21st (=
Was the best.
Had a surprise birthday party tonight by the youth from 3am church. Love them so much now.....
I did smell something fishy the whole time but didn't expect anything else. Everyone(most of them) knew about the whole thing and planned it all. When me, aunty K and Jus went over to Van's place for a supposed-ly family dinner, it was all dark around and when I got in suddenly the lights came on with guitarist singing birthday song to me and almost everybody came out singing. I was in awe. I was shocked to bits. I was speechless. I was so touched I couldn't speak at all. If they would have tried to make me talk I would have cried right there. I could feel my eyes turning hot and felt like I could cry any minute. It was the best....
Everything seems great. I was happy. Right until the cake cutting part when nobody actually came for the cake cutting except my relatives and a few nice youths like andy and fabian. To makes things worse not many ppl ate the cake. And to make it even worse, I felt like after surprising me most of them didn't quite bother. Not to mention there were a few ppl whom i didn't know who didn't say a word to me or smile at me at all. Even Dave's sister whom I've been trying to be friendly to nvr smiled or spoke to me from the 1st time i met her before tonight. Felt like slapping them but i just ended up outside with a bunch of guys who were singing and i ended up staying there coz even though it was cold out there, I felt the warmed. Singing and the music put me at ease.
I still can't believe they planned it for quite some time. It's the best birthday I've ever had. Although I would have prefered the one with my music gang considered everybody came coz they wanted to come.
And i was wondering why I felt so uneasy the whole day. This was what was happening behind my back. But I love them for the effort they all put into the whole thing. I love them for their willingness to make what happened a sweet memory to remember....
And I'm happy once more....
I hope and think....
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