Cynthia Foo

Don’t wish me happy birthday.. NO! Scratch that! Yes, you can wish me Happy Birthday, but do not ask how old I am, don’t mention numbers. No numbers. I am happy, as usual. =)
I had dinner. I told my friends it was not a birthday dinner, as all I wanted is just a get-together dinner. It was lovely, absolutely fabulous!

I’ve got smiles, friendship, love, love and love… I’ve couldnt expect more than that. I am soooooooooo spoilt–to the max!

Oh! None of my friends mention ‘numbers’, cause I don’t want to feel like an old-fart. Faadzel did mention my age, but the numbers seem the same from last year, so I am happy. =)

I called home. Wanted to talk to mum, but didnt manage to get her. Talked to dad. Just like every year in the past, I ring them to say ‘Thank you’.. Thanks to my parents who brought me to this world. Mum suffered hours to give birth to me in OT; without them, there is no me.

I appologize to dad as well, for not doing so well in uni, I asked for forgiveness, again and again. I dont mean to screw up. tears.

I wanted to appologize to mum too; I promise I will do better. Love you mum and dad. I don’t celebrate birthday till I came to study in Perth. I dont wish to celebrate as I rather keep it quite, and call home–do the routine. Mostly, save everyone money. But this year this time, I crave for more cuddles (and cakes), badly.

It is my birthday. I can do whatever I want– cooking dinner for Kian, Faadzel, Fiona and Joleen, eating quater of the cake, having foot spa, cleaning up the house, drinking Boost Juice… and wishing myself all my dreams come true.