happy birthday

to me.....


the past weekend has been spent on meeting up with friends for a simple dinner, we spoke for quite long and we had fun at ktv, kind of makes me fond of the way every one had their unique way of singing. After a night of dining, I had to wake up early the next sunday morning to go for a walk with my family, of which I hoped it were more exciting as we were mainly lazying around, did nothing pretty much but played around at a fitness corner while waiting for everyone else. The afternoon was spent on purposeful shopping at suntec, of which I thought it was boring too. Had a chance to sneak out of the exhibition hall alone, and went window shopping around marina square, before realising my handphone was gonna die on me soon, and met up again for dinner. Then came monday, 17 november, the day i was born, and i had to work. luckily I was in good mood, and planned for a birthday home celebration of cake eating after i went home. Mum forgot to cook my dinner so I went out for a nice dinner in a cosy restaurant and enjoyed some time alone. But when i finally bought the cake and reached home, everyone was already going to sleep... so my cake sat lonely in the fridge, and i sat lonely infront of my monitor, venting a loonelie november night on to my keyboard. Perhaps after graduating from school, we have grown independent and used to being alone. I hope I have not fell in love with being alone, but it does feel wierdly comfortable and enjoyable.


happy birthday to me.



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是谁说生活生来就要活？
是谁说难过还一定要过？
烦恼。。不会平空
不如捕捉笑声
放进耳朵
换一个角落
快乐比较多

放自己快活



One of the things I hate about being adult is to loose the courage to ask for love from the ones who we really care, the joy of being pampered and taken care by our parents. And it is during this time, we often wish we were a child again, when love comes more readily and generously.