Birthday eve, and I'm desperately nursing a bad case of cold. A refreshing change of new (and darker) hair colour helped to lift the mood up. For a while.

Still, Joyeux Anniversaire.

Perhaps too smart for my own good, I've managed to make correct guesses to what the surprises meant for me.

Say, the ice cream cake which is supposed to be home-made and make me go teary when presented to me. Perhaps I'm just way too good at sniffing out suspicious activities, or the cake-maker is simply too indiscreet.

I also managed to make my dear friends confess what presents they got for me. But hey! They started it by saying, "I've got your present already,"

Which lead to me being curious, "What is it?"

One thing lead to the other, they couldn't contain the secret and they buckled. So no more surprises there. Then they blame me for spoiling the surprise element. -_-"

Well, friends, perhaps next time you can choose not to spill any beans to me. Don't even tell me that you've gotten me the present. Pretend you even forgot I was born. Then, I won't ask no questions and make no guesses. =)

Well well, you can still surprise me... Because I have no idea how the cake would turn out and how you would wrap the gift. So there, idea for you.