Celebrated Popo's birthday together with Jim and family, twinny and her dearie.
Auntie Ya cooked up two whole chicken curry just for the occasion and prepared many nice food and yummy bak kut teh soup. We really have a wonderful time and even get to cajole Popo to sit together with us for dinner. It's Popo's habit to eat separate from family.
After the sumptuous dinner prepared by Auntie Ya, we had a fruit cake just for Popo... her first ever birthday cake AND I am so glad it brought so much smiles to her face. LOVE POPO!! HUG TIGHT!!! While we were preparing the cake, Olive asked...
Olive : How old is Popo?
JIm : 93 years old.
Me : Where got so old?? I think popo is sheep... should be 86, 87 lah
By the way, if popo is sheep, then she should be 89 years old.
Me : Wait...maybe Popo is dragon?
If Popo is dragon, then she should be 92 years old which is pretty close to Jim's deduction.
Jim : No leh! Popo said she is 93 yo... and I got 93 candles from the cake shop.
Me : Ah boy!! Woman's age is secret. How can you put 93 candles on Popo's cake!! ho-ho-ho!!
And so since we couldn't really deduce Popo's actual age, we put just one candle. But Popo, no matter how old you are, we still love you. Age is just a number. I wish Popo will always be healthy, always be happy and always be around me. I love you lots even when many a times especially during my younger days, I would throw tantrums or disobey Popo's wishes because I thought they were old fashion. But as I age, I won't say I mellow down but I learnt to be more patient and more giving and less demanding. I learnt to understand the reasons behind Popo's wishes and I learnt to listen to her heart behind the words instead of just listen to the words. I learnt to appreciate her concern instead of always having things my way.
Popo has always been very important to me... she has taken care of me since I was born. She had cradle me in her arms till I reached ten. I still remember the time when I was five, one day there was a little flood near my home and Popo carried me on her shoulder together with my school bag and hers and holding onto an umbrella, and walked a good 15 minutes walk. She got all drenched when we reached home. But the first thing that was on her mind wasn't to dry herself but to quickly ushered Moi to a piping hot bath so that I would not catch a cold.
How she would play catching with me and my sisters and pretend to be JAWS. And how she would doll me and twinny up everyday and tied our long hairs into all sorts of nice hair-dos from pretty Mongolian Princess look to little ballerina girl. Kekeke! Yup! That's my dearest Popo.
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