Recently, I had celebrated my friend 21st birthday. Well, to simply describe it, the party is running smoothly but chocolaty. We celebrate it at our common room, at our residential block. The cake is imported from Secret Recipe sponsored by his cousin (if you’re wondering, his cousin is a girl. Is there a man willing enough to buy secret recipe cake for his friend? I surely don’t. Hehe). After bringing down some snacks and sodas, we call our whole batch whose are still here and not went for bowling that night to celebrate it. It was a boy’s party so it went messy. Even though there are two girls around, we seem like ignoring them and do our own party. It does feel odd when having a party with proportion of 10:1 man to girl. There are three to four persons who can’t handled being in this situation and quickly quit the party (after eating the Secret Recipe cake. Who can resist it? It is a chocolate cake with ice cream at the middle of each layer. I mouth is drooling thinking about it) and went back to their room. I prefer to stay and observe. Even though the party is a success, this is not exactly what we planned. This is what we had planned to celebrate it.

At 11pm the day before, my friend ( call him housemate A) suddenly come to me and tells me that they had planned to make a surprise party for his roommate (I happen to play TD that time. I still got four days till the first paper of final exam. Don’t got any mood to study yet. Somebody needs to pinch me now. Huhu). So he asks me to accompany him to buy the preparations. We do thought if we want to buy a cake. But what kind of bakery opens 24/7. So we decided to went to 7/11 outside UTP and see what can we buy there. When we arrived In front of it, I decided to go to the PETRONAS station instead. I got a feeling that I want to buy something there.

In there, we search for snack and sodas. Then, I search for anything that can be considered as cake. We went to the bread section and we only found only three kind of cake. I suggested that we take banana cake as the birthday cake and we laugh at each other for a moment (Actually, I was serious of buying it. I wanna see what kind of expression people make when they are having banana cake as birthday cake. The only reason they will be happy are if they are banana cake maniac, or they’re being sarcastic which is feeling very disappointing follow by feeling of throwing the cake to their friend face, or even better if they’re thinking that they have a friend who like to make experiment with their life and they had get used with it. Muahaha). In the end, we buy a bunch of snacks, peanuts, two A&W sodas and one Sprite, and one butter cake in case we desperately want to have cake.

I have a feeling that there is something here that I should buy for the party. Something that ordinary shop doesn’t usually sell. It is cotton candy. They sell cotton candy here at PETRONAS station. There is a day where I went out with him (Let call him birthday boy to avoid confusion) and we went to buy something here. When Birthday Boy saw cotton candy was sell they, he make a very happy expression (addictive drooling kind of impression as if he want to eat all of it). He’s a cotton candy lover. So I snatch 2 plastic of it and add it at the counter (Which is full of snacks). We went back to UTP and along the way, we plan what to do later. After we arrived, my housemate (this is housemate B) got a call saying that they’re going to celebrate it tomorrow with cake. Well, I thought of having it with our batch only as we planned but thinking that the time is way past midnight, I think doing tomorrow is a good idea. At first I object since he will be going to KL tomorrow but he said he’ll be back at the same day. I guess what we had planned is not successful that night.

The night that day, after dinner (thanks aymni for the free dinner), along the way to our block, suddenly one of my housemate (let him be Housemate C) say “Biler nak makan kek Jannah”. We we’re shock since first, we thought of making it a surprise and Housemate C ruin it, and secondly since Birthday Boy’s cousin is in front of us with cake which also ruin the surprise. I dun know what had become to both of them. Both unintentionally blew off the surprise planned for the past 21 hours. But we can’t blamed both of for revealing the surprise since Housemate C don’t really know that we plan to make it a surprise and I think Birthday Boy’s cousin send a message to one of us saying that she’ll come and bring the cake but due to the low signals around our block, the message did not arrived at time. I guess we can’t plan a surprise party without full participant from everybody (at least tell everyone that this is a surprise) and a good hand phone signal. Huhu.

Along the day, I can’t seem to take my time to say Happy Birthday to Birthday Boy. Actually, I dun like wishing anybody Happy Birthday. Not because there is something relating to religious (since this is not our thing), but because I had a feeling that it is not me who supposed to be the first, second, third or fourth person to wish anybody Happy Birthday. Some people care who’ll first wish them. Some will be furious if you’re the first person who wishes them since they want somebody else to be the first. What I mean is, they want the person important to them to wish first. Such people are their mom, dad, bf, gf, or maybe their granny that they think should remember their day of birth. So, dun had hurt feeling if I dun wish you happy birthday. I dun forget or don’t care about it. I just give someone else the change to wish first.