.: Do You Fight Fair? :.

Do I fight fair?

I was reading this article in Readers Digest (October 2003) just the other night.

Side note : I’ve always wanted to subscribe to Readers Digest, but due to my stinginess (I rather use the word frugalness – well, I’ve read an article about distinguishing between stingy and frugal, but we will leave that discussion to another day now, shouldn’t we *wink*) I’ve never gotten around it. And just the other day, where JC got his house repainted, his dad was about to dispose the older copies of Readers Digest, and he knew I love to read it so much (coz everytime when I go over and on the table lays the latest copy for the month, I will read it from cover to cover – till JC sometimes say I’m actually ignoring him *hehe*) so he asked if I would like to have them. I was super ecstatic ok! :)

So I have at home now with me about 30 copies of Readers Digest for my reading pleasure, usually in bed before I sleep. Wish I could take more, but knowing that my room itself is in dire need to cleaning as it has been too cluttered over the years of non de-cluttering (is there even such a word?), I stick to the 30 copies instead.

Anyways, back to the topic, do I fight fair?

When it comes to argument, be it with family members, and now the more frequent ones, with JC, or a friendly, playful debate with my friends, the parties involved have provided feedbacks on the way I argue. And the common feedback that I have from all parties is – that I argue like a lawyer.

What they meant to say is I like to argue based on facts, but somehow would manipulatively twist the facts (wow, I didn’t know I’m manipulative) until the “defendant” reach a dead-end. And no matter what answer he or she gives, I will have a comeback argument for him or her. So much so that they would just dismiss the argument with “It’s such a waste you’re in the wrong profession now, as you would make a good lawyer…”, often this statement is accompanied with a bitter, sarcastic tone.

I guess to a certain extend; it has to be true (due to corroborative statements from totally unrelated parties).

The article also wrote about other signs that we need to look out for that we are fighting dirty :



1) Swallowing your gripes, then dumping them all at once.



2) Playing prosecutor



3) Getting to intense



4) Trying to win at all cost



5) Not letting the other part know that you love him/her



6) Get defensive



7) Be nasty



I really guess I would need to correct the way I fight with others, if not, it would really cause a strain in my relationships with others. Ok, will work towards learning to fight fair and square! :)

.: My Blog :.

One of my more favourite past time is to read people’s blog.
Well, it’s not like I really have nothing better to do, or that I like stalking other people’s life (like how Qianhui so nicely put it).
But rather, I like to see the perspective and approach some people view or take in their life.
They might be my friends whom I’ve known for years, or people I just met, or some a perfect stranger.

It’s amazing how much you can learn about someone from the way they blog, from their spellings the fonts and colours they use, to the actual content of each posting.
And sometimes, you can learn even much more by reading between the lines.

SuM PpL i KnOE Lyk 2 TyPe LiDDis!

And some people use loads and loads of emoticons like and colourful colours

Some, with the mix of Bahasa Manglish cham-cham language also boleh pakai wan lah

And some would write pages and pages long when they are emo-ing.

Some, just a one-two liner of really deep thoughts.

Some just post pics *click* and pics *click* and more pics *click*click*click*.

Some blogs are just F*&k#%$ vulgar with $*&T loads of foul words.

Interestingly enough, when I read back mine, I wonder if I really project the person I’m

I shall describe my blog as being occasionally-mild-emo-very-unentertaining-with-rare-appearance-of-any-sort-of-pictures.

The underlying purpose of me creating a blog was really as alternative mean to express my thoughts, perceptions, emotions, will, memory and imagination of who I really am deep down inside.

And the truth of the matter is, this blog is my emotional sanctuary.

.: Blessed Birthday JC :.

May God bless you on your birthday and always

It's God who knows our every need

And hears each prayer we say

It is He who grants us our heart content

And guide us through each day

So may it be His gracious will

To always give to you

His understanding

And his love

And all his blessings too

Happy Birthday!

