Birthday Cakes
For the first time in the history of me working, I decided to take a birthday leave! Yahoo!
So… now what? *Crickets chirping*
Aha! I can wax nostalgic and take a look at pictures of my previous birthdays. (Whew! Crisis avoided.)
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| My first ever birthday. Obviously I don’t remember anything about it but the pictures show that my parents invited all the neighborhood kids. |
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| This was probably my last birthday in our first house. I was seven or eight? I was with my brother, cousins and duplex neighbors. Pardon the picture, Mom wasn’t good at the camera and kept cutting people’s heads off when she pressed the button. Haha! |
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| This was taken at our second house. I was… ten? Eleven? I was with my brother, nephews and our ampao business workers’ kids. |
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| When I turned 18, I didn’t have a grand debut. But our family friend Catherine surprised my family by throwing a catered party for me. She said it was her thanks to my parents for helping her and her hubby out when they were in a bad situation. I had sore eyes on the day, haha. I remember my dad making a speech and someone suddenly asked him: “Can she have a boyfriend now?” to which he replied very seriously: “No, she has to finish her studies first.” LOL! |
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| My first birthday cake as a working girl, given to me by my P&G friends. |
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| My first birthday cakes in Singapore. I had bought the smallest one because I didn’t think anyone would get me a cake. |
In fairness, I seem to have aged gracefully. You’re supposed to agree! It’s my birthday after all! LOL.
