off much deprived limelight

Birthdays have a tendency of being associated with happiness and surprises and little delights that remind you that you have friends who would wait every year to see your cake-smeared toothy grins. All of that is well and fine but really has anyone actually thought of what goes through a mother's mind as her child's birthday approaches. It is after all the anniversary of the day that she checked into a hospital hours in advance only to be given updates on how much dilations she has gone through. I realize most would rather not go there but it intrigues me. Although she's happy that her hours of labor was worthwhile in producing a little minion who is now *insert age*, she must of course be reminded of the hospital bed and how the sheets smelled just as she was about to push life's miracle(s) out of her.

I followed mine around to ask her the question and instead of giving me a straight answer, she took the opportunity to molest my curls. Yes, a failed attempt, so if you would be so kind as to get an answer from yours when your birthday comes around, I would be most grateful.

My Nov 27th was supposed to be a quiet one. But there were darlings who insisted that that was not to be =)

For the pre-birthday, the plan was to have dinner after the final slot of our research's oral defense. There are tons to gab about but this is way overdue so I'll just show you some pretty smiles =)

angelyn and pui kit gushed: "the lights! and trees!"

pek-piggy-wah and her awesome meal.

hui ping and mads.

caryn, the carlo rino model.

this is what you have to live with when you want a picture of/with a piggy.

esther and pui kit wanted a pictureee.

The day itself was supposed to be only a lecture, a help-out photo assignment and being charitable at the pre-prom party ('cause I promised to contribute and check out the acts since it looked like I wasn't going to be attending). But the day held much more.

A shout-sing-along birthday song, free cuppycake.

And dinner with the madness I like to call BRATs =)
Only they'd think of tagging the cake with 'Daftarlah untuk mengundi!' and play "Spongebob's undies, your undies and......?" and bug each other silly over grandmothers and nonsense like that.

my two favorite marathon runners.

joshua felt like counting his fingers.

two babes and a photographer.

aaron, the magician.

asyraf is huru-hara alright.

The steals were quite frankly steals alright.

a silver star over black and white pictures with squiggly signatures and short notes does not seem much but it was one of the best from this year. thankyouall.

to call it even and then apologize for not forgetting and then have the songs be star-themed simply showed more than you'll ever know. thankyou.

having spongebob bobbing up and down in my lap the entire night was ingenious (!) and the best ever. thankyou.

no more self-wrapped this year eh, but it was nice nonetheless. thankyou.

thank you everyone.

=)

minx wrote at12:47 AM
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