I've updated the ticker timer (refer to blue bar above) and the now it counts down to.. MY BIRTHDAY! So you know the drill, people.. presents! Muahahaha.. I know.. I know.. this is my cue to say "Oh, if people remember my birthday, that should be enough".. Hogwash.. I've never seen anybody who doesn't like getting gifts on their birthdays.. In fact, I used to be a firm believer of keeping my birth date an ultra confidential 'rahsia kerajaan' (government secret) just to see if anybody bothered to remember my birthday.. And then what happened? My mom asked, "Eh, is today your birthday?" at 5pm (which incidently is my time of birth).. And after rushing out of the house, she came back with a comb and an alarm clock as my presents! I asked myself.. If I can't even feel special on the day that I was born, what's the purpose of celebrating birthdays? So in exchange of 364/365 days of it's-OK-to-forget-me reservation, why don't I just let it all loose for 1 watch-out-world-here-I-come day? So from there on end, I vowed to ask at least 1 member of my family (who usually is my brother) to get me something I want instead of hoping that some kind soul would somehow read my mind and give it to me on my birthday :P
But publicly announcing your birth date in this college isn't such an easy task either.. It really depends on your set of friends and how you've been treating them.. If you're nice, you'll have gifts.. If you're not nice, you'll still have gifts.. Plus wads of egg yolk lodged in your hair, cake smears on your face and red marks on your wrists as a result of being tied up to a tree.. As for me, I'm going back home this weekend because my mom warned me there wouldn't be any gifts for me if I didn't go back.. Furthermore, my friends are seeking revenge for my ingenious tactic I did on their own birthdays.. Nah nah na nah nah.. You can't catch me.. Muahahahaha..
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NHA at 4:17 AM ::
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