The No. 41

I am old. Not really old, but older than last year. What can I expect? As I press the letters on the keyboard, I know that I am getting older. Each blink of an eye, I get older and older. It's not that I'm afraid to get old. In fact, I am happy. Happy to be alive still. Happy to be typing now, and saying that I am old.

I woke up, feeling the excitement, surging inside me. I took a glance at the clock and saw that it was exactly 8:06 in the morning. This was the time when I was born, fourteen years ago.

Well, some birthday did I have. I celebrated it with my closest friends. After we ate lunch, we went to the mall and did some window-shopping. We also watched, The White House, starred by Gaby Concepcion. It was a great movie.

Anyway, this day has been GREAT. No wonder, the Lord has been good to me. Always.

Some would say that I've grown taller. Some would say I haven't changed, while some say I have. Aurora says that I should have a brand new life. Well, I guess I should. I am old, anyway.