Birthday...

So my birthday came & went.

My colleagues threw me a mini-birthday surprise at the office. I had my suspicions about it. Pretended to be surprise by it but off course I hated it. I have always hated birthday surprises. It took everything in me not to just walked out of the office. Thank God, I had a job interview at a job agency around 4pm, so had to leave the office by 2pm. Pretended to enjoy myself before I left the office.

The job interview went surprisingly quite well even though it has been more than a year since I went for any job interview. I'm hoping that I will get the job though. Oddly enough, the way the interviewer was explaining the job was very brief & vague. But I did explained my experiences rather well, I think. All I can do is hope for the best. In Shaa' Allah, I will get a full time events-related job soon.

After the interview, I went to watch 'Rogue One: A Star Wars Story." It was perfect in every way. The cinematography was beautiful. The sceneries were so beautifully done, things that you can only imagine of. The acting was excellent. It was a genius move of the writers to put a female character as the lead. It was fresh, intriguing & gorgeously done. I actually cried & had goosebumps by how perfect the movie really is. I honestly would love to watch it again.

On Friday, I had a so-called birthday dinner with my family at Gurame Restaurant at East Coast. The food there was quite delicious but it just wasn't my cup of tea I guess. There was just something off about it, other than the fact that I was having a headache. The beef rendang was very soft & chewy, while the thick curry fish gravy was really nice & spicy. That was the only 2 dishes that I liked.

The cousins, siblings & close friends threw a surprise birthday picnic for me at the void deck. It was really beautifully done. It was simple & pretty, very instagram & pinterest worthy. As much as I'm grateful at them for surprising me, it just annoys me so much that they don't understand the concept of me completely hating surprises. I hate surprises. Always have, always will, no amount of surprises in the future will ever make me like surprises. It just gets annoying every time I have to fake it that I like the surprise. I'm grateful for it but I don't like it. It is so annoying because the surprise would end up with what they think I want instead of what I really want which is to have no surprises at all.

Other than that. It was a good celebration. A nice & quiet celebration which I am grateful for.