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When I was growing up no one talk about Birthday or Birthday party. Birthday come and go and we just grow older, that's all. Even our parent does not talk about that. As far as I am concern since I did not get to see my Birth Certificate I do not even know my real name as well the real date of my birth as in the Birth certificate. I was call by my nickname Awang and it was only when I went to school at seven years old that I came to know that my real name is not Awang but Idrus and my birthday is August 17, 1939. As for Birthday it was only when I am in secondary school that classmate would mentioned Birthday and Birthday party but as far as I could remember I did not have a Birthday party or Birthday cake, not when my kids and grandkids throw a surprise with cake and present on that special day. Anyway I remember when I was in my youth, friends especially girlfriends would often ask when is my Birthday and that is how I am aware that our Birthday is special and important especially so with our loved one. After I got married every years my wife would surprise me by sending a bouquet of Roses to my office. Making it such a loving moment in my life. When the kids and grandkids grows up I would get Birthday wishes from them and often they throw a surprise just like in the image above. A week after my Birthday this year, on August 23 our eldest daughter and her husband throw a Raya Open House party at their house and at that event I was surprised by the kids and grandkids with a Birthday cake for me. So with friends and loved one I get to blow the candles on that wonderful day of my life; the seventy six birthday! albeit belated. It looks like growing older is beautiful and I am enjoying it. 

Have a nice day.
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naniasda said…
Happy belated birthday Pak Idrus, wishing you good health with many more birthdays to celebrate Insha Allah...my eldest sister passed away on friday 21 Aug 2015 after 3 months of serious ill health, she was 70 yrs old..
August 27, 2015 at 12:13 PM
Pak Idrus said…
Naniasda, thanks. Have a nice day.
October 2, 2015 at 7:03 PM
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