NOW THAT IT'S OVER


Finally, it's over and done with.
Personally, I don't see what's the big hype about being 21. I don't see why 21 should be special.

It's just so labour-intensive and cost-incurring to organize birthday bash.
And, after all, age is just a number. I'm still the same as who I was yesterday, the day before, and even the weeks before.
It's not as though my IQ has tripled overnight, or I've suddenly gained the wisdom of Solomon; though I won't say no to it. Heh. And while we're at it, I won't mind having the beauty of Ruth, too. And yes, a heart of David's, too.


Anyway, here it is:

Isn't this beautiful?

And it's made by Cherissa.
It's seriously got to be one of the sweetest hand-made cards I've ever seen, much less received.

Really, I salute birthday coordinators. It's not just about spending time and taking the effort. Creativity is also a must-have. And I bet it's never easy thinking up a different one for each and every birthday.

If I were the coordinator, chances are I would just pluck one of the commercially-made cards off the shelves and ring them up at the counter. Because already, thanks to schoolwork, I'm clocking in about 2 - 4hours of sleep for most weekdays; since I have to get out of bed at 5.30am in order to catch my 8am lectures. And also, because my arts and craft totally sucks. Handicraft skill, to me, is almost non-existent.

Not everyone is talented. Heh.


And not forgetting the wonderful present... ... ...

A CHILD CALLED "IT"!!! !!! !!!
BY DAVE PELZER!!!

The very book which I have been eying on and drooling after for months and months and months!!!

OH GOSH!!!
I nearly shriek out loud when I finally laid eyes on the book, after shredding off endless layers and layers and layers and layers of newspaper wrapping before --- at long last --- revealing the present buried deep within.
Thanks ah.


Anyway, on Sunday, my family went out for lunch at this wonderful restaurant at Harbourfront. Older brother booked a table for five beforehand. The food is really excellent; and the shrimps are totally fresh, succulent, and crunchy. Totally divine. AND the best of all: The price is reasonable; despite being weekend. I won't mind going back there, definitely.
And it's kind of rare that an eating outlet would rub on me this positively; because my typical non-committal response when asked how does the food taste, is: "Ok lor".
I'm hardly fussy regarding food. And by the same standard of measurement, hardly any food would evoke praises from me too; with the exception of Crispy Coffee Buns and Tiong Bahru Chwee Kueh.



Back to the book.

"As a child, Dave Pelzer was brutally beaten and starved by his emotionally unstable alcoholic mother, a mother who played tortuous, unpredictable games that left one of her sons nearly dead. She no longer considered him a son, but a slave; no longer a boy, but an "it". His bed was an old army cot in the basement, his clothes were torn and smelly, and, when he was allowed the luxury of food it was scraps from the dogs' bowl. The outside world knew nothing of the nightmare played out behind closed doors.

Dave dreamed of finding a family to love and call him their son. It took years of struggle, deprivation and despair to find his dream and make something of himself in the world. A Child Called "It" covers the early yeas of his life and is an affecting and inspirational memoir of one child's determination to survive."

Anyway, A Child Called "It" is just the first part of a 3-volume book series; covering mainly Dave's childhood. The other remaining 2 books are called The Lost Boy, and A Man Named Dave, respectively.


After reading the introduction, you've got to admit that it's a nice book, isn't it?
I've always preferred self-help books and non-fictional books to fictional ones.


And If you wanna borrow... ... ...









Beg me loh.








I might consider.
If, and only if, I'm in a good mood.






Haha. Joking.