tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811326.post-37046862655413656682008-02-24T08:57:00.014+08:002008-11-14T14:03:24.970+08:002008-11-14T14:03:24.970+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><blockquote>Birthday is not for celebration but a day to remember our Mother who had to go through the painful labour process of bringing us into this world - <span style="font-weight: bold;">HCFoo</span></blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My birthday is just few days away. As usual, I would prefer to remain low profile hoping that no one will waste money and effort to do anything for my birthday.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />What I want is just to remember my beloved mother who had to struggle and experienced extr</span><span style="font-family:arial;">eme labour pain to deliver me into this world. Hence, it has been a ritual for me to call home and thank my mother instead.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />However, there are always caring siblings and friends who want to celebrate your birthday. I celebrated my birthday yesterday, few days earlier, with a small group of friends including my sister. It was just a small gathering. The highlight yesterday wasn't really me but instead it was the Birthday Cake!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qg6J04XZhR4/R8DNAT3qiYI/AAAAAAAABY4/7hUOEeB83uU/s1600-h/New+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qg6J04XZhR4/R8DNAT3qiYI/AAAAAAAABY4/7hUOEeB83uU/s200/New+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170357777438771586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">I had my dream cake, a mint chocolate ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qg6J04XZhR4/R8DNUj3qiZI/AAAAAAAABZA/Bula_YygkPU/s1600-h/New+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qg6J04XZhR4/R8DNUj3qiZI/AAAAAAAABZA/Bula_YygkPU/s320/New+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170358125331122578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Blame it on the global warming</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />However the dry ice cannot last for more than 4 hours. Hence, the ice cream cake was already melted quite a bit by the time we opened it. Even lighting up the candles on the cake made us nervous because the chocolate started to melt too.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qg6J04XZhR4/R8DNlT3qiaI/AAAAAAAABZI/DtjY6JXUSg8/s1600-h/New+025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qg6J04XZhR4/R8DNlT3qiaI/AAAAAAAABZI/DtjY6JXUSg8/s320/New+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170358413093931426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The aftermath.</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Thank you guys for the birthday cake and the dinner. I truly enjoy last evening.<br /><br /></span>hcfoonoreply@blogger.com12