Happy Birthday, & Bon Voyage!

Happy 21st Birthday, Pek…or should I say Weijian? After all, half the people in attendance go by the name Pek. The ADA guys were about to shout for you to come over for photo-taking; it’s a pity they managed to stop themselves from yelling “PEKK!!” in the confines of the condominium clubhouse. If not, a riot would have broken out, and I’d now be comfortably asleep/unconscious on a luxurious hospital bed. Have you wondered why Hospitals are looking more and more like 5 Star Hotels these days? Ask me.

Bah. Guess I’ll have to do with the rickety sofa bed in my living room. No and no. I don’t have a bed, neither do I have a room of my own. The studyroom, which I inhabit most of the time, has a signboard which reads “SLAVE QUARTERS” displayed cheerfully for all to see. Charming.

It’s not hard to see why a great, friendly, down-to-earth individual like you has so many friends and family, who love you enough to take the time to show up to celebrate your coming of age. I hope for his own good that the person using the Nikon’s Face priority AF(auto-focus) camera still has a valid warranty - 'cause the face-recognition system is gonna explode after having to focus on that many faces per photo. To give you a rough idea of how many people turned up - the heat generated within that 25m by 10m function room did, by my calculations, contribute significantly to Global Warming. Tsk tsk.

The most heartwarming moment of the evening was during photo-taking; everyone was chanting, “Special friend, special friend, come…” It was your girl-friend-from-NCC’s turn to take a photo with you, and standing beside her, you were flushed a rich, beetroot red. A Kodak moment!

A heartfelt ‘Thank you’ for not catering SFI food tonight, mate. 2 years of the stuff has really taken its toll on my mental faculties. “Yes Sir, No Sir, Anything you say, Sir.” No more please.

While brushing teeth just now I found black pepper stuck between my teeth. Meaning to say that it had been there since my 3 plates of dinner, through photo-taking – CHEESE!!!- and all the way from lakeside to bedok mrt. Either no one saw it or they were polite and didn’t mention it. OR EVIL & laughing behind my back. RATS.

Also, hope you find the book useful. No, Jeremy, it’s not about Karma Sutra. Sorry about the Christmas wrapping, though. I did cancel the 'Christmas'es in the poems on the wrapping and scribble 'Birthday', though. A rather nice, personal, touch (I'd like to think). Haha. Only realized today that all we had at home was blasted Christmas wrapping! At least my present wasn't unwrapped in a shopping bag labeled ‘CONVERSE’ (just bought 25minutes ago), or an NTUC plastic bag (THE HORROR). Whatever happened to the tradition of gift-wrapping? Thrown out the window, that’s what!

It’s somewhat melancholic for us who attended your party, seeing that it doubled as a farewell dinner. All the best in your studies, bro, remember to have fun in Britain - where chicks have the sexiest accents!