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Happy birthday my love

Ciao tutti :)

It's been awhile since my last post. I often feeling down and sad recently.. Really don't wanna sum it up in my blog. I'm tired of the dramas and now I don't give a F no more. I'm overwhelmed with endless wedding parties and also those boring questions, asking me about marriage and things. Chinese NY pretty much the same. The conversation between my family always revolves around marriage. I was like, "Egypt is about to burn down, can you guys find other topic that more interesting and educational to talk to and stop taking care about those shit?" Yes I am so mad. Like, we'll get married someday. Enough.
So now I wanna a fresh start. And let's talk about my boyfriend's birthday :)

On February 7th, Dieter celebrated his 25th birthday.. I was in such desperation in searching the perfect gift. Cos I've known him for more than eight years... So you know, I've been there, done that. 
Finally, the bulb light and here comes the idea.
The fact that he hates romantic thing tickle me to do something romantic for him. 
I wanted the moment to be memorable, like dinner on Singapore Flyer or maybe a romantic place that he never thought of... I had a butterfly in my stomach just to think about it. How romantic... 
I was this close from buying ticket and things but suddenly reality slapped me. Would it be a little bit ridiculous to kidnap him from work and go straight to the airport? Beside, what should we tell our parents about this? And I wonder how his reaction toward this. I mean, it would cost a fortune although it would worth every penny.
Conclusion: Plan A is a total disaster. 

Plan B was arranging a birthday dinner, or so we say -fine dining. We never do something like that before cos it freak us out. We always have something to talk over dinner and often involves funny thing that make we LOL all the time. Anyway.. after careful consideration, I chose GH Universal Hotel as our very first witness on fine dining experience. To make the night even more memorable, I prepare a little surprise.

Cos his birthday fell on Monday, we're still working. He finished work on 7PM, I was so scared the surprise will turn out to be a major failure. But later I found out that the restaurant opens 24 hours. *sigh. So we had a late dinner on about 9ish PM
On our way to the hotel, he didn't have any idea where we going cos I was behind the wheel. I said something like, "let me drive cos I know you're tired". Then I told him to unbuttoned his shirt to covered his eyes. He said, "hey I'm freezing". I was like, "Don't worry cos I bring you the new one". I put on his new shirt and then I start driving. When we reach the place, he seemed have no idea where we were. And when he found out, he was surprised cos he thought I'd be taking him to Padma or Hilton or Hyatt. He kept guessing on our way with his eyes covered. I'm so thrilled cos he couldn't find the right answer. Lol

The next scene was... We're having a great time :) In the end of our dinner, the waiter and his friends came by to our table, brought the birthday cake (which I've prepared before) and then sing "happy birthday" ahh... what a sweet moment :D





candle light dinner. LOL
the birthday cake




blow the candle,  baby.. hope your wishes coming true


me luv you


Happy birthday my love... 
Each year I will love you more and more. 
Remember that your best years are still ahead of you 
and I promise to be there for every up, down, and in between. 
GBU along the way. 
Lots of love kisses xoxo

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Demetrius said…
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siz said…
how sweet taaann..

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