It feels like only few days ago I wrote Twenty Eight.
I kept describing getting older as “I just turned 19, again”. I’m not in denial on how old I really am, its just that whenever I age one more year, I don’t feel I am a year older. But truthfully, I am older and definitely wiser than when I was 19. Being 19 was easy and selfish and naive. I wish I had known that there are more important things in the world than dressing up, boyfriend troubles or fun in the world. Its pathetic that my biggest problem when I was 19 was feeling like nobody cared about me – when seriously, everybody actually got better things to think about than wasting time paying attention to me! The typical teenager – angry and confused.
That aside, I don’t know why but for some reason every year the celebration gets better. Every year I thought it was the best ever, but alhamdulillah, I have such wonderful friends and families that always manage to top last year’s celebration. This year I was celebrated not once, NOT twice but three times. Only when I’m in Malaysia surrounded by these beautiful people could I get such thing. It is at times like this, that made me feel like I have done something right, I have been a good friend, a good daughter or sister, or cousin, to everyone who wanted to celebrate my day.
First time celebrated, the night before as we had a family gathering at that time – with all the cousins and an uncle who shared the same birthday month.
Second time celebrated on actual birthday night with immediate family.
Le grand célébration was actually 2 days after, just so that I get the four of us together. Although wonderful, I also have such useless friends who wants to celebrate my birthday but asked me to organize it myself. But I actually prefer not to have surprises. Hence, I made the reservation and ordered the free cake and asked the girl to write Happy birthday Shaliza on it. And then she asked the bonus question, “Oh, so it’s for you?” and I bore my shameless self and said, “YES. But my friends are going to pay for it!”
Posing for postcard. My girls are so stupid, I was looking the other way just to get variety of pose but ended up they just couldn’t resist following me.
The four of us with free red noses.
Included with the dinner.
And when I barefaced myself and said to the waiter, “I’m ready for my cake now”, they came out with it and the best birthday song. Ever!
Vodpod videos no longer available.
So here’s to 29. The last of 20s.