30 Plus One Candles On My Birthday Cake

Happy Birthday to me :)

Ok, don’t’ panic! 31 is just a number, it’s just a number. Just don’t tell anyone. I’ll keep my mouth shut! That’s it! …

But the thing is how could I? They’re preparing a birthday cake for me! I was hoping that there will be no 31 candles on the top. We should've set up the new rule of the birthday cake to not having a candle at all!  Can we have a butterfly instead?

I thought I would freak out when I turn 30 but I didn’t. 30 was great for me!

Its good excuse to tell mom that I’ve already grown up when I did something mom doesn’t like.

But 31 is seems much harder on me than 30 was. I don’t know why but it feels like that. May be its hormones—or may be it was a cup of coffee!

It was like I woke up at my 38 years old in the morning and found that there were no husband, no kids, no job … And then I suddenly picturing an old woman with her cat sitting alone in the tiny room and try to coping with the loneliness. *lol*  

Anyway It’s good to know that I’m not 20-something anymore but I’m 30-something… and 30-something is much better than 20-something because …

Er… I don’t know…

May be here is…

I've got a gift from my best friend as I’ve already celebrated my birthday at Kupu-kupu barong resto. (Kupu Kupu means butterfly). It was fun. 

I arrived the apartment after dinner, my roommate hands me a pretty necklace. Since she knows I celebrated my birthday in advance.

I’m grateful in every minute to have them in my life. I can’t imagine living my lonely life all alone. It should be so hard… And it’s good to turn 31 because next year you will stop freak out and said that I’m turning 32… So what?! Bring it on…