Happy Birthday to Me II

In the early morning of 22nd November, before I set off for attachment, Mum told me someone was looking for me at the door. I had no idea who it could be. Huh ? Michelle's maid? What's she doing here? She had something for me, Levi's vouchers! Haha... That made a difference to the rest of my day. Even joining a small class in hydrotherapy in the chilly rainy weather didn't seem so bad.

Later that evening, my family and I went to Thai Express for dinner together. Everyone was there, even brother-in-law turned up! It started sorta grouchily with chippy pissed off at everyone for being late, and at pig pig for forgetting to bring the present. Well, it's my Birthday afterall! How long can she be grouchy? All of us enjoyed the food and fantastic service of the crew. Papa really gave me a very pleasant suprise this year: being quite a traditionalist, he had always been reluctant to let us own a set of house keys. To Papa, not having your own keys implied that you can't come back too late after dark. If not, you'll be locked out. Well, we all got our own keys eventually under inevitable circumstances. We didn't have a maid (domestic helper) for a period of time a few years back, and had to have keys, if not, there'd be no one to open the door for us. It was symbolic to me when Papa volunteered to get me a key for birthday. It wasn't just a pendant, to me, it was more like a gift of independence.

I absolutely loved that evening. Didn't want a moment of it to end.

Later at night, bei bei came by after work. We met up downstairs for a chat. He wanted me to get something from storage space in front of me, there lay an envelope with my pet-name written on it. When I opened it. I couldn't believe my eyes, I felt a rush of mixed emotions sweep over me. My eyes started to blur, and my nose started to run. This Jud Jud of mine, had hand-made me a card! I absolutely touched to tears! I was also sorta angry at him for bluffing me that he was really clueless when it came to making a card, and therefore didn't make one for me.

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I love handicraft, I love to make stuffs for the people whom I care about. I made him lots of cards especially. Everytime I gave him a card, he would complement me and apologetically told me he's bad at it to explain not making them for me. On particular weekend morning before my birthday, I gave him a surprise visit at home, expecting him to be sound asleep in bed, I found bei bei's room with lights on, when I opened the door, I saw a panda-eyed bei bei bent over his table in concentration, apparently in the midst of cutting and gluing something. Hahaha...

"Wei !" he protested.

"Hahaha..." I laughed triumphantly, proud of having discovered his secret mission.

Later that day, he had convinced me into thinking that he didn't have any ideas of how to make the card at all.

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When I saw the pinkish paper when an essay written on it, my tears flowed involuntarily for a while. We stayed downstairs and chatted for quite some time. It had been a day filled with pleasant suprises. I felt so happy that I hoped this day would not end.