*wave goodbye* to eighteen years old flower.
fly me some kisses if you are far away.
but if only you are near enough, let me rest on your shoulder and whisper into my ear 'happy birthday, jiamin, 19 will be a good year for you...'
i am glad that i did not die as an eighteen years old flower. i survived through another year! my parents are nearer of getting fed by me, which i promise i will ensure a more than decent retirement life for them(:
but for now... at 19, i shall announce that...
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我是一朵美丽(没力)的玫瑰花~
shall lead my 19の玫瑰花life... (: like how all the alotalotalot more than appreciated birthday wishes i have received. every single word really warms my heart<3
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i read back to recall a little of my previous birthdays, which actually i dont even need to do so. the heart is always here to tell me all.
birthday is always happy. the date alone cheers me up alot. i have no idea why, but to me, 22may looks good, sounds good, feels good, and im sure if it is something edible, it will smell and taste good! simply, 22may spells happy(:
family will always blow candles with me, despite after a total of 100+ being blown, but just because i am the youngest, i am being doted in this way. i love them and their surprises(: though always end me up in tears no matter how pekchek/pissed/duper upset i was feeling previously.
i feel that this year may be a little different. there may not be a cake but i am sure the warmth will still be there, like always(:
also, during my 16, 17, 18... i have grown up with someone. experienced alot, learnt alot, laughed alot alot alot. someone who is perfect for me in whichever way, just like how my head tilts a little and will then rest perfectly well on his shoulder.
thank you(:
your words still meant alot, like always.
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today is really just another day(:
----<@ 玫瑰花