Happy Birthday to Me
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It’s my birthday today! Or maybe it was yesterday. I’m still trying to get the hang of this time difference thing. I’m majorly jet-lagged and I’ve been suffering from insomnia for days. There’s an 11 hour time difference between New York and Hong Kong and my biological clock isn’t adjusting to the madness that is time difference.When I arrived in New York yesterday morning (or maybe it was the day before yesterday, because frankly, I have no idea what day it is today), I was feeling groggy and disorientated from the 15 hour flight. My limbs were all cramped up from being crammed in a tiny seat for 15 hours. I take back what I said about flights being fun, because they’re far from it. I was listening to The Hunger Games on audiobook in attempt to fall asleep to the monotonous voices. And when I finally managed to succumb to sweet slumber, the audiobook kept on blaring in my head and then I was startled into semi-consciousness. It’s like falling asleep to the television. You’re on the sofa watching Powerpuff Girls and you dose off, but after a few minutes Mojojojo goes “I AM MOJOJOJO” and you wake up to a hypnic jerk and you’re like “HUH? WHAT?!”
The moment I stepped out of that airport, I was greeted by the icy winds of New York City. It felt like hundreds of daggers being pierced through my skin and ice cubes forced through my ears and into my head. I literally experienced a brain freeze. It was until a while later did I realize that this December has been New York’s coldest winter in 75 years. The year I come to New York, it decides to set the record of coldest winter to date? I mean, I’m Asian. I’m from Hong Kong. I don’t do -10 celcius winters. Even the New Yorkers were bundled up in scarves and down jackets. If they find it cold, you can imagine how cold I was. Everyone knows that I’m the frailest person ever.
I celebrated my birthday twice. On my ‘official’ birthday, my parents took me to a Japanese restaurant called Nobu. And on my celebratory birthday, we went to a steakhouse with my cousins to have T-Bone steaks. The booming Italian waiters sang ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top of their voices while carrying a plate of cheesecake with a flaming candle planted in it. My dad got me a pair of Sony headphones and my mom bought me a load of random tidbits. I might take a photo of everything later. The rest of them still owe me presents. They obviously haven’t heard of my loan shark reputation.








