We watch the season pull up its own stage
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced
Another sun soaked season fades away.
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Happy Seventeenth, Tharshini Love.


Surprise celebrations aren't easy stuff to plan, let me warn you. Getting the cooperation of your fellow friends is not an easy task. Communication breakdown is normal, get used to it. Your phone bill rockets, face it. You're too anxious, too nervous, too worked up. Everything needs to be perfect. Perfect. You lie, you hide, you sigh in relief. It's all part of the thrill. You grab last minute gifts, scribble last minute birthday messages, buy last minute flowers, print last minute photos, buy last minute cakes, all in the name of a surprise. At times, you know its no more a surprise, and you want to kill the person who gave it away. Still, you stick to the plan. Told you, perfectionists at work. And then you take some time for yourself. A harmless bubble tea. Then you wait for the bus, and it seems like forever, so you decide to go on foot. Now you can't walk in peace. A hundred of phonecalls, a million questions: "Help me check: Is she there? Can I come? Is it safe? You sure?" Then you ponder on the What If's. What a scary thought. After all of it, there comes THE moment. And it happens.

And you look back and say,
it was all worth it.

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Posted on: Thursday, August 06, 2009
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