Dedicated to dearest JC who turned a quarter century old today...

hugz & kisses

xoxo

.: Count Thy Blessings :.

Sometimes, we just need a gentle nudge to remind us to count our blessings and let go of our sorrows, especially when we are now ushering into the new year.....

I have in my hands two boxes,
Which God gave me to hold,
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,
And all your joys in the gold."

I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black was as light as before.

With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why,
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole,
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.

I showed the hole to God, and mused,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My child, they're all here with me.."

I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,
Why the gold and the black with the hole?
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go."

.: CON-sultants :.

Dedicated to all the consultants out there :)

A shepherd was herding his flock in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW appeared in a cloud of dust. The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, RayBan sunglasses and YSL tie, leaned out the window and asked the shepherd, "If I tell you how many sheep you have, will you give me one?"

The shepherd looked at the yuppie, then at his grazing flock, and calmly answered, "Okay."

The yuppie parked his car, grabbed his handheld GPS, whipped out his Pocket PC, surfed to NASA's web site, entered in the GPS data, brought up a recent ultra-high-resolution satellite photo, transferred it to Photoshop and exported it to an image processing facility in Hamburg. Within seconds, his Blackberry had an email notifying him that his image was processed and its data stored in a SQL database on a networked server nearby. He downloaded the data into an ODBC-connected Excel spreadsheet, ran a statistical analysis, transferred the results to Word, outlined it, massaged the outline, then OLEd it into a short PowerPoint presentation, which he then showed to the shepherd.

It read, simply, "1,586."

"That's right. Well, I guess you can have a sheep."

The young man selected an animal and loaded it into the BMW's trunk.

The shepherd then asked him, "If I can name your profession, can I have my sheep back?"
The man said, "Okay, sure. Why not?"

Without a moment's hesitation, the shepherd said, "You're a consultant." "That's right!" said the yuppie, "but how did you know?"

"Easy. You showed up here even though nobody called you; you expected to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked; and, you don't know a damned thing about my business. Now give me back my dog!!!"

.: I Believe ... :.

I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality...

Biologically, I think it is true, or so what my Bio teacher taught me.
The chromosome that determines the sex, i.e. the 24th chromosome are either
XX - male
XY - female

However, there's mutation of the genes, which causes some genes to be XXY
Therefore, a male, born with a Y alel (the female alel). Such syndrome is known as the XXY Syndrome or the Klinefelter Syndrome. To know more, click here

I've known some friends who are gays, and I've hearn rumour of a few lesbians among my friends.

Back in secondary school, there was a lesbian couple, a Chinese girl and an Indian girl, who both have no problem expressing their affections towards each other. They were groping and caressing each other in public without feeling any shame.

Public display of affections (PDAs) are fine with me, just make sure that you put a limit to it, coz you are doing it in public, not in private, and people are watching.

Anyways, back to lesbian and gay couples, I'm sure that my cousin Yin & Swi Shyang has more stories to tell since Yin was from an all-girls school and Shyang was from a boys school.

Is our sexuality really our choice? Or are we actually born with it?

I don't really know.

What do you think?

.: These Are The Moments, I Thank God That I'm Alive :.

It's been a real fulfilling weekend.

It begin on Friday night, where we had a mini gathering / pre-christmas gathering in Seat Jian's house. I was suppose to be there by 8pm, but I end up delaying the rest in starting dinner till 9pm (though I insisted that they start without me, they were all so nice to have waited for me).

Seat Jian's mom made really yummy pork spare ribs, juicy beef burger patties and lovely roasted chicken thighs.

Seat Jian made some spaghetti bolognese.

Drew made chicken liver lasagna - only told us it was made of liver after some of us has already scooped some on our plates. Having said that, I have nothing against liver - plus it did taste good for someone cooking lasagna for the first time. Well done, Drew!

