Celebrating the day you were born.

Birthday's are important to most people.
Remembering birth dates of loved ones; having parties; making lovely cakes (of course); receiving gifts and all of that.Birthdays are important to me too. It used to be a great excuse to throw a party and be the center of attention... but as the years begin to catch up; I've been wishing for everyone to conveniently forget. *grin*
haha It's so silly of me I know..dad was telling me how ridiculous I was acting when he wished me happy birthday. I told him not to mention it; and that I was in mid life crisis. Haha I know. I'm ridiculous. 23 years of ain't so bad right guys?

It wasn't so much how scared I was of growing older; but more so the significance of letting the 22nd year of my life go.
It's been an amazing ...amazing year. Possibly the best I've ever experienced. Life changing; inspiring and full of memorable experiences; it was one I wished would last a lifetime. From Australia; then to America..and back; graduating from university; leaving my beloved Sydney, venturing off to pastry school; moving into a new culture; returning home to Malaysia and starting up a business. I can't believe all that happened in a 365 days!
I didn't celebrate my birthday the way I usually would have this year. Sis took me out with her friends and we had good fun singing Karaoke the night before. Receiving emails; phone calls; sms's, facebook messages; flowers(from jo) and birthday cards in the mail were probably the highlights of the day. I must make time to cross check that I've written all my thank-you's properly.
How did I spend my day?
I made cake.*laughs*
It was a cake meant to be due on Wednesday next week; but there was a bit of miscommunication drama and our schedules were messed up. The cake was actually due in less than a DAY!
I wrapped up our dinner; I whipped out my decorating tools..and there I sat.
For hours... till the sun rose; ...making a cake.

I celebrated my birthday by getting paid to do what I loved doing the most. That's not too bad at all! hehe. It gave me a chance to reflect on my teenage years and the silly lessons i've learnt from running head first into everything!
I must say though; I'm proud of where I've brought myself at this stage of my life. I do miss my friends from the past..and friends from abroad.. but you know what; as I look up at the bench across from me; there sits mom. At 4am... kneading pieces of grey fondant and rolling them out paper thin for me. She smiles back at me with her glasses dipped down to her nose bridge. I laugh. I'm loving it.