Sweet September

I couldn't remember my first birthday party.

In the old photo album, there's picture of me on what I think was my birthday. I'm not even sure how old I was, maybe 4 or 5 yo? I was surrounded by my parents - Dad still had a shoulder length hippy style with big glasses, Mum just looked so pretty and fresh. The birthday presents were in big boxes with bright colour wrapping. I loved presents in big box. I dreamt about presents in big box. I thought that the bigger the size, the bigger the surprise, the better the present would be.

I'm 28 years old now.

Birthday party doesn't excite me anymore. Birthday presents, big or small, tho always nice to receive, are not what I'm looking forward to. I spent my birthday just like any other normal day. Go to work, receive phone calls from my family, reply some sms/ email from some dear friends that remember, have a nice lunch outside with my workmate that doesn't know that it's my birthday, and spend the night talking on the phone with my love. A very quiet yet peaceful birthday for me.

I'm just grateful for the time that have been given to me so far. I'm thankful for the people that I love and love me back. I'm a very lucky person. And by knowing that, I am blessed.