So I just had my steamboat. And then comes the birthday cake! It really would be enthralling, but I expected it to be worse. It happens every year. My mom's constant nagging for perfectionism, and my dad's incessant photo-taking and slow movements *rolls eyes*
I thought it would not happen again. Apparently I was wrong.
The happiest moment was the time when I was about to blow the cake. And guess what? I blew all the candles!!! =D Boy! I hope my wishes come true!
Besides a couple of goof-ups here and there which I tried to tolerate, the steamboat was alright and so was the cake. Yummy!