Four more days.
It’s strange when your excitement is a mere 1% of the people around you when you are about to stage a party.
After getting drunk on two consecutive nights last year, I said I wouldn’t be celebrating for the next couple of years, simply cos 26, 27, 28, 29 are pretty insignificant unless they are digits on a winning TOTO ticket.
Then I changed my mind, cos my new theory is that I wouldn’t know when my last birthday will be.
Subsequently, I called off the event, cos I wasn’t really in the mood to party.
Finally, I got everyone in a fluster when I decided to revoke my cancellations and throw a party at the last minute.
Jan said she’ll take care of the décor, as usual.
How Han said he’ll make sure everyone stays hydrated.
My mum will present her homemade mooncakes.
And I assume Jack will volunteer to be the leader of the post event area cleaning squad.
Frankly, I wasn’t really keen on celebrating this year. Something’s bugging me. And well, I really can’t do anything about it…
But the people around me are egging me on to move on and have a great birthday.
I feel so loved. Happy Birthday to Me.
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Oh yes! Can someone bring insect repellent?
And by the way, don’t buy presents hor. If you got extra cash to waste, then SMS:
F2 (space)36 (space) (your name+IC) and send it to 72888. 
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