my lonely birthday...

Today is my 28th birthday, seems nobody knows my existence. Only a few person greet me, some from the agengies... What a pity.......

Actually I am not so keen in my birthday. It is just another simple day. But my age grows older which i dislike to admit all the time. My appearance grows older and I dislike people treat me as mature person. I still have the heart of a child. I am still craving to nag my parents to make me my favourite dish. I still wonder if my dream will become reality one day.

Yesterday I went to KL to submit my visa application form. I am crossing my finger. It would be a new twist in my life if everthing going smooth. I don't want to think so much, everything will be clear within ths week.

After that, I went to Kinokuniya to look for some good book for my own present. I bougth a book -Dream written by Carl Gustav Jung. He is my idol since I learned him during my psychology minor course in University. His theories and thesis really capture my desire to venture into the secret of individual psychology world. Dream is always the most sacred extent that need us to explore. I dream. but mostly I forget the context the next day. I try to recall but usually fail. It make me so pissed off. I can sense my dream in subtle way, but just can't connect with it... Hoping that this book will be the key to the 'secret garden'

Today is also considered as a memorable and unforgetable day for all the Hong Kong entertainment lovers. Our beloved Lydia Sum died this morning due to cancer. She is not an idol for me but her smile, thick glass and prosperous outlook did put a mark in my heart since childhood. She has become part of my memory especially on my remarkable day.

Just wonder why my birthday does not bring any good news. Lydia Sum and Deng Xiao Ping also died on my birthday...

Seems my birthday has become another paraskavedekatriaphobia...