I was browsing through my tags and found my birthday entry last year, so I was encouraged to write again for the same occasion. While I stayed true to my promise of “no more birthday parties from now on”, this year was still so surprisingly special.
I removed my birth date from Facebook a long time ago, maybe because I am anti-social that way, or admittedly also because I wanted to feel more special. I didn’t care about getting my wall flooded like in 2009. I hoped to receive a few thoughtful greetings from people who really remembered, and from those who would always and forever associate that April day with my name.
It was an act of vanity, and it worked. I got exactly what I wanted. Thank you! 🙂
The day started out quite normally. I went to school for my summer community service, wherein only one person would understand why I felt the need to blow dry my hair and put on lipstick that day. But of course, he also felt the need to make a scene in the middle of a clueless classroom. That was nice. 😛
Count on the boyfriend to make you feel like the most byutipul girl on your birthday. ♥
That night, we had dinner at Chef’s Quarter, a nice restaurant we tried for the first time and all liked (for the first time!)
Incomplete family picture. Too bad my brother missed it!
Thanks you two for convincing me to have a sleepover after!
The next day, we had our first ever summer barbeque and sleepover at Mika’s newly-renovated house. I have a feeling that if I insist hard enough, this can be an annual tradition for me and my high school best friends. *winkie winkie*
I must also say that this has been one of our funniest sleepovers in a while – maybe because we were all happily drunk and the small pool forced us to scream our secret “I’ve never’s”.
The hostess is not in the picture (or in any of the pictures!)
They say that as you grow old, your friends become less yet dear. I think I’ve happily known that for a while. I mean, there are now just a few dates with automatically-associated names in my head – most of them pictured above. But that’s okay. I guess I’m just old. 🙂