At SZ Home. My mum has been asking me what I want to eat for birthday since last week when I call her on the phone. She is so cute she said will celebrate with me when I back in Butterworth in May. And my brother calls me, I ask for birthday present, he told me he thought my birthday is on 27th, now he greets me on the right day, that should be the best present.

It is supposed to be just like another Saturday, waking up at around 10am, do some clean up, wash my piling up clothes, a cup of coffee for the breakfast, cook a simple lunch for myself, watch a movie or something, wait for MAN to come home and have dinner together. But plan changed, MAN decided to take a day off to spend the whole day together. We headed to town for dim sum, spent few hours in Starbucks, playing games on the phone, we enjoyed observing people around us, and eavesdropped on the conversation of people sitting around us, it was fun. No fancy celebration but I’m happy. And I’m more than happy when receiving all the birthday greetings in sms and on my facebook wall. Thank you guys.

Celebrated for over 20+ times of birthday, it seems nothing special to me anymore. People choose to pamper oneself on this special day, I choose to pamper myself whenever I can. I am recollecting all my previous birthday, none of it seems to be extra memorable.

When I was still a little kid, I was so excited knowing that my parents is holding a small party for myself on that night. Around 7pm, I was getting more and more eager to start the party while my parents were busy running their coffee shop business and I kept asking where is my birthday cake, my dad got annoyed and scolded me. My devil cousin even daunted me that if anyone ever got scolded on birthday will have bad luck on all the birthdays. I remembered it in my heart until today. No bad luck though.

I held a birthday party my own when I was 14, I invited many classmates and my mum invited relatives, even my sisters invited their friends, my house was crowded. I remember my birthday cake that night was an orange cake. After the party’s over, I told myself this kind of birthday party is tiring. I had to walk here and there, busy greeting everyone but hardly talk to anyone and I forgot to eat anything.

I couldn’t recall any birthday spent with my ex-boy friends, apparently none of it was memorable except the 21st.

I didn’t make it a big fuss for the 21st, but my ex-boy friend’s parents threw a party for me, a lot of people turned up, but only a few of my closest friends were there, my family was there and a lot of those who weren’t really close to me. Again, it’s another tiring one. I seriously don’t like birthday party.

My friends celebrated my 21st with me in a cafe. Where there was a live performance of unplugged guitar, that was the way I like, listen to beautiful voice, chit chatting with friends, some drinks and a few slices of cake for sharing.

Since I started to work, I always save the birthday night and have dinner with my family. I love it simple. Birthday is to appreciate and be thankful to mum. With family and my loved one on my birthday, I am contented.

Happy birthday to me.

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