22 December 2005

Last Resort

Dad is a terrible gift-giver, much like me. Although I have vastly improved over the years, he is still stuck in the Middle Ages. This morning, after wishing me Happy Birthday, he left the room and came back with a red packet for me. I was like, "Now that is traditional."

I'm not going to ask him, but I suspect he left the room just to slot in RM100 in the red packet as a quick gift. It is utterly the most unoriginal present I have ever received, but cash is always good. It is definitely better than getting recycled gifts, and I suspect I've been the recipient of several...