My mom shoves – though not literally – so many kinds of fruits down my throat daily for the past week I now pee tropical fruit punch. Ever since she found out about my awfully high blood pressure, she has been forcing me to take all sorts of exotic and creepy organic foodstuff. Now, apart from peeing 100% natural fruit juice, I have turned from lover of meat to a suicidal rabbit who craves nothing but red meat.
Bring me the cow!!!
To the woman in my life whom I never fail to love more than anyone,
the one whose imperfections perfect my life in every way,
whose faultless intention often misunderstood,
the glorious heroine of my life,
Happy Birthday, Mom.
Standing beside Miss Papayabanana as she found out about her failed attempt to surprise me on my birthday – again – was not a good experience, at all. It was an awesome plan, I’d say. I was supposed to stop by her place in Malacca to get something from her before she rushed to K.L. to the mall I planned to meet DC at just to pop out from nowhere and watch me puzzled with surprise and shock. But it failed, thanks to DC’s inability to keep a secret and the lack of determination to surprise me, probably due to the fact that he hadn’t gotten any surprise from us on his birthday, hence the probable hasrat dengki.
Knowing I was about to be surprised, I planned to surprise Miss Papayabanana instead. We hid behind the emergency exit at the mall and waited for about fifteen minutes before spotting the girl who tried her best to look normal in heels and lipstick and mascara for my birthday surprise. We sneaked up on her and stood behind her as she whispered to the waitress at Italiannies, “Do you have a lighter? I want to light up –” Then, we tapped on her shoulders as I paced myself beside her and smiled. SURPRISE RIGHT BACK AT YOU!!!
And she hit me like there was no tomorrow while the family of ten at the adjacent table stared with amusement. Thanks to DC’s plan to sneak up on her at the restaurant, she failed to surprise me with the cupcakes from Delectable as well, since we overheard her conversation with the waitress despite her attempt to whisper to the waitress as though she knew we were near. Yeah, we were. Very.
That was another unsuccessful attempt to surprise me but it never failed to make me feel thankful to have people who cared enough to make me smile on my birthday despite my bitchiness throughout the year.
To that one person I want to spend my entire life with, and I know I would,
the one I constantly fight with yet fail to love less,
the one I sleep with and kiss goodnight before I close my eyes,
the reason I wake up every morning,
the love of my life,
Happy Birthday, my dear.
