The following is the only entry in a blog I started in early 2010. It speaks of how I feel about birthdays and is followed by a couple of birthday pictures.
How do YOU feel about your birthday?
February 2010
I can still remember my 6th birthday. The excitement of inviting a friend over, the decorations, the cake and most importantly, at the time, dressing up. A camera was my witness and as memories I have a couple of pictures in which I stand proudly next to my best friend as my little brother holds her hand and my older cousin and sister stand behind us. Then I turned 7 and I remember being bummed, wearing the same pink and white dress as I had the previous year, having lost my baby fat and my best friend... To this day, I wonder where she moved off to, what schools she went to, what kind of a person she may have become. Let's forget 1993 and flash forward to 2005. It had been a couple of months since I had met my soulmate...well, my girl version of a soulmate or BFF, some would call it. (Back in September of 2004 we had shared an interest in John Mayer and English class on the first day of our second semester at Vanier College.) Maissa and I had decided to join forces in festivities, with our birthdays being only 4 days apart and all. That year, my birthday was on Monday, hers was on Friday and we met each other halfway with a mid-week party. Our theatre teacher, having heard about it, was furious, claiming that our party would render his Thursday morning, 8 a.m. course, studentless. That night included a 4 1/2, filled with about 30 college students, beer, a long and hilarious game of ''I Never'' and was nothing short of memorable. Another flash forward and after 5 1/2 years of friendship, my soulmate and I celebrated our 24th and 26th years of life. We celebrated separately this year, the both of us getting the opportunity to explore our love for jazz music and food, at two different Montreal restaurants we had been wanting to visit for a long time. After two crazy weekends and amid the birthday crowns, blindfolds, cakes, canolies and good times spent with family and friends, I can say that I love my birthday. Some are quieter than others, some are disappointing at times, but each of them is unique and tainted with additional life experience. It marks the thresholds of our lives and among the days that blend into one another, hopefully we get the chance to have that one pop-out and years later, we'll look back and remember where we were and who was with us on that day.
I can still remember my 6th birthday. The excitement of inviting a friend over, the decorations, the cake and most importantly, at the time, dressing up. A camera was my witness and as memories I have a couple of pictures in which I stand proudly next to my best friend as my little brother holds her hand and my older cousin and sister stand behind us. Then I turned 7 and I remember being bummed, wearing the same pink and white dress as I had the previous year, having lost my baby fat and my best friend... To this day, I wonder where she moved off to, what schools she went to, what kind of a person she may have become. Let's forget 1993 and flash forward to 2005. It had been a couple of months since I had met my soulmate...well, my girl version of a soulmate or BFF, some would call it. (Back in September of 2004 we had shared an interest in John Mayer and English class on the first day of our second semester at Vanier College.) Maissa and I had decided to join forces in festivities, with our birthdays being only 4 days apart and all. That year, my birthday was on Monday, hers was on Friday and we met each other halfway with a mid-week party. Our theatre teacher, having heard about it, was furious, claiming that our party would render his Thursday morning, 8 a.m. course, studentless. That night included a 4 1/2, filled with about 30 college students, beer, a long and hilarious game of ''I Never'' and was nothing short of memorable. Another flash forward and after 5 1/2 years of friendship, my soulmate and I celebrated our 24th and 26th years of life. We celebrated separately this year, the both of us getting the opportunity to explore our love for jazz music and food, at two different Montreal restaurants we had been wanting to visit for a long time. After two crazy weekends and amid the birthday crowns, blindfolds, cakes, canolies and good times spent with family and friends, I can say that I love my birthday. Some are quieter than others, some are disappointing at times, but each of them is unique and tainted with additional life experience. It marks the thresholds of our lives and among the days that blend into one another, hopefully we get the chance to have that one pop-out and years later, we'll look back and remember where we were and who was with us on that day.
My friend Maisse and I's beloved birthday crown!
The big 2 5...
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A birthday snow angel!
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