Yesterday, at exactly one minute past midnight onto the 20th day of February, I officially turned 24. Not much to say, but since it landed on a Saturday, it's been somewhat eventful. It was like any normal birthday I had: I wake up, get ready, have my breakfast... you know, the usual. Sometimes I become desensitised about my birthday, cause it always lands during times when everyone is occupied. Back in high school, it was the beginning of the school term. In university, beginning of the first semester. Not only that, it's relatively close to Valentine's Day and may subsequently land on Chinese Lunar New Year's, depending on the timing. Otherwise, I already knew the big 24 was coming soon, receiving a handful of early birthday wishes from friends - the earliest having been over two weeks before the day while I was at the Gold Coast (will elaborate at a later date).
My Saturday morning started off pretty normal. I jumped on Facebook and practically found birthday messages littered on my wall. To me, these wishes are enough for my birthday. I spent most of the morning replying to each one before tackling the job I have to do writing synopses and jotting down different ways of summarising ideas. I was boggled. Otherwise, with work still in mind, I wasn't aware of some elaborate plot brewing behind my back.
After a while writing out some ideas and figuring out what to do, I decided to work with Steve Ada to get the ball rolling, which meant working at his place. Funnily enough, my sisters INSISTED that I worked at home. I didn't mind going anywhere on my birthday, but they INSISTED. So, I fell to their whims and headed off to pick up my co-writer in crime. After a while, returning back home, I was about to start work as per usual until the makings of candles and a birthday cake walked my way.
My sister planned a surprise birthday cake for me! With her friends!
The chanting of the usual birthday song filled the air, and I was in total embarrassment. No one has ever done something like this for me... ever. At times I started to think: "Did I really deserve it? Really?". It was the first birthday surprise I had in the (now) 24 years of my life. And though I probably looked like a total dweeb and felt really embarrassed about it, I hate you guys... with love of course.
And I still think it was some kind of tiramisu. It tasted like it. Or else it was some weird concoction of chocolate chip mousse. I'll find out soon enough!
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- Marie Setiawan
- Marie Meiling Setiawan (born 20 February, 1986) grew up in Western Sydney while roaming around during her childhood years. She has a background in media and communications from the University of New South Wales and has an insatiable thirst for Asian Cinema and anime. For her Honours degree, she completed a production piece and wrote her thesis “Mukokuseki: A Visual Critique on Japanese Animation”. She is also a freelance graphic designer, visual arts illustrator, and creative writer. On the sidelines, she has a particular interest in studying the “anime” phenomenon and how these creative expressions of youth identities connect and are marketed via social networks, digital media and web 2.0. She also has a sweet tooth, loves flavoured tea, and tends to sing along with the radio when she is driving alone. Currently, she is heavily involved in writing a few projects for television with great expectations. She loves to immerse herself into her writing and her creativity as a whole, whether that is in her design or in her thoughts. She is also interested in the film production field.
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