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Of course this is not the title of Adele's new album.

Birthdays are traumatic. *MINE* is dreadful.
I had the best birthday ever last year which lead to the most disastrous day of my life.
However, July 2nd 2012 was inevitable. It went smooth, with a midnight and morning surprise by Dieter and my family. But each detail on my birthday reminded me of last July. It was the most horrifying moment in my entire life and I couldn't just toss it away.

Step aside.. 
Back in the days, I've always said to my girlfriends that I'd be married by 25 and stop making babies by 30. Then I'll devoted the rest of my life solely to my family. 
Oh boy, how we always have to be careful of what we wish for, cos we just may get it. My friend highly took my then bullshits with pinch of salt, but one of them is coming on horizon. In fact, it's around the corner. 

As time move forwards, so do I. As much as I love Dieter, there's a tiny little doubt in my heart whether this is the right decision or not? Aren't we doing this too fast? But we've known each other for almost 10 years. Well, without ever living together, I never know what tomorrow will bring. 



Being 25, I feel like I have something to celebrate. My freedom. Cos I wouldn't have it next year. This year is my last year being a single gal. There are sooooo many things that I'd like to achieve, but sadly none of them comes true. Maybe I was destined to be a housewife instead of writer or make up artist? Maybe life starts on age 25? Maybe, just maybe... I'll go with the flow and enjoy the ride. 



Thank you for the outpouring wishes. I owe you guys a party! 
xxIntan

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