21 candles.

21 candles.

ever seen dead at 21? the underated jack noseworthy played a guy who had been microchipped and was about to die at 21 unless he found a solution to his problems. this was an mtv series that was shown way back, a long time ago on metrovision [anybody in kl remember that?]. anyway, 21 must be some sort of magic number. ultra. the whole point of this 21 crap is that it's a special age, i suppose. which is why turning 21 doesn't feel much different from 20. it's all the same. i guess that we're all ready to assume more responsibilities, but i don't think it's a question of how responsible you are...more of how able you are to be responsible. wonderful. i'm waxing lyrical over responsibility. well, here we are...i've got 2 hours left before my birthday runs out, and for all it's worth, it's been a pretty good day. no flat out celebrations or party or whatever, just a small thing thrown by li vern's mom who had the good nature to do it all at the last minute. i even had cake. kudos to his mom, she's great.

yesterday was awesome. justin and i embarked on a walking trek from his house to my house, just because "rambo would do it". along the way, we braved uncovered drains and wild traffic, which is a metaphor for the treacherous conditions that rambo would face while on his treks through battle. if anything, it's taught me that exercise can be fun, and that nothing should be left to chance. perfect. li vern, justin and i also put in a solid 3 hours plus of silent hill 3...it'd been a while since any of us had done that much gaming. huzzah, as they say. we've just reached silent hill.

oh, well. happy birthday to me.