Before I came to Singapore, I had spent more than eighteen years in Xi’an Shaanxi China. My sixth birthday there was the first birthday that was celebrated with my friends instead of only my parents and relatives. That year was my last year in kindergarten. Since then, classmates and friends become an integral part of my birthday. Every year, I received their greetings and gifts, however, this year’s birthday was supposed to be very different from the ones before, because I am here in Singapore.
To tell you the truth, I did not even anticipate many people could remember my birthday, and most weirdly that I actually had not a bit passion to celebrate it. I once said to me myself in my diary that I have to be mature, and obviously caring not about this kind of formality is a symbol of being mature.
Much to my surprise, two days before my birthday I got a parcel from China which was sent as a birthday gift from a good friend of mine. It contained a book and a thumb drive, but what it contained is not important at all. I am moved, for someone could bother to send me a birthday gift, even when I am thousands of miles away. Covering such long distance and carrying so much love, the parcel is far more precious than it was normally considered. Nevertheless, this was not the only thing that touches me. My 12 friends from the same home university arranged a warm and elaborate getting-together for me. They bought me a beautiful and yummy birthday fruit cake and a Tinkerbell model (Tinkerbell is my favorite cartoon character). Partly thanks to my birthday, we finally got a chance to round up again, because, I have to admit that, I really enjoy staying with them. They are all very good and sincere people and we are just like one big family…So many greetings and surprises came along one after another that I think I did not fully expressed my heartfelt gratitude. However, this is why I am writing this blog here.
I want to frankly thank those people who remember me, who care me, and who love me. It is your remembering, caring and loving that give me the strongest momentum and motivation to cheer up and to move on. What you have done for me touched the softest part of my heart, and I mean it. Last, my nineteenth birthday also teaches me that to always be grateful is to be truly mature.
Thank you all again.
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Hi Josie, Isn't it a wonderful feeling to receive such a pleasant surprise? The best gift is one which is sent with much love, and as you rightly said, the thought IS the point.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we mistakenly believe that to be matured is to be strong - not to cry, not to weaken. not to give in. Maturity is to me, understanding myself with all my strengths, my weaknesses, my faults AND most importantly to accept others. It is necessary to show our feelings. Feelings are neither right nor wrong, neither good nor bad. Feeling are just that - FEELINGS, we cannot help feeling a certain way, but we can CHOOSE how we respond to that feeling. Good cheer.
I am glad to share your happiness of your birthday. I hope that your birthday wishes can come true.
ReplyDeleteSince we are away from home, our friends here are our families. We have spent months together, shared our happiness and sorrow. It is friends that make our life colourful and meaningful. May our friendship live forever!
How come you have not told me when it is your birthday and invited me to your birthday party?
ReplyDeleteYou have no idea how I long to give my wishes to you on your birthday. Anyway, after knowing that you have recieved a gift from your friend in China and so many people celebrated your birthday with you,I feel really happy for you. But next time, remember I am ALSO your good friend and DO NOT forget that I am available.