Seventeen at last. What a revelation.
(Insert sarcasm here) I hate birthdays. They make me feel very lonely. I dunno. It's just me. Today I will be waiting for something. I don't think it will actually happen but I can't evade the fact that I'm hoping for this miracle.
Is that too much to ask for? A miracle for my birthday? I bet to most of you I'm speaking like Swahili or something. I will wait. Quietly, patiently, until the clock strikes 12 and the 15th of December rolls around.
Vanessa Lim 5:05 p. m.