I just celebrated birthday no 27 on Thursday.
If anyone asks how it feels like to be 27, there's not much to say... I guess 27 just could put me in a position where it's more comfortable for me to say that I'm in my late twenties. And the scary fact that there's less than 3 years for me to hit the big 3-0.
Do I feel older?
As a matter of fact I don't. I'm still as nonsensical as ever (which I would like to believe is being young at heart!) and I can still pass of as a girl (according to a very nosy 19 year old temp we have working at our office) as opposed to a lady. Seriously, that kid is gonna get into serious trouble one day if he goes around calling everyone old. But then, I shouldn't be too happy... My legs hurt at the end of every working day and I'm beginning to find the need to sleep early to function like a normal human being the next day!
Well, it was not exactly a great birthday celebration... I was at work most of the day (and night!) and only came back at 10:30 p.m. I was too shy to tell anyone that it was my birthday to be able to run off early lest they tease me... and I pathetically cut my cake (upon being forced to) at 11:30 before I went to bed. The few good things that happened was I received my new laptop on that day which was akin to getting a cool birthday present (although it's from myself!), receiving sweet messages in the form of text messages, YM messages, emails and a good old snail mail posted card from family and friends. So in the end, I was quite happy.
Yeah, birthdays are happy occasions!