To myself

Dear me,

Happy Birthday! Wow, 21 sure sounds like I’m getting older…which means I can’t play the innocent card so much anymore :P (I’m just kidding…)

I’ve been thinking about what a friend said to me many years ago recently. I was in grade 7 (in Hong Kong, grade 7 feels much more grown up because we had just entered high school). It was after school and I was taking the bus home with a friend. I don’t remember what we were talking about, except one sentence my friend said: “I like being friends with Heidi more. You (i.e. me) think too much.”

Last time I met this friend (2 years ago), I had a feeling that this sentence probably still held true.

I must say, on this day that I’m 21, I’m glad most of my friends like me because I think.

Keep on thinking until the day you die Tiff

With love,

to myself