I heart my birthday
This *Damsel has turned twenty and six (in the meantime, do ignore the sidebar that says twenty and five -- it might be changed soon to twenty and two).
I heart the overpriced BCBG Max Azaria dress *Gallant got for me. It fetched this very vain *Damsel compliments from my boss, friends, colleagues and even from a bunch of young female executives I do not know at the bus stop.
I heart my family, who lavished so much time and attention on us while we were visiting home (oxymoron, isn't it?) for the long weekend.
I heart my friends who took time to have dinner with me and coffee after. The conversations were a blast and a stitch at the side! I also heart those who text messaged me while I was in KL and left messages on Friendster.
Well wishes and dinner invitations also comes from two former suitors, which I no longer heart but appreciate the gesture.
I heart me. You know that's difficult for me to say. I heart my twenty and six years of living, and welcome the challenges ahead to make me even prouder when I am twenty and seven.
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