My Seventeenth Birthday
May 26th, 2009Every year the day comes and goes. But at least being seventeen is somewhat special, as evinced by titular songs by ABBA and Ladytron to name a few.
Saturday
The night before my birthday we went to Chinatown for dinner. Super Bowl is famous for its rice congee so the seafood congee was beautiful. The steaming hot congee was accompanied with the delectable crispiness of you char kway (Chinese crullers). The other dishes, however, were a little disappointing. (After all, nobody captures the crunchiness of Chinese broccoli like Supper Inn in the heart of Melbourne’s Chinatown.) All up it was under $30 per person.
Sunday (my birthday)
We spent an hour taking birthday photographs. Amongst the gifts I received was a watch. That’s right, every year I get a new one.
Monday–Tuesday
Van baked me a cute floral birthday cake. The next day I received a gargantuan Mashimaro from my friends. 
Jenny
Happy birthday, Kym!
van
happy bday <3
and i apologise for the crap cake. and the fact that it may or may not have stopped your blood circulation for a few moments.
thom
I heard getting watches for your birthday is bad luck. Its meant to mean that the person who gave it to you wants you to die. (something like they buy it so you can watch your life tick away, or, they watch will outlive you. or something)
Sorry for belated reply, but you dont blog frequently enough for me to check often. but your blogs are wonderful ;D
HOPE TO READ MORE SOON PLZ
Christina
i haven’t visited here in awhile,
i hope you & your family are coping with the previous entry
on a much happier not, happy seventeenth birthday. glad you had a good time, an dthat looks like a great cake. the big 1 – 8 next year!
Wilson
yeah i havent visited here in a while as well!
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hehehehehe, gonna have a big party next year eh =P? we can’t miss your 18th!
your blog is very interesting =]. keep up the good work (Y)! hope you and your family are doing well
take care!