Melodramatic 21

Its 10pm and just two hours left to be 21. Usually, this time is spent facebooking or watching tv because you know the phone will buzz soon. Somehow, this year, I feel giddy and nervous. Reason: I dont want to be 21. I am not ready to be 21. I am not supposed to be 21. 21 means..twenty one for God's sake. Legally legal. Responsible. Metamorphosis from a girl to a woman. More burdens on my already saddled shoulders. I love the eve of my birthday every year. This year, I am scared. I am scared for the calls and the 'Happy Birthday, Anika! You are growing old!' shrieks. Then again, its good to hear the voice of your loved ones that you hardly get to call throughout the year.

Right now, I feel fidgety and fretful. A dear friend from Australia called to wish me at her 12.00am and that felt extremely nice. AB's call was unexpected as I thought she would be my last caller, like last year. Pingu wants a reminder at 11.45am to wish me and I hope to hear Popeye's voice all night!

Other than that, everything is pretty much normal at home! I am dreading tomorrow also because tomorrow is my annual desk cleaning day. God bless all the rubbish that would sneak its way out of my drawers.