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Wendy Chung. 13 August 1990. QUT – BNE,AUS .
♥’s: cows, beach, swim, party, dance, movies, reading, new places, sushi, pink, shopping, baking, enjoying life to the fullest and novels are my favourite things.
Wednesday 13 August 2008
On this day today

Dear Diary,

Once again this year is another birthday spent away from home. A birthday without any of my loved ones around is just no birthday. This year's birthday marks an important day in my entire life. This birthday was a different birthday, a lonely birthday. This birthday was not spent at home but out with friends. This birthday i had no dinner with a family, no birthday cake and no birthday wish. This birthday was celebrated by having lunch with friends and gifts from bartenders. This birthday's highlights were the complementary drinks at the pubs. This birthday i had left over lunch for dinner. This birthday i had dinner alone in my room. This birthday i got a call from home, telling me to enjoy myself and that everyone back home loves me. This birthday i knew that everyone at home were sick. This birthday just makes me miss home so much more.

With this birthday, i know that i am 18. With this birthday, i know that a birthday is just like any other day of the year. With this birthday, i know i that i should not fuss about not having a cake. With this birthday, i should know that a cake does not mean anything. With this birthday, i should understand that i am old enough not to believe in birthday wishes. With this birthday, all i could recall were the drinks i had. With this birthday there was no small celebration at home. With this birthday, i knew it was going to be a quiet one.

But with this birthday, all i ever wished for was to have a small quiet dinner with people i see every morning when i get up and every night when i go to bed. But with this birthday, i wanted to have the people closest to me here sing me a birthday song. But with this birthday, i hoped for a cake, a candle for me to wish on. But with this birthday, i was not able to wish for the good health and well being of my family.

All i want now is to be close to home, to hear Mum and Dad's voice, a kiss from my baby sister and a hug from both Andy and Cindy.

Happy 18th . . .