Well, us girls (Jes, Sue May, Qian Hui and myself) brought the "easier" stuff - drinks, cakes (Secret Recipe Choc Indulgence *mmm.....*) and fruits (we even brought the watermelon uncut, leaving the guys to cut it up nicely for us *wink*)

It was really a good job, and I'm so proud of Drew & Seat Jian for making such delicious meals and in fact they did clean up the dishes later. So husband-material. *ehem*

(Free publicity for the both of them).

Sue May was really hyper-ed after dinner, so she, Qian Hui, Seat Jian and Seat Jian's two college friends (Wayne & Wen Xian) went out for a movie.

Drew, Jes and I ajourn back home.

Well, I actually detoured and drop by kor's house to pass him some cakes and gingerbread cookies, and How I Met Your Mother was on tv, so I stayed to watch that show. Learn something new - Lemon Law. Must try that out when I start dating again. *wink*wink*

Well, on Saturday morning, I woke up early for my dental appointment at 9am. After my appointment, I went to SLS Church for my confirmation class, and after class, rushed to Cyberjaya (such a long drive from my place) to pick Yin. (Yin, you better appreciate all this okies? *wink*)

On the way back, we drop by for lunch in Sri Petaling in this place called Fusion Heaven, which my brother highly recommended us to try out - especially the dessert. And was he so right!

I absolutely love it! They serve a warm chocolate pudding on top of vanilla cranberry ice-cream. And inside the pudding, it's filled with chocolate sauce, ooooozzzzzing out.

Gosh, it really felt like heaven!

Went home after lunch and took a looooooong nap, only to wake up in time for dinner.

Went to Paramount Garden to have Hokkien fried noodles and Kung Po Claypot Frog Porridge. Mmmmmmmm. :)

Went home after that to watch this Korean movie on 8TV - My Girl & I.

It was really a tragic love movie, with a sad ending. And I can't help but cry. The reason why I enjoy watching and tearing over sappy old movies is because that even though the storylines are so predictable and corny, nobody in reality (or at least in my reality) says things like

"I've decided. Everytime I laugh, cry, and live, it'll be for you"

or

"My grandmother was meant for my grandfather, my mom was meant for my dad, I hope that you are meant for me."

This is only what young lovers would say in the innocence and naiveness of love.

I feel that perhaps this is the reason why I love watch these kind of movies - secretly hoping that one day someone will say words like those to me. I love being loved, and undeniably, I love affections and attentions from the people I love. I love being reassured, being cuddled, being hugged, etc. Sometimes, I feel that I do not have enough of those!

I later then watch National Treasure II - Books of Secret at Cineleisure with JC. Show was suppose to start at 11.30, but somehow it was delayed until 12am. It was a good show nonetheless, and I personally think it's one of the better shows I've watched this year.

Sunday (today) my confirmation in church by the Bishop. Got my certificate of confirmation *so proud* :)

After church, had yet another argument with JC, and now I'm mad at him. But I shouldn't be so bothered about it anyway, wasting all my energy into being angry. I have other better things to do. And I just have to learn to let go alot of things and baggage in my life, and being in this relationship has really taught me so much.

So here I'm, on a Sunday night, recapping my weekend well spent, with the people I love and care about. And I thank God once again for these beautiful moments, that I truly appreciate.

And these are the moments,
I thank God that I'm alive.
And these are the moments,
I'll remember all my life.
I've got all I've waited for,
I could not ask for more.
- Edwin McCain -

.: And That's How The Cookie Crumbles :.

It's super quiet in the office today. Nothing much is going on, as half of my colleagues are already on leave till the end of the year. As for me, the only reason why I'm not on leave is because I've none left, no thanks to taking all my leave for exams. In fact, I have about half a month of unpaid leave to be deducted in my Dec salary. What a way to celebrate Christmas. But as one of my colleague said, the best Christmas present for me is that I've passed my exams. I guess that true. A sacrifice worth making I suppose.

