that today I become suddenly a year older overnight and that today also, Wednesday, 9th February 2005 is collectively Chinese New Year and Ash Wednesday. As an asian and the birthday boy I'm to party my socks off. Yet as a Catholic I'm supposed to fast and go to mass. I guess that kinda sums me up, that I'm an amalgamation of a lot of different influences in life.

Although I'm supposedly maturing and having more control through greater responsibility, I also fear getting older and taking another step away from youth. This is probably the first year I've truly felt that way, I mean, 18 was a novelty and 21 was the big one but now it's no more "fun and games" birthdays, at least until I'm 30 which is a horrifying thought. I know for my birthday I might sound a tad glum so on a brighter note, more than anything I love about birthdays (the presents, the parties and perhaps some booze), is the amount of love shown towards you. Everyone loves to feel loved. I'll divulge you with a Seinfeld quote I really love:

"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young and get a gold watch when you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement! You do drugs, alcohol, you party. You get ready for high school! You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, spend your last nine months floating... then you finish off as an orgasm."

Now I won't blab on about the meaning of life or anything of that BS so that's it for my little spiel. I'd also like to mention that it would be terribly negligent of me if I didn't post today otherwise it'd be like I was pretending I'm not getting older. It'd be nice though if I didn't have to age, become weaker, slower in mind, less useful. Turning 22, well, I'm on my way.

Although I guess I can't be all that bad yet. I mean, I still remember cake is gateaux.