pelf-ism is contagious

The good thing about your sister getting older bigger is that everytime her birthday comes around, you no longer have to crack your head to come up with surprises. And you don’t have to spend a mint on her birthday present because she’s your favourite (and also ONLY sister). You don’t have to make the tens of phone calls to gather people for a birthday party eventhough your sister specifically ASKS for one.

Why?

Because she’s found herself a very efficient Personal Assistant, who takes care of the surprise birthday party. And the guest list, sort of la. And the venue. And the birthday cake.

And coincidently, the Personal Assistant also has another name. Boyfriend, if you haven’t already guessed it *winks*

So yea, “the one” arranged for a nice little surprise dinner that wasn’t really a surprise because MY sister is very smart. She guessed it. We had dinner at Halo Cafe @ Sunway Pyramid, and the birthday girl arrived an hour later due to the heavy rain and massive traffic jam.

Anyway, those of us who arrived early ordered our dinner and helped ourselves and then spent time chatting and taking “artistic” pictures of the cozy ambient. Halo Cafe has got some very pretty lightings and a very nice stage but my little Olympus mju is really quite incapable of taking great pictures. Yes, I am thinking of getting myself a dSLR.

And did I also mention that “the efficient Personal Assistant” got the part-time singers (what do you call them?) to sing a Happy Birthday song on stage? And that the cute little birthday cake he got was a heart-shaped chocolate cake decorated with cute little heart-shaped chocolates?

OK. I am officially retired. Now where’s my pension?!