Sometimes I feel too old to be celebrating birthdays, blowing out the candles, making wishes, receiving presents… the big hoo-haa. To me, birthdays aren’t that special, I have it every year. I think it’s safer to say I myself don’t like celebrating birthdays, I actually quite enjoy celebrating friends’ birthdays, especially the presents and getting them drunk parts. For myself, I don’t see anything to celebrate about, other than old age.
This year was different. Well, like every year, I try to avoid the fact that it’s my birthday. I accept wishes gracefully but always with a bit of a wince. You see, everytime someone wishes me those “Happy Birthday!” things I get reminded of how old I’m turning. 23 is not a nice number. I don’t make a big fuss about my birthday. I know people who have birthday week, where you guessed it, they celebrate their birthdays ALL WEEK. I didn’t mind working on my birthday, hey someone’s gotta pay the bills. After work was back to home, no big boozy night out since tomorrow’s another day of work. So after dinner, I decided to clean my bathroom – it was finally time to throw out those old make up and unused sample lotions and creams.
Cleaning is therapeutic. It makes one feel good that they’ve thrown away the old, de-clutter and made way for the new. Even though its only creams and lotions, it works on a higher level in life too okay. After cleaning the bathroom, I’m sitting in front of my computer in my daggy pajamas, coke-bottle glasses and pimple cream on my face (pimple cream sample found while de-cluttering the bathroom)… when Brandy started going nuts which only means someone’s at the door. I took two steps out of my room and I see JingWen’s FACE coming towards me. More people walked upstairs and I saw a cake box at the corner of my eyes.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! SURPRISE!
This time I didn’t wince. Mainly cause I was still in shock. It was a really nice surprise and I really appreciated the effort guys! Especially Madcow Jingwen who organised everything.
The Strawberry cake was fantastic!
Thank god they only put 3 candles instead of the 23.
THANKS FOR EVERYTHING GUYS! YOU MADE MY BIRTHDAY SPECIAL!
(I wasn’t joking about the daggy pajamas)
23 is not a nice number, but with friends like these, I think I can get used to the ideas of birthdays and its accompanying numbers, which unfortunately increases yearly.
P.S. The pimple cream worked wonders. It was Origins’ Peace of Mind On the Spot Relief, in case you’re interested.