I baked yesterday. Gingerbread Man. Well, some of them are slightly burnt - let's just say I'm not racist, so that's why there are some Gingerbread man darker than the others ( this is the semangat perpaduan ) that our Prime Minister is preaching about. *wink*

Jokes aside, the first batch of cookies really was slightly burnt and turned out darker. Having learn from the first mistake, I took out the cookies slightly earlier even though it was still "soft". Apparently, the texture of the cookies was suppose to be like that, but after it cool down, it hardens. Think it's because of the molasses.

Personally, I think it was too sweet, and really lack of spice (I can hardly tell that there was ginger in there), but the cinnamon really made the cookies smell so lovely when they came out from the oven. Mmmmmmm.....

The original plan was to use a cookie cutter to cut out the shape of the cookies, but after hunting high and low for it, to no avail, I've finally decided to use free hand stencil instead. So, there I was outlining my stencil one by one, with a knife, the lil gingerbread man, and transferring it to the baking tray. In the process, some of the cookie dough crumbled and needless to say, there was a huge wastage of time. I was a real tedious process, especially for someone as unmeticulous as I am. So after making like 2 dozens of the gingerbread man, I used my mom's cookie cutter to cut a spade shape cookies. So much faster and efficient, but not as Christmas-y feeling as the Gingerbread Man. The final last bits of the dough, I decided to make a lil Christmas Tree, and it turned out so cute :)

Well, that's it for my cookie making experience (it's my first self baked cookies), so on to my next project. *wink*

JC says that that is what he dislike about me, after making once and that's it. No making a few more batches to perfect it, etc, etc....

Well, I guess for me it's more about the thrill of trying something new. For me, having to do the same thing again, but better, is not as challenging as having to do something new altogether.

.: I Believe ... :.

I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye ...

It's true to a certain extend, that we can never be truly appreciative of what we got until we have to part with or do without.

It's the taken-for-grantedness attitude we, as human being, have.

There will come a day, where we will have to say goodbye, nothing will last forever.

And perhaps, the only way to mitigate this is to once in a while stop running the rat race, take a step back and savor the moments we have with the people we love.

We will never know if there's another chance to do just that.

Specially dedicated to my late Grandpa whom I miss so dearly...

It's been one and the half years since he left us, but the memories still remains with all of us.

Whenever I see someone who reminds me of my Grandpa, I still cry.

I really miss him.

.: I Believe ... :.

I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side ...

When we look at the other side of the fence, the grass always does seem greener doesn't it?
And somewhere out there, someone else who is at the other side, wishing that they could be where we are - the supposedly "greener" side.

I was having a conversation with Seat Jian the other day. What struck me was that in life, if we do not like where we are now; we can change two things;

our environment

or

our perspective

During a conversation with a few of my accountant friends, we noted a unusual trend that there seems to be a demand for accountants in every part of the world. But the unusual part is this - accountants from the UK are migrating to Australia, and the accountants from Australia are migrating to UK.

Accountants from China are looking West, while the Westerners are moving East.

As for me, I used to be so eager to go overseas. Even as I was doing my ACCA, I remember that my parents promised to send me overseas to do my final core papers (the final 3 papers), but when they went back on their words, I was very very devestated.

Then, if you ask me to make that choice of being here in Malaysia or going overseas to work, without skipping a beat, I would say overseas.

But ask me the same Question now, and I will hesistate.

I'm now learning to see that the grass on my side is green too, learn to appreciate and be thankful for all the opportunities I had here (those that I would have missed if I was working overseas). Yes, I know, there's sacrifises that I've made - my career progression, my opportunity to earn more moolah, my experience of four seasons, etc...

But can that replace the moments I spend with my family?

Replace the birthdays, christmas, new years we celebrate?

Replace the people (including JC) that I've met here?

Honestly, I rather not........

.: Happy Birthday Yin :.

