The Sweetest Damned Thing.

".. I'm sorry that the caked is errh.. ruined. Its supposed to be perfect."

..and with a warm smile she replied.

".. It is perfect."

Perhaps, one of the best valentines day I've spent yet. You may say its overrated and over commercialized of a celebration and really I cant dispute that but it I had a great day nonetheless. In fact, it was pretty darn funny because you see I had multiple plans to surprise the redhead but it failed rather miserably..

..In a comical way of course.

For you see, what I had plan for her was that I were to surprise her in her very house with a cake I baked and of course Valentines day calls for some traditional value of corniness. I intended to get flowers. really. When I came up with that plan I kept telling myself how awesome I am for coming up with an idea like that because it would be something that she'd really never expect, no? Great surprise element. But ah, you see there's a slight glitch in the plan.

...The parents don't know we're actually dating.

So the only action to be taken was to actually call up her parents and tell them about it and hopefully in the process not get butchered. From the rumors told and the stories heard I was shaken of course but I still mustered my guts. That is, of course after 3 weeks of chicken shit worth of contemplation. No fuck you, its not as easy as you think okay.

So right, I finally decided to do it but of course it would be wise to seek some friendly consultations before hastily doing anything right? Right. So I called up one of her friends who very insistently and supportive insisted on supporting me to go ahead with the call. I decided that, before making the call that could potentially lead me to my untimely death, I'd have my last smoke, last shower and last television programme.

Right then, with heavy breathing and frantic heartbeats I slowly reached for the phone and it scared the shit out of me by ringing. I picked up the call and it was the friendly friend which I consulted for some friendly consultations and she said in a very loud manner

" ..DON'T CALL HER MOM ! DON'T DON'T CALL ! DIE WAN. "

...Fuck.

I was too keen on the decision to change my mind at that given moment. So I went on ahead with the initial plan to call her mom. So once again the frantic heartbeat.. well you know the drill lah I don't have to be that descriptive. I dialled the number and someone picked up

"Hello?"


"Erh, yeah hi may I speak to Mrs. Ho please?"


"Which Mrs Ho?"


"..Er, wife of Gordon Ho."


" Rrright, please hold."

There was a good 5 minutes gap between her mom picking up her phone and really before that I was sure as hell confident, heck! I even came up with a script of which in my opinion is awesome as hell.

..But, there's always but. There's always catch. During that good 5 minutes, my friend's voice ( the one I seeked consultation from) started ringing in my head telling me how I'm gonna be obliterated upon her mom picking up the phone. Second by second I got more nervous and pick up the phone she did. Fucking shaken I was.

..In a very harsh tone she said

"Hello?"


"Er.. urhm hi Mrs. Ho this is erh.. urhm.. er.. Vincent here, and well urhm.. you see.. eeerrr.."


"What's this regarding?"


"It's regarding you..err, urhmm.. daugt.. erhh.. Can I call you back?"

..Fuck. Plan failed as hell, so I thought why not give it one last shot since it was the only idea that I had for that moment. So I decided to call her house again and her dad picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, who's this?"

..very hastily I said..

" Wrong number. kthxbai"

Well then, later in the night the redhead came online and proceeded telling me about this obscene call that her mother received and that the offender was of the same name as me. Now just imagine how speechless I was, it was towards a point I almost walked up the mirror, point and laugh maniacally.

So desperately I resorted to plan B, which is to surprise her outside of her office instead. I asked a favour from Amanda to be my chauffeur for the day and to rent her oven. The initial plan was to meet at 10 o clock to buy the ingredients and she supposedly would call me by 10-ish. Not having much faith in her I set my alarm at 10.

10 o' clock.. No call. Snooze.

10.10 o' clock.. Still no call. Snooze.

10.30 o' clock..

..OMFG.

By then I panicked like a chicken being hunted by a pack of hungry wolves. I repetitively called her but no avail. Turns out she overslept and we ended up meeting at 12 o clock and were done buying ingredients by 3 o' clock. Much panicking were involved because I had not a fucking clue about how to bake a cake. By then, Amanda's sister, Kimmy appeared to have a glimmering halo on her head for she was my saviour for that day. For without her, I the cake without be a splat of disgusting goo that could kill even a roach upon coming in contact with it.

By the way the cake looked something like this..

and really, I melted her heart..






...cake.


Because right , because because, stupid as I was somehow it slipped my mind that chocolate needs to be frosted.


...


Right, I'm a genius I know!


ps: I'd show you pictures of the cake, but unfortunately someone decided not to come online. So i have yet to receive it.


But anyways, I had a great time with her in the park. Yes, a park lah shut up. It was great nonetheless. :)