As far as I remember, my birthdays have always been well and surprisingly put together by beloved friends and lovers. One year, it was the whole Choir singing a fun rendition of Happy Bday; the other year was more than 30 Etownians gathering at TJ Rockwell; and of course, there was that year when Sex and the City themed-party was over thrown at HJ studio. All were beautiful memories that I carry and treasure each and everyday.
This year, with so many parties and events to attend, I decided to do something extremely simple, for example, a small dinner among close friends. After all, as people reach 25, shouldn't birthday be the occasion that one should avoid? My 10/10 therefore came without any plan or preparation, just a bunch of us having fun, dining outdoor at the cozy Goethe garden. Everything was nice, calm and easy, exactly what I had imagined, UNTIL we stepped in the world of SOWK.
As soon as we walked into that rusty door, they (my 12 super friends) suddenly became ridiculous monsters with crazy moves, horrible sounds, and weird gestures. Together, they made me burst out laughing nonstop for hours and hours. And just like that, as the night fell on the town and upon us, I lived my 17 again, singing, screaming and sport-dancing like no one was watching.
This crazy gang finally made me realize that sometimes, birthday is not all about being older, or having more candles on the cake. It's actually about growing to see this life from a much more optimistic point of view and hence, appreciate everything that you have been gifted. Birthday is indeed the one occasion to remind me about whom I truly wish to share, to hold, and to be with during these special moments, of not just this year, but many other years to come...
Somehow, on my 26th birthday, it was not the phrase "Happy Birthday" that was constantly repeated, it was instead the teenagers' "Sarangheo, Sarangheo, Sarangheo"(*)

(*) Korean for "I love you"