Entry: My Vday Story Wednesday, February 15, 2006



I know I have been bragging/ gushing a lot about ZH lately, but this entry is justified. Not that I have to justify each time I'm being a real show-off, but I'll just state my reason anyway. I have never had a proper Vday celebration before.

 

This year, I thought that ZH's booking of a chalet and preparing the bbq - from the grocery-shopping, the setting up of the fire, right down to the cooking itself - over the weekend was to be my Vday present. Tonight was just supposed to be his accompanying a demanding gf to watch Fearless and satisfying her craving for/ intention to get him to try Pepper Lunch. 

 

So we sat ourselves down to dinner. Somewhere in between my vague attempt at "cooking" for him, he suddenly remarked that he thought I looked very pretty in my little black dress, but it was lacking something, somehow… he couldn't quite put a finger on it… which would make me look perfect. I raised an eyebrow – I always do – and wondered why he had made such a comment which made me want to laugh and cry at the same time! Decided to let the matter rest for a while.

 

Naturally, my curiosity picked up soon afterwards, and I pursued my line of firing, but to no avail. It was only when we had found our seats in the cinema that he let out, "Ok, I have to give this to you now. Otherwise very uncomfortable." He fished out a sizeable bag from his backpocket, which he had stuffed inside - no wonder it was uncomfortable, poor fellow- retrieved a light blue box from it, and handed it to me. In the half-darkness, I read the attached card (though barely), unknotted the ribbon, opened the lid of the box and voila – sitting inside was a lovely necklace. Look, see for yourself! Right column, middle one: http://www.citigems.com.sg/Pendants.asp?Pg=4. Pretty, no?? And I got him 2 bags of sour plum (suan mei)... 

 

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February 15, 2006   11:47 PM PST
 
you guys are gonna give me diabetes...:) cheers lpee :)

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