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My Full Thirtieth.

Thirty-one,

More precisely, a record of my full thirtieth #birthdayparty..

#TerraceRoom #Doljanchi

The surprise cake was so pretty.. It sparkled,,

First, cheers -

Taking photos is hard,,,

But photos are what remain, so

Definitely, more consciously these days than when I was much younger,

I try to take many photos together ㅎ.ㅎ

The menu for my thirtieth ‘first birthday’ party,,

Col.lapse.

It collapsed.

The main ‘first birthday’ party begins -

Getting my picture taken…

A thirty-one-year-old adult who doesn’t know what to do,,

Playing peek-a-boo and acting cute..

Eventually, the surging awkwardness made me burst out laughing,,

Still, I sang the birthday song and made a wish..!

The gang who planned this ‘first birthday’ party,,💛 Thanks

Two married women.. Soon one more will be married 🥲

Bye bye,,

Hawaiian, whom I’m seeing for the last time before she goes to Hong Kong,,🌺

We exchanged cool goodbyes..

p.s. The inside of the cake I was curious about,,,

Yellow, to match the concept

And it tasted like PpoTto ㅋ.ㅋ

Even past thirty, still the same,,💛

I want to stay immature forever..🌝