Firsts

Just over a month ago, Chye and I (doesn't it have a nice ring to it? Maybe I should get it trademarked.) celebrated our first anniversary together. But I had to work (11 hours!), and work on his gift (because of that I slept only an hour the entire night before that) and on top of that certain things didn't go according to plan, so I was a bit disappointed our First turned out to be less-than-perfect. Although of course, darling, I still very much enjoyed your company.

And and and and and,
The pictures turned out quite bad.

Behold! My disgusting eyebags, with a flourish of smeared mascare due to long-wear. No, I'm not hugging a square-shaped spectre; that's my gift from Chye. Its identity will be kept under wraps for its protection. See? I even took care to blank-o its reflection on the table. In any case, it's my eyebags that I'm trying to draw attention to, not the gift (although I have a feeling some of you may try to guess what it is anyway. Don't care, I'm not telling! And those who know, respect my present's privacy, can?).

So, I suggested that we have another celebration to make up for it. This time round, the photos mercifully turned out better:

Eyebags are still there, sure, but at least I don't look as haggard. (And no, I am not ashamed of my vanity, because we all know that's not the real reason why we had a re-celebration. Really! C'mon, I didn't even have any makeup on! Serious! It was the beach!)

But me and my stupid big mouth for suggesting another gift (in case you're going to accuse me of being over-demanding, this time it's meant to be small and simple). I have the concept already, but it's gonna take some planning to carry out. And what am I doing now? Blogging. Quick, I need a distraction:

Hey babe, look! This is the first time your mein graces my blog!