Rejecting the fountain of youth for just one day and chasing it right after.

Yesterday was Reniel's birthday so we went out and had breakfast in Mall Of Asia. So while we were enjoying our low-fat cheesecakes in Cheesecake Cafe, a thought suddenly crossed my mind.

Why do people like celebrating birthdays, often throwing extravagant parties, and ending up complaining about getting older? It just doesn't follow.

I, on the other hand, do not regret throwing party upon party when I'm one year older. And I am not ashamed to say I'm already 12. Okay, fine. 19. Yes, I'm 19.