Dear Yin,

Whenever I hear the lyrics of this song, I really want to dedicate this to you. I've seen you grown from the lil baby you were to the beautiful girl you are now. Never forget that you are truly an amazing and special person, unique in every single way.

I know that it's usually the birthday girl who makes the wish, but this is my wish for you....

My Wish : Rascal Flatt

I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow,
and each road leads you where you wanna go,
and if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.
And if one door opens to another door closed,
I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,
if it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile.
But more than anything, more than anything...

My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
your dreams stay big, your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

I hope you never look back, but you never forget,
all the ones who love you, in the place you left,
I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,
and you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,
and always give more than you take.
But More than anything, yeah, more than anything...

My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
your dreams stay big, your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish. Yeah.

My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
your dreams stay big, your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish

Happy and Blessed Birthday !!

.: The 20 Dollars Bill :.

Sometimes we just need to be reminded!

A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked,"Who would like this $20 bill?"

Hands started going up.

He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this."

He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill.

He then asked, "Who still wants it?"

Still the hands were up in the air.

Well, he replied, "What if I do this?"

And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?"
Still the hands went into the air .

My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson.
No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.

Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you.

The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE.

You are special.

Don't EVER forget it.

Pass this on to as many people as you can. You may never know the lives it touches, the hurting hearts it speaks to, or the hope that it can bring.

Count your blessings, not your problems.

If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it.

.: I Believe ... :.

I believe you can't appreciate true love until you've been burned ...

When I love, I love whole-heartedly.
I will take the chance that I might not be loved in return
I will take the risk of getting my heart broken.

And if you were to ask me, would I do it all over again, I'd say yes.

You have not truly lived your life, if you've never experience heartaches and heartbreaks.

How can you fully appreciate what you have now?

If you never knew what it was like losing it?

Indeed, we will never appreciate true love, until we know what it is like living without it.

.: Results!Results!Results! :.

Again, I just hate the anticipation of getting my results, which will be out in less than 11 hours.

I'm just so stressed out!

Updated (Sat morning - the morning after)

To realize the value of one year: Ask a student who has failed a final exam.

To realize the value of one month: Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.

To realize the value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize the value of one hour: Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realize the value of one minute: Ask the person who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize the value of one second: Ask a person who has survived an accident.

To realize the value of one millisecond: Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.

And to realise the value of ONE mark: Ask the person who passed an exam paper on the dot (that's me!)

Well, the stress of anticipating for the exam results is finally over, and I really thank God that I pass this time round. Am really happy that I did, even though I know I did not do well at all. It was indeed because of God's grace and goodness.

When the marks came out, I was even more thankful. I got exactly 50marks, which is the required mark to pass this paper.

Having been taking many exams (from highschool days to ACCA and now ICAEW) and receiving results after results after results, it still never fail to make me so anxious about my results. Coz I always, always, always feel that I did not do my best and "think I will fail this time - seriously" (I know many of you guys have heard me saying that like over and over again - it's the same old line I use, isn't it?)

But honestly, this is the way I feel! I don't recall a time where I came out of the exam halls thinking to myself "This time, I know I can pass". Admire those who can gauge themselves that way.

Anyways, I never really am bothered much about the marks, but being at the borderline (this time really on the borderline), just makes me be extra thankful. :)

Well, to all those who has passed, congrats! :)

.: When Boyz Become Men :.

Was having an full day in-house course today in Wisma Hong Leong where I work. Was standing next to two guys, one talking passionately (not that kinda passion) to this other guy. Wondering what they were talking about, since he sounded so intense and so serious, I started to eavesdrop on their conversation (as far as I know, it is not illegal to eavesdrop in this country) and guess what they were talking about...

WARCRAFT

*sigh*

Two grown up, working men, talking about Warcraft during lunch break. Can't they be more mature, grow up, and talk about something like global warming, or the next economic crisis/boom, or anything to that line?

Boyz will never be men would they?

.: 4th Floor...Going Up :.

