Before the clock hit 12
So.
I'm 19 now.
Okay.
Happy birthday, self.
Gotta be honest, though, I'm not really sure if I have become maturer than a year ago. I feel like I'm still the same old me: laugh a lot, cry a lot, think hard a lot, wavering so easily between yes or no a lot, and feeling inferior a lot.
My 19th birthday is caught between hectic days. There's a lot of assignments need to be done in less than a month, especially when the fourth term is about to end. And I cried hard yesterday because I was close to failing at the subject I hardly can enjoy since the beginning of this term. I couldn't stop thinking about it for half of the day even after I vented out my frustration, asked for bear hugs from my lovely friends, had a quite pricey oyakodon for lunch, and slept thrughout the afternoon. I thought my birthday this year would be the worst birthday ever. Luckily enough, I have crazy friends who helped me get rid off of the stress... by luring me into joining them dining out at Waroeng Soerabi (pizza surabi is the best surabi ever ❤), going to karaoke at PVJ, and having a sleepover at Ema's place.
Everything was decided in an impulse and it kind of surprised me. I ended up spending a lot of this month's allowance. I hope my mom will forgive me for this haha.
Sigh.
I wish.... no.
I will become stronger, physically, mentally.
I will become wiser in managing my time and deciding things I better do.
I will be more helpful for my family, my school, my friends, and myself.
I will be more confident.
I will be everything I want myself to be.
And thanks to everyone who had wished me a happy birthday, be that through text, twitter, or silly comments on facebook. They made my day ❤
With that said, now let me continue my Saturday night date with my assignments. Have a great weekend everyone!