be gone, birthday blues.
yesterday I lied to my boyfriend. there he was, all upset and alone on his 21st birthday, and I had to drop the bomb by telling him I couldn't celebrate it with him. I didn't even try to make him feel better with the usual 'oh don't worry I've got a nice big present for you,' or somewhere down that line. I said I was going to be working, that I was sorry, and that he shouldn't be so upset because we're meeting up on Friday. I was as insensitive as I wanted him to think.
then yesterday, at about 2 in the afternoon, I called him up and told him to hurry on downstairs because I was waiting for him at Sembawang- 'quick go and bathe, I want to meet you now. surprise!'
after alot of giggling for being so sneaky(me) and complaining due to the lack of sleep (him. forever him.) we managed to drag all our food down to the Botanic Gardens for a good old-fashioned picnic. the weather was perfect, so was my company (because I can score points too, Rizan.) I propose we do this more often from now on. I had so much fun, because I love spending lazy afternoons basking in all that sunshine, talking about funny moments with my lovely boyfriend. I figured at the end of the day, only we can stand each other. and that's all I need right now.
headed back to town at night for dessert at NYDC. I went there wanting to try something new, but only after the first bite of my mudpie did I realise I'd eaten it before. Jedi Mudster will be the next pie to attack, rest assured. (then again, everything tastes good when you're in love, haha!)
so anyway, happy 21st birthday to you babe. after all the agony you put me through for my own celebration, I decided you needed to get a taste of your own medicine. hope it was good for you as it was for me, in more ways than one. I love you. =]