The plan was to sneak into Izzy's room when she's out celebrating with her friends & flatmates, so Hana left the keys to their flat at a secret location in order for me to gain access into their flat while they're out.
But I, of course, pulled a classic Shahirah by jinxing it - while trying to retrieve the keys, they somehow slipped into what felt like a deep, bottomless hole that happened to be right next to the secret location. A series of cursing ensued.
If it were just me alone I'd have stared at it and cried and gone home, with all the balloons and helium canister and party garlands and cupcakes and candles and all, and just called it quits. Because it seemed impossible to pick the keys up now, and I didn't want to commit myself to doing something the success rate of which was unknown, if not nil. That's like signing up for failure, haha.
But thank God for Emma. While I panicked and blurted out profanities, she turned into my voice of reason and told me not to give up. We tried to make use of anything around us to fish the keys out. Sticks. Wires. Anything. But to no avail. My short arms were no match for the depth of the hole. Emma dipped her forearm, even that wasn't enough. So she pulled her sleeve allllll