Today is Vincent boy’s birthday.
I suppose that new readers are not familiar with him.
He is like my pet brother, my mum loves him more than us.
Dim Sum at SS2 early in the morning and went to Swensen’s to buy him a cake.
ps : I didn’t even have a cake for my birthday this year.
I complained and claimed that she’s being unfair to me.
She promised that she’ll give me a sweet 18 next year, teehee!

Woooo, my mum’s sexy back.



This SWENSEN’S ice cream CAKE is not…….very cheap.



Then, headed to Vincent boy’s place.
This present from us is also not……very cheap.
What do you call this? No idea, a remote controlled car?



He likes the present a lot and never let go.



He grew vertically and horizontally, haha!



My mum says that Vincent looks like this character from the animated movie “Up”
Seriously, Vincent does look like him in real life, maybe not the pictures.



My mum’s handphone’s wallpaper.
Not 3 of her cute daughters but 3 of the kids.



Let the old pictures do some talking about Vincent boy.
When Vincent boy started coming to my house.
He liked to disturb me when I was practicing piano.



I think it was during Fifa World Cup, my mum bought him this shirt.
He first learned to sit on the shit pot and do “business”, haha.



Guest room was where he slept, overnight, sometimes.



My mum bought him this pajamas too.
Bed sheet, bolster and pillow cases, specially sewed for him because he likes Chicken little.
Ya, I guess my mum wants a son badly, *envious



My sister went to Thailand and bought him this attire.
He followed us out very often.
I remember this was the first time we went to Jusco, Klang.



That was my sister’s hair.



My mum asked him to pee in the house compound but not the toilet.
This is what you call “urged to pee”



In dad’s place.
He said :“I’m Superman!”



When he shaved bald and the ugly me was still with braces.



Shirt, pants, shoes from my mum, more expensive than what I was wearing.
98% of his clotting and toys in these pictures are gifted from my mum.



Brought him to family dinner, parties and events.
Concorde hotel’s buffet was not left out.



His birthday last year in our place too.
We celebrated his birthday every year except for the year when he was born.



Always the “fashion icon” or you can call him a supermodel.



Uncontrollable sensitivity, Thyroid gland is stimulated to balance my mentality.
Spontaneous burst of tears couldn’t be avoided while finding for these pictures.
My ex boyfriend and I claimed that we are Vincent’s papa and mama
He is seriously like our son because we pamper him too.
We brought him out often even when we were dating.



Jason boy on the left, he is Vincent’s younger brother.
We pamper both of them but this post is about Vincent, so yea~
Look at me, I was so happy.



I called up my ex boyfriend to wish his “son”.
He said “Maybe Vincent forgot his own father?”
I said “Can’t blame him, his father is heartless for leaving.”
He said “I’m not a monster” hahaha
Surprisingly, Vincent boy remembers.
Vincent said to him “Today is my birthday, why didn’t you come?”
Ouch, a sudden constriction of my heart, Thyroxine secreted again!



Do not judge or underestimate the love I had for my ex boyfriend.
It is not as easy as a piece of cake to get over.
People who underestimated, I don’t need you to understand but just feel the love we had.
Time passed fast, I’m over him but not the sweet and bitter memories.
Besides, the aversion to the past February and May is still existing.
Not only abhorrence but missing the memories, dilemma.
I’m still learning to let somebody in again.

I’m too emotional to say more.
This feeling is killing my body cells, headache since morning, I need to sleep.
Lastly, I just want to say that “Papa left but mama is always here.”

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