Just this morning, my clinical group asked me on how will I celebrate my birthday. Good question.
Generally, I do not celebrate mine with a bash of sorts. Unless my more "westernized" relatives and friends decide to throw a surprise party, it's usually a quiet affair. My immediate family do not celebrate birthdays in a big way. Of course we exchange birthday greetings and presents on the day itself, but it usually ends there.
Friends can't help but think that it's odd - birthdays are meant to be happy events, and it is only fitting that they are celebrated with a "bang".
I do not see eye-to-eye with my mates on the latter. Big celebrations are just not my thing, which is partly the reason why I get uncomfortable (and embarrassed) whenever people throw birthday parties for me. Call me an oddball, but that's just the way I am for now. I might get used to it in the near future, but bear with me for the time being.
So what do I usually do on my birthday, you might ask. You could say that I just carry on with my daily routine. Nothing out of the ordinary, apart from replying well-wishers' messages and reflecting on what I've done in the past year.
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To my friends and relatives who remembered my birthday and sent well-meaning greetings and prezzies, to Group K (Belinda in particular) who had painstakingly baked a cake, brought ice-creams to RMH and sang "wholesome-ly" at the student common room, I thank you all...deeply and sincerely.
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