Hello there!

Long time, no see, I know.

For a while I had a writer’s block, and then I had a week kinda off, just chilling, meeting with friends, and getting back on my workout routine – because I’ve been quite bad with exercising lately, and I can surely see it on myself – but now I’m happy to say that I am reloaded.

One of my dearest friends, Ella, had her birthday last week and we had a bit of a celebration. Nothing big, just the two of us, having a girls’ night in.

First of all, I had a few thoughts about birthdays in general. How different they were when we were little, but somehow they’re still the same – that doesn’t really make any sense, does it?

For me, one thing has really changed, and I believe it did for most of the people – the excitement. Back in the day, we’d get some sort of toy (or book, in my case) and chocolate and a cake. My parents had to be creative, and not just send me an email, asking what I’d like to get. And when they give it to me, I’m obviously happy, but I know from the shape what it’s going to be – and that excitement of not knowing what’s in the bag is not there anymore.

Thankfully, as we’re older, we have a few actual friends, who we’re not only friends with because our moms have play dates every week. These real friends can surprise us.

I personally love buying presents for the people I love, and not to have a big face, but I usually succeed to give them good ones. Those faces are priceless.

Also, I’m not going to say that I don’t like getting presents, because I do like it, hell yeah, free stuff! But besides that, it can be very awkward. I don’t even need to tell you more about that, because I’m sure we all had those moments. Got shivers just thinking about it.

And the partying, oh, the partying.

Back in the day, it would be some of those kids from your kindergarten (also know as nursery school), relatives and some children from the friend circle of your parents. Maybe there was a clown, or an inflatable bouncy castle and everybody was all over the cake.

Now, you have two separated parties – one with the family, where you get the presents from them, there’s  cake, with a lot of candles, chatting and lunch/dinner. And then you have one with the friends. Don’t get me wrong, you can still have a family kind of birthday with your mates, but if you go out partying with them… Just imagine what would your mom say if she saw you in that state. Wait, no, don’t do that, it’s terrible.

Basically, you’re lucky if your friends don’t light you on fire when they stick a candle in the middle of some food, most likely pizza, nachos or peanuts.

Secondly, some of the things we did.

We started off with buying hair dye. Blonde hair dye.

Because we, the reckless, against all the warnings, decided that we’ll try and dye Ella’s hair blonde. And we did try, but let’s just say, that you shouldn’t. It was funny tho, and not that terrible, but Ella is going to the hairdresser to get her hair fixed, and get a fabulous (and actually blonde) hair crown. It will suit her, that’s for sure at least.

We also ordered pizza, which arrived when we began dying her hair. Imagine the following situation: me, with gloves on, cry laughing, mixing the hair dye in a mug, while shouting at Ella to come, because I can’t stop mixing. Also, the guy who took my order, misunderstood my name, so at that point I was no longer Lili. I was Lydia.  The whole thing was hilarious.

We stayed up late, talking, and slept till noon the next day. Let’s not forget about getting ready together (and singing) when you have to leave your apartment – because we do that on a professional level.


What are your thoughts on birthdays? Do you feel the same way about presents as me?

If you had your birthday recently, or it’s close, I want to wish you a Happy Birthday!

Lots of love,




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