Every year you just grow vainer (I think. Superlatives and I don’t eat dinner together).
I cut down my trips to check the fridge that day. I didn’t mind Kak Rika pulling me around rinak sampai kaki rasa nak tercabut. I resisted peeking into the oven. Buat bodo and pretended not to hear Kak Rika and Eid’s phone conversation sedangkan Kak Rika was sitting next to me in the mashrut.
I knew the cake was in Eid and Masy’s room. Cause takde dlm oven (I couldn’t help it, ok? Not like they barricaded the handle or something!) I knew the reason I had blisters on my heels cause the cake was taking its own sweet time to bake. And they were slick. Not even a ladle unwashed. Not even a single flick of flour. They improved by a milestone this year.
Turning 23 is not that much of a deal. I was past the legal age, so the excitement just faded by each year. It just serves as a constant reminder that I’m getting a year older, not necessarily a year wiser. But it’s great to be used as a reason to get fat over chocolate cheese cake AND chocolate banana cake (yes, two sinfully, lusciously irresistable chocolate cakes in ONE day) plus the presents are always a welcome addition 😀
It doesn’t take much to get this girl happy: all the important people were there, and for that, I’m grateful. Kievskaya 153, Grupa 504, ya vas liublu da konsa jizhni.
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
P/S – Thank you for your SMS-es and calls. My credit ran out so if I haven’t replied, I’d be sure to once I top up. Hehe.