Monday, 9 November 2015

Birthday Blues

I realised the older I get, the lesser the significance of my birthday is for me. I no longer look forward to surprise parties or blowing candles or cutting cake or opening presents.

 I guess I just grew out of it. It seemed like any other normal day to me. And this year, I felt no different. I stayed up until past midnight, like the norm, even though I was dead tired from MUET exam and food excursion at Morganfield's with my love. No wishes(Bernard's pre-birthday surprise doesn't count, but I DO APPRECIATE WHAT HE'S DONE!!). Good Lord the wonders that happen when you change your Facebook birthday settings.

In the morning, I was awoken to the sound of my phone ringing. It was my mum. "Happy birthday pumpkin!" she said. A few minutes of conversation and it was over. 

Then came the text from Bernard Thian. A lengthy, heartwarming, and somewhat cheesy birthday message from him. "Cute," I thought.

I spent the day at Midvalley eating at the new miniature cafe…and then at that tasty ramen shop at the food court. Yum! Basically I added hundreds of unnecessary calories to my body that day. Oh well.

As night approaches, came a few more birthday texts from my aunts as well as my best friend, Erisa. My sister was kind enough to buy me a slice of chocolate banana cake from Secret Recipe's. It was my first birthday cake since…form three? God knows.

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And that's pretty much how it ended. Nothing fancy. Everything was a pretty average. But this year was slightly better than the rest. Perhaps because I finally reach the grand age of eighteen.

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