Anniversary gift..

Tomorrow is one of those 'special' days. In my family, these days are celebrated quite grandly and is totally incomplete without gifts or we prefer to call it, a small token of love. Wondering why tomorrow is special? Tomorrow is my parents' 21st anniversary...and following the family tradition, my sister and I try to make or buy something. Usually we try to make something as it is more unique and frankly I am tired of photo frames. So each year, I would crack my brains to come up with something new...This year is no different and after much discussions and quarrels (as usual), we have decided to come up with a collage. From there, we planned the rest. I will bring you through from the beginning till the end...

Firstly, we needed to get a board. Since my sister's school doesn't really sell those big boards (that's wat she claims), I had to get it. Thank goodness I was working..so I could easily buy. You know what was the size of the smallest board in the shop??It was 75 by 50cm!! I had no choice but to get that huge board. As usual, whenever we try to do something in secret, we would have tons of problems. For example, the board was so big that we couldn't find a suitable hiding place. We couldn't hide it under our bed cos my mum vacuums the floor regularly. Anyways, I finally managed to find one...praying my mum wouldn't check that cupboard.

Secondly, someone had to draw swans...according to our plans. As my dear sister was too busy with her school, I, who is pretty useless in art, had to do it. I should say I am quite proud of my swans, considering I used to fail art in school. Though painting them was quite a disaster..but I managed to cover it up with 2-3 coats of paint. The one useful thing my sister did was to print out the pictures from school..This was the result after the swans and the collage (the date is wrong btw):

After that, we added stickers (contributed by my sister) and decorated a bit using the glittery tape that I thankfully bought..cos without it we would have nothing to decorate with. I left the decorating to my sister. Then, I came up with a grand idea..we thought of making "garlands" so that they would look like curtains. Of course, it didn't exactly turn out to be a curtain..Anyways, to make the garlands, I thought of using paper and putting it through thick thread. I (as usual as my sister refused to do it), had to sit down n poke holes through god knows how many pieces of paper...more than 8 at least..all RECYCLED by the way...my hands were aching like anything at the end...This is what it looked like:
Trust me..it was alot of hard work...

After which, we had to do the last bit..which was to write 'HAPPY ANNIVERSARY'...which I did using the glittery tape.

This was the result so far...

Sat down till 12 midnight to finish up the words. Today, finally attached the 'garlands'..Again we had problem. We thought it would stick with super glue but it didn't work. We ended up using blue tac...and voila:

It looks pretty ok to us..we can't wait to present them this tomorrow morning. We are really anticipating their reactions. Many times, our dear mother, nearly caught us red-handed. As all other times, whenever we have some secretive work, she would keep checking on us for no apparent reason. Well, finally our mission and this post is over...

By the way, the ideas here are copyright..no one is allowed to copy:D

Still...

A cold wind blows,
making her shiver slightly,
still she follows,
the road silently.

Darkness surrounds,
as she gropes,
to find her way around.

As she steps on thorns,
littered all over the ground,
she leaves a trail of blood behind,
she still doesn’t make a sound,
still doesn’t really mind.

The path has boundaries,
that cannot be crossed over,
she can never be,
completely free,
still the memories,
that were forged,
will remain forever.

Dreams never came true,
when she really tried,
still she kept going through,
even when she cried.

There is no one,
to catch her fall,
no one,
to confide at all.

Completely alone,
with no one by her side,
she has to walk,
on her own,
without any guide.

Badly bruised,
badly hurt,
badly broken,
all the way inside,
still she has refused,
to hide.


She still smiles,
still laughs,
pretending all this while,
that everything is alright.

The happiness,
she shows,
covers the emptiness,
that is always below.

She still keeps hoping,
still searching,
for something,
she doesn’t quite know,
or understand so.

She will keep walking,
and keep looking,
no matter how lonely,
or how trying,
the path can be...