“Hey, tomorrow’s my birthday. Say “Happy birthday to me”~ Quick!~”

On 30th of Oct, 2011, I sent this message to all the contactors in my phone lists. Meanwhile, I used these words in my qq reading also. I just wanted to be blessed, at that time; I wanted to be loved. But today, same date, only with one year passing, I should find these words, these words, how to say, I can’t say these words any more.

“Happy birthday to me.” I can only say this to myself.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not because I lost my dreams or fail to find the meaning of life, fail to get the power for work. It’s not because of these. Er, I guess, it’s because I’ve grown up?

The only thing I know is that I feel happy when I bought a streamed bun, a big hot one for breakfast this morning. I mean it. You know, the buns in that breakfast stand sells well and almost every day when I get there, I can’t find my 叉烧包 anymore. Even I get one, it’s cold, not hot. Thus, imagine how big my smile was when I got a hot big 叉烧包 in this chilly morning.

Another thing I know is that I can’t wrap the smile off my face when I bought a 杂粮煎饼 for my dinner. To be very honest, the pie is not that delicous, but it’s the maker’s genuine smiles and also gentleman-like tone that makes me miss the pie. He will never give my changes himself; he has a box in front of the stand-car, then everytime I need changes, he asks me to get it myself in the box. In the darkness, he even doesn’t look how many money I put into the box and how many changes I get from him. He believes everyone. “This is the last one.” When I got to his stand tonight, he was selling pies at the entrance of the block, with a very simple big unbrella for shelfing. “我准备收摊了.” I got the hot pies from him, smiling.

I think I have all I want. At the same time, everyone has their own business to handle, why I bother them? If they remember what tomorrow is, then they will message or ring me. If they forget, it’s ok and no need to be annoyed—everyone has their own business. Alone in the room,  with the gentle rains outside the window, I am fine.

So, this is the last day of my being twenty-two. Tomorrow, perhaps I will cook noodles for breakfast if I can get up early; I will take take-over for breakfast; I will still work over time; I will still get back to my room alone. No party, no presents. But I have all I want. As long as my families, and my friends are fine, then I am fine. Oh, I almost forget…tomorrow is also my pay date~~ Get money to buy dresses~~