It is his birthday today, a happy new year to him. He turns nineteen, his last year to have a “teen” at the back.
(Flashback) Work had been rushed for the past many days. Sleeping time from 3AM and getting later to 5AM was his life this week. He slept at 5AM yesterday.
He slept at zero hour yesterday, and managed to witness his birthday coming. He went back to his room at 12AM.
(Diary) I was up since Saturday, working through until 12AM on Sunday, my birthday. What a way to celebrate its entry. My friend called me to have some green bean soup at my room, which I suspected was something fishy. When I opened the door, it was pitch black. The whole of the ID group was there, screaming Happy Birthday and jumping out from no where trying to scare me, one of the best ones was from behind the curtain. They wrote wishes on balloons which they wanted me to eventually burst, and had some terrible after-effects on the bed. Black stains that is. They even wrote on the mirror, hopefully with washable art paint. It was really a surprise for me! Or at least I never had expected everyone to be there. Cake, as traditionally always there, was there. It was chocolate cake, or was it cream cake. The cake was ten percent sponge with the remaining as cream in different colors, with an additional topping of cream in a shape of two fat flowers. Truly disturbing when I tried to cut through it.
After the whole celebration, we had the real green bean soup.
Thank you everyone who was present at the birthday surprise!
After the surprise, he had no time to waste but continue on with work until 7AM in the morning when he gave in to sleep until 8.30AM, and continuing with work again.
In the night, just before the day came to an end, he treated himself to his favorite snack brought from Singapore. Unfortunately it was spent eating with work.
