Twenty nine so fine

It has become my tradition on this blog to write a post about my birthday.

Looking back to every birthday posts I have, no words are able to describe how lucky I was and still am.

I know the last one year hasn’t been easy, but I’m happy that I decided to find myself again somewhere in between the 3 a.m crying and overthinking *pat myself on the back.

my first barefaced photoshoot

Birthday or not, I always have so much love to give.

I love to treat people especially when they haven’t try one specific food I recommend, but most of them now are no longer my friends and took me for granted.

This year, Allah blessed me enough to have friends with equal love.

One of my close friend sent me a butterscotch coffee, chocolate puddin’ and pepperoni pizza, I was like “how did u know I love that pizza?”

I assumed that pizza was lucky pick, but turned out she remembered many years ago I ever treated her some pepperoni pizza and it becomes a core memory to her because it was her first time eating pizza.

She made me cried of happiness. She returned the same gesture I did years ago without me asking for it :’)

One of my long-lost friends who fixed our friendship also made me tear up a little.

She sent me a heartfelt birthday messages, thanked me for having such a big heart to keep in touch with her again :’)

All of those things such a sweet reminder from Allah to me to keep being good and forgiving, because lately I was wondering how to change into a cold-hearted b*tch.

This year also the first time tyo asked me about what I wanted for my birthday.

He usually surprised me with some thoughtful gifts that made me feel seen.

I know gift request makes things so much easier for him, but I spent days thinking hard about what I want because the older I get, I just want to eat delicious food and read a birthday letter. Yet he insisted, ah, lucky me always get birthday gifts since I was a kid.

My birthday was also his day off from work so I could spent my entire day with him, lucky again.

We watched Mickey 17 in cinema, tried a lot of new food as iftar but as always, we forgot took a picture together.

Twenty nine indeed so fine.

If you know me, I rarely post instagram story on my birthday, not even repost my friend’s story (I thanked them personally) but that night I felt so fine and posted some mirror selfies to tell myself that LIFE IS GOOD AGAIN, LOOK AT THAT SMILE, LOOK HOW HAPPY YOU ARE, YOU ARE DOING FINE, KEEP GOING NIKY.