Birthday

For me, birthday is not really like how others think. Others think that it is a good day to celebrate, for some reasons unknown to me. I think that that it is just a day to remind that I am still living in the world.

That's why, I didn't even tell anyone that yesterday is my birthday. During Thursday band practice, they celebrated birthday with somebodies. I asked someone innocently, "Whose birthday?", though my own birthday is not far away.

But I still received some words from somebodies who remember my birthday. My two cousins, my mother, my two good friends in Butterworth and one friend same course as me (who I didn't even expect to know my birthday).

Birthday not necessarily to be a good day. At least not for me. Yesterday I was laughed (or rather, complimented?) by others, saying that I was funny. Not once, but twice. I broke jinyang's English Horn reed, and I can't call that a good incident. The story is like this: during break, I went near Jinyang, wanted to say hi to him. Then when I stand behind his left shoulder, body half bent, he moved his english horn very quickly (so quickly that I couldn't respond) over his left shoulder, and poked on my face directly. As you may guess, his reed broken, my face hurt, and I was scolded by him. Lesson of the day: do not go near any long instrument player.

I still got celebrate the birthday. After the band practice, I just gave all the keys to Daniel, and went to cousin's house. There, my cousin and cousin-in-law celebrated my birthday. I felt like a small but warm family. I guess that's the happiest thing in the day.

Took some photo of the cake. My cousin said that birthday person is not suppose to take photo. I said, taking photo myself means that it is important to me.