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birthday thoughts (:

i love birthdays not just because of the presents but because they make you feel loved.

to be honest, i was a little disappointed on my bday. i spent a large chunk of my bday at work--without lunch cos i was muggin for ftt, bought my own bday present with my own money(comics!) then spent the next 2hrs waiting for daddy to come home for dinner. after that, when we finally managed to leave the house we spent the next hour in the car running various errands of which included me getting my own birthday cake. ha, and when we eventually reached imm we were STARVING, so we charged to the first jap restaurant we saw (which honestly dint had very good food). after that,in bid to grab something, anything to buy as my birthday present, we went to giant cos that was the only store left open at that time(around 9 plus) and, guess what, we did grocery shopping. well i knew my parents felt bad but i still couldnt help but feel a little upset cos no one seemed to make a deal out of this day very special to me. so basically i took solace in my chocolate truffle divine bday cake which was super good. dark chocolate with crunchy choc balls between the layers of cake; moist spongy cake with fresh cream. mmm~ haa. well, duh, it costs 28bucks for a 500g one. haha, but dont get me wrong, i still love my happy crazy family (see below(: )






























ha, i guess my mum felt really bad so today she went all out on a shopping spree to pamper me with many many things that i told her i wanted.ha, i am so blessed that sometimes im not even aware of it. and not to forget, tonight i really had a great time--being with people i love and love to be with. i love hardrock cafe! (:haa and since pictures tell a thousand words, i shall let them do the talking for today (esp since i desperately need my sleep haa.)



















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