NOT FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED: Tales of Crazy Possession and Lethal Obsession

A very special number for a very special day. If only I could tell you why.

Indeed, today is a very special day, marked by the first time I write a very simple entry. This was published in my LiveJournal blog a few minutes ago, so I just thought, well, why not put it here, so my fellow litnetters could see it too? And maybe somebody out there might be in the mood to greet me.


Oh, and in case you get to the end of this without getting irritated or bored--which is very surprising indeed, if you ask me--I will tell you yes, it was true. I almost drowned--in stupidity, that is--stupidity of my very own--when I put a MiniSD card into an SD card and watched it go down, down, into a stupid card reader, too dark, too deep; where everything special I had stored inside it had suddenly stored itself in its own doom.

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"I'd never realized I was young until the day I became older"

Today's the day. The day I've been looking forward to the least. The moment of truth. The period of torture. (Oh, come on, don't be such a pessimist. My life's fine.)

When I was younger, I used to look forward to birthdays with anticipation, thinking that each one marked the opening of new opportunities, privileges and possibilities in life. Now, they only seem to have one sole purpose: to make me older (and possibly allow me to watch more shows and have more freedom). If only I could stay -- forever.

But no. That's impossible. How come? Well, for goodness sake, how on earth could someone be -- forever if she isn't -- anymore? That explains it, and everything else! Period. Or, to make it more realistic, exclamation point. And another two more exclamation points. End.

If last year, 2007, was one of the longest years in my life to me, possibly even the longest (just telling you why would cost me hours of precious birthday time--in fact I was doing a writeup on this yesterday, which I could've posted on this very blog if it didn't lost when my mother pulled the cord of my laptop without thinking at all), then this year, 2008, would be my Peter Pan year. Growing up is passe as well as a thing of the remote future, whereas getting old is totally out of the question. For now, I am a teenager, and I'd like to enjoy this year as one, just as I would want to enjoy being one.

Oh, and by the way, for those who have been worried about the condition of my beloved memory card, which, as you know, got stuck in the card reader slot of my brand new laptop some three days ago, well, it has already been rescued yesterday, thanks to my dad and his two nifty little screwdrivers. Since then it is has been resting safely in my phone, never to be taken out again nor inserted into any card reader, not even the working ones, no way. No more card readers for me, never!

Happy --th birthday.

(I suppose you get it. Well, don't you?)