I was really late to work this morning. Left for work at my usual time of 7.45am. But the traffic was so bad, right in front of my house turning into Seksyen 17 (ok..so I don't know the name of that road *blush*). And after an hour, we only moved less that a kilometer (not exaggerating!). It turns out that there was a police roadblock right opposite SIB Church and the two petrol station. So from four lanes to two lanes.

A roadblock during rush hour! How sensible are people nowadays?

Was thinking that since it was a Selangor public holiday, it should not have been so jam. But ends up the other way round. Well, the roadblock is most likely to prevent another illegal gathering in KL, but it's also preventing people like me to get to work on time!

Anyhows, arrived at office at about 9.45am (two hours - I could reach Malacca in two hours!) panting and gasping for air (ok, so this time I'm exaggerating) running (ok - fast walking) from the Raja Chulan monorail station to my office.

So there I was at the lobby, with others, who are also late probably for the same reason I was, waiting for the lift. And there was this two British men (can tell from their accents) who walked into the lift, as all of us did, looked at the lift buttons, mumbled a few words to each other, then walked out of the lift.

I took a few seconds to register the conversation they exchanged. One of the men actually said something to this effect

"No 4th floor. We must be in the wrong lift."

Well, I guess they didn't know that 3A is the 4th floor. Typical chinese aren't we, that we are so pantang of the number 4.

Too bad my synapses is a lil bit too slow, if not, I could have informed them.

.: The Notebook (based on a Nicholas Sparks novel) :.

I've bought this DVD a long time ago in SS2 together with Kor, but only on Sun morning (12am to be exact) did I manage to watch The Notebook.

This story is based on a novel by Nicholas Sparks (as you all know, I'm a big fan of Nicholas Sparks).

I love this movie so so so much, and I'm going to watch it again and again. Needless to say, tears were shedded and my heart was touched. How beautiful love story of Noah and Allie, from how they met, to where they are now, 40 - 50 years down the road.

This story reminds me of something my Grandma used to say. "Kalau ada jodoh, takkan lari." (my Grandma is Peranakan, so she speaks to us in Peranakan, which is something like a cross between BM and Hokkien) which literally translates to "If it's fated, it will never run."

Do watch this movie, or at least read his novel....

.: Enchanted :.

Watched a midnight movie in Cineleisure on Friday. Movie title Enchanted starring Patrick "McDreamy" Dempsey as Robert Phillip and Amy Adams as Giselle.

This movie is about how fantasy collides with reality, where Giselle learns the harsh true reality of the world, after being banished by the evil Queen Narrissa, Prince Edward's step-mother to New York.

Her innocence, naiveness, child-like view of people makes me wonder if there's actually such a person in reality who thinks just like her.

So, like all fairy tales, this movie ends with a happily ever after (but how could it not, right?).

Not going to elaborate further for those of you who have not watched the movie yet.

Strangly enough, I find the movie quite disappointing, but to be fair, I had really high expectations of it being that I've heard many great reviews from friends. It is a movie that I would pay to watch, but not for the second time.

Ever wonder if the power of true love's kiss is that magical ? *wink*

.: Big Thank You! :.

Siew Han , Thiam Soon , Edward , Ah Qian , Ah Fei , Ah Xiao , Ah Suk , Ah Ser , Yin Zhi , Seat Jian , Hean Lee , Jesamine , Jun Wei , Tze Lin , Nadia , Nick , Shir Ly, Ranesh , Carol , Uggie , Kaviraj , Adam , Ze Huei, Joey, Tracy, Rajah, Saimatkong, Ee Ling

Ps Peter , Michelle , Nancy , Rosalina , Sue Zann

Daddy , Mummy , Ah Ee , Ben , Tammie , Rach , Kevin , Ah Kim , Yin , Shyang, Kor

Thank you all for birthday wishes, birthday pressie, birthday cards, lunches and dinners!

Thank you most of all for making my birthday so memorable :)