I turned Eighteen this morning. I wouldn't say I know how it feels because I was asleep. Well, I would say, only a handful remembered my birthday. (I think I can merely do a fleming's left hand rule with the number of people who wished me). The same old thing. Just makes me wonder how some people can recieve like thousands of happy birthdays smses on their birthdays. Well, maybe because I'm a voluntary introvert. Antisocial people cannot expect much. Feels like just another day. And the only thing up in my mind is the upcoming weekends.
Again, another birthday without presents. (wait I used to have like mega lots of presents when I was little!). My aunt and my parents are asking me what I want, I can't give them an answer because there's nothing I want. Because almost all my wants right now are non-material. I am just too blessed. The fact then when my mind chance upon something material and affordable (subjective) that I want, the whole house rushes to get it for me. It's just instinctive because it's just so rare when I actually want to possess a material object.
To wish myself a happy birthday. I composed my own variation on the happy birthday theme. (It's in Fmajor so far, wait, Happy birthday is in F major right?). I intend to compose a 14-variation composition.
As of now, I am enjoying Rachmanioff's 2nd Piano concerto on youtube! the same one that got me sophorifically mesmerized yesterday afternoon. I was feeling rather fatigued and instinctively I lay the mattress on the floor and burrowed beneath the fluffy blankets and pillows. I told myself, after this 10 minute concerto ends, I'm going to wake up. Then I never did.
Until the next morning when I had to head to school. Wasted like so many freaking hours!. But I guess it's understandable, I'm tired. And 14 hours of sleep actually just barely settled the bill.
And one more thing, somewhat, I'm just not too happy it's my birthday. because I actually promised myself I was going to stop slacking after my birthday. Shrugs.
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