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15th Bird-day

Yesterday was my little brother's birthday. So after my evening tuition, my sister and I strolled over to AMK Hub to get him a cake, and then jumped out on him with the whole set up when he was chilling in his room savouring the last hour of his birthday.




SIGH. He used to be such a cute and adorable toddler. But look at him now! Very soon he will start having crushes and mixing around with grubby boys his age and be a typical adolescent. Oh the woes of growing up. I really hope he will grow up to be a SNAG, and not the stereotypical soccer-watching and pub-hopping alpha male.

My brother doesn't know how to smile. All his pictures have the same constipated facial expression. So when I threatened to finish up all his cake unless he does something proper, he did this:





And there you have my glut of a sister wanting the cake for herself. This food craze thing, I am telling you, it runs in the family. Anyway the cake was Chocolate Boston from Breadtalk. It was not too bad, but nothing extraordinary and terribly overpriced. I hate Breadtalk. It is so overrated, and we got it only because there were no other choices.

My mum and auntie refused to take a photo because they were in their jammies. And when I pointed a camera in their direction, they did a frantic scrambling about trying to hide behind the sofa.




If my mum sees this she will probably disown me for life. But this is my blog and I WRITE WHAT I WANT! :)

Labels: birthday, family