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two and twenty
posted December 17, 2008 12:42 am
Two days ago, I sat at my study table – a new addition to my array of furniture in my room – thinking about this day to come.
I’ve never really had much thought about birthdays in the past. They were mostly just another excuse to get together with close friends and splurge on expensive food, laughing about how old we’ve become and how many white hairs were sprouting from our scalps. One year ago I spent my birthday working from early morning to late evening, faced an awful set of scolding from a certain figure of authority and spent the remnants of the day reflecting on my incompetency which earned my reprimanding, under my blanket.
Two days ago, I was prepared to spend this day like it didn’t matter. I was ready to wake up, do my routine, crawl back home, kiss the boyfriend on the cheek and thank him for the ride home, and tuck myself in bed to end the day. See, birthdays never really meant much to me.
I was wrong.
I’d blog the day’s proceedings – right from the morning where Edmund rang me up and appeared right at my room door with a cheeky smile on his face, to the heart fluttering experience with my colleagues popping into the office with a huge tiramisu cake singing the birthday song, to the posh dinner I was whisked away to and the final few surprises which greeted me most unexpectedly when I got home – but I’d probably bore you half to death with my shabby narrative skills… so here’s some pictures to tell its thousand words instead.
The boyfriend gave me 22 items in my birthday gift.
Amongst the items, he created a pack customized for my comfort.
Items in Edmund Kwok’s Comfort Pack for Joanne Liyeng: All flavours of Lurve, Mentos mint, Chipsmore, Anglia Shandy *grins* and root beer.Priceless.
But that wasn’t the highlight, yet.
When this was presented to me, my curiosity was stroked beyond its limits. Even the box itself was a gift – it’s that cloth-like box from Ikea which I’ve always eyed on, but never found a good enough reason to part with my money for it.
Not one, but two Sandman comics. I’ve always wanted to own one, but never got around buying it.
I was shrieking with delight.
Then, there was dinner.
The boyfriend whisked me away in a car ride to this joint in the Curve.
We weren’t really hungry, so we ordered just one teeny dish. It’s some Unagi thing which we couldn’t finish, but it was good anyhow.
I’ll let the pictures do the talking.
We spent the rest of the night lurking around the Curve, watching people as they go by wrapping up business for the day. Traders closing their shops, mothers struggling to juggle between holding their children’s hands, their Christmas shopping and finding their car keys in their hand bags.
We sat and watched street singers deliver their last number.
I concluded there and then that this was, by far, the best birthday I’ve ever had in ages.
Thank you all for the presents, the spammy FB wall wishes, the SMSes, the calls, the surprises, the lunch, the cake(s), the many many things done and sacrificed just to make this day a special one for me.
Thank you, most of all, for being with me, and going the extra mile.
I am two and twenty, and I have the rest of my life to spend.
With you.Posted in
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