Two/three years ago (I swear I couldn’t remember exactly), someone used to greet me a happy birthday at exactly midnight. It has sort of been a tradition, or I don’t know if I could still call it as such since it doesn’t happen or followed anymore. I sort of cringed while typing this because I feel quite comfortable admitting this to the world. I sort of miss that though. Sort of.
I woke up that morning with my dad and my mom entering my room, singing Happy Birthday to me, and tickling me like I was three. I used to hate it when people are that jolly in the morning (I am, and will never be, a morning person) but it was a good feeling. It made me giggle. What a nice way to start my day.
I was thinking if I should go to work that morning or if I’ll take the day off since it’s my birthday anyway. But since I am a responsible adult, I have decided to go to work anyway. Face real life like how it should be.
A lot of people greeted me through texts which were nice because they have spent some time to send a message just to greet me. I also got some greetings over Twitter too.
I got an e-mail from Jan and she sent me a cat family cake (ha!) which was the cutest thing ever. It was so sweet and meant a lot (more than you could ever think of, especially that she didn’t send that alone).
I also got a message from my Aussie bb Steff, who made a birthday banner for me. It was totally sweet and I kind of teared up, because it was amazing that she even thought of making that even if we are thousand miles apart. She also sent me a photo of Alex Turner with some of our inside jokes plastered all over him. It was so awesome.
Tons of people have posted on my Facebook wall too but I am not really into Facebook birthday greetings. I do it, yes I admit, but it isn’t as sweet as a simple text message or a more personal message.
When I went home, my family and some relatives visited us to have dinner and I had a blast. Of course I would love to spend this very special day with my family. It meant a lot to me, especially when a huge news shocked me that morning. Our neighbor, one of my very first friends when we transferred to this village, died at the young age of 23 (I will get on that on another post).
I also got a call from my nanny. It was definitely a good surprise and it made my heart melt. When I was a bit younger, both of my parents are working so I grew up with my nanny. She raised me and she treated me like her own child. Whenever I talk to her, I couldn’t help but not to act like a kid. It’s quite embarrassing, but she always treated me as her little baby, acting like one seemed to be natural. She’s out of the country right now and it was good to know that she’s doing fine.
At the end of that day, I said a prayer and I was sobbing like a little kid. It is probably one of my most unforgettable birthdays I had. I couldn’t be any more grateful to God on how blessed I am. I have a great family, a great set of friends, a great life. It is not perfect but it is great.
I used to make lists in every birthday post I publish here on my blog, but this year, I won’t do the same. I am currently in that stage of my life that I would have just rather go with the flow than be this uptight, list-making girl that I am. I need to loosen up a bit, I guess.
: Papa Hobo – Ezra Koenig
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