Happy Birthday to me
Birthday's are always the same every year, go to school get wishes and greetings, and a few nice pressies, then get surprised somehow either by getting blindfolded, and having your feelings cheated thinking noone remembers your bday.
Then there's always the dinner with family, and the cake to blow and cut. And the wishes. There were a few memorable birthday wishes so far that was deeply engraved into my cerebrum.
There was my form 5 birthday in which my sec school friends boy-cotted me to go to pizza hut, only to find myself being brought there with a secret recipe tiramisu cake. And recieved a hand made memory hand book by lizziekins.
Then there was the one in Singapore where by I was brought to the middle of orchad road, and after having a debate on whether to eat at hardrock cafe or swensens, we finally headed to swensons. And my birthday gift was paraded on models. Mind you, my GUY friends were parading and modeling my birthday gift (necklace, belt, earrings) in swensens.
But a TWENTY-FIRST Birthday celebration has to be by far the most memorable one. Apart from the Birthday Bash in which I had last Saturday, which I have yet to write about it because I do not have all the pictures with me now, the birthday wishes on my facebook were flooding, and my phone inbox burst full of greeting. **touched-nya banyak orang ingat my bday**
And dinner with the family was splendid. (yum yum yum)
Not to mention the gifts.
Being an avid nail freak, you would have expected me to use nail products of the utmost quality. Alas, being a kiamsiap freak as well, the most expensive nail poslish I have ever purchase is from Skin food. But but but, check this out, my virgin OPI's!!! *love you friends!!*
Most of the time, people end up buying you gifts you either don't like, or gift you wont have must use for. But the most practical gift comes in the form of
And of course. The best 21st birthday gift a girl could ever ask for is 
And the literal meaning behind it (you wish larrrrr) Since I can't write about my party, I will write about my Birthday dinner with my family. We went to Zipangu, in Shangrila Hotel. A restaurant enough to make your wallets haemorrhage to death. But it was daddy's treat, and we only get to dine like this once a year.
And mom's gift to me was to make my head go red. =)Check out my freshly dyed red head!!
Lastly, I will not let this post go without some whoring. Nail-whoring. ROAR. Birthday Nails.
Till then! *winks*
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