My 23th Birthday

Hullo, Maders! Yesterday was my birthday and I did nothing to celebrate it. I had no desire to do something special on it because I hate birthdays. I’m getting older every second of my life and it’s closer to death. Well, actually I’m not afraid of death, even I wish for it soon when I’m 60s. Living in this world too long means having more complication on my body. Above all, Allah will decide what is the best for me and I trust my God.

The first person remembering my birthday very well is my mom. She asked me two weeks ago, “what do you want for your birthday?” Then I answered, “umm, dunno.” In the next morning I told her that I wanted a new pair of shoes, Adidas White Superstar. I got it already and I love it. It’s what I need because white shoes suits with any dress or shirt I wear.

Other people saying happy birthday to me were Yusrina, Aunt Tini, Nicholas, Mbak Norma, Yana, and Rifqi with his whole family. Believe me or not, my DAD didn’t remember my birthday AT ALL. He said nothing and gave me nothing either. Nevermind! On the other hand, I don’t wanna remind dad.

I’d like to talk about Rifqi and his family consisting his brother, mom, and dad. Suddenly Rifqi chatted me when I was at school saying that he wanted to visit me. In the afternoon I got surprised because he brought all of his family. Those people shook my hand and congratulated me. Rifqi gave me a mini square birthday gift, inside there were two necklaces made from wood. Arigato, Rifqi-san!

After that, Rifqi and I were talking through WhatsApp. He said that my face looked more like a European without veil. Haha. I’ve heard such thing from a hundred people as well. FYI, I have wavy hair and fair skin. The color of my hair isn’t shiny black like other friends, mine is rather dark brown. I was ever feeling sad because of this, but in the end I realize that this is a gift. I could color my hair without bleach and it’s fun. This time I’m about to color my hair into blonde with highlight.

Back to birthday stuff, I love to hide the secret of my birthday from people because I wanna see their real attention towards me. It’s okay if they don’t. Even I don’t buy a cake this time. Mom said I could eat cake whenever I want, so it can be anytime, not now. There was a guy with “W” initial saying that he would give me a novel when my birthday came. NOTHING! I guess he forgot it and I don’t care. The boy I like doesn’t think about my birthday either, leave it! I have another life to think about, not boys. They’re disappointing :v okay, Maders! See you another time!