Aftermath

How did my birthday went? It was swell actually. My dearest send me dozen of roses plus a teddy bear...nice eh? But I didn't take the ripple it will cause in my office, starting from my collegue who blares out loud about my birthday and there is something at the receptionist for me. Yes, there is something actually for me. I was puzzled at first, who the hell in their right mind would send flowers to a guy.

By the way, the receptionist did call my extension but I was in the toilet at that time, mind you of what I'm doing there in the morning, it's my business..sheesh. So there I was at the counter, all puzzled and was very sure that the things are for me. Yup, sceptical and guilty as charged. Fiddling thru the bouquet, I manage to find the small card and peek inside...jeng jeng jeng....oh the tension is a killer. Yes, it was from my significant other. Last year I send to him somewhat similar items, to his work place...imagine the attention he gets that day..well what do you know, I got the same yesterday. Problem is all the people here in the office thinks it was from my girl friend...yeahhhhh....righttttttt........ Like that gonna happen real soon or ever.

Being tease is one thing, but getting it left, right and basically from all sides does freak me out. How will I answer them? Can they handle the truth? Or shuold I just smile and hope that they will forget it quick, really quick. And yeah after that I got a little jug and a freaking big cup as a present as well.

Best part was, I did call my mom and she was frantically calling up my sisters to get hold of my mobile. Not that I didn't trust my mum or what but I need to take it slow. I don't want to end up where I left before. That will make no sense at all. The point is, my mum was glad that I called and all she wanted to do was wish me a happy birthday...oh don't look at me like I'm a bad and ungrateful son ( even though I am, but please don't burst my bubble on my fun day). Talked for a while and told her I'm going back on the following weeks after the school break. I don't like fighting on the road with all the soccer mums and dads hauling their offsprings for "balik kampung" session, hence why I choose the date and plus there is another round of......*que dramatic music pleas*....paintball war! This time somebody gonna get hurt real bad. Last time I played, I manage to avoid getting hit. Either I'm that good or the opponent gets killed easily. Morale boosting moments here people.

Apart from that, I think my butt is gonna be on a hot seat today. Indulge on that thought, but not too much or to a certain degree and get it out from the gutter..its not that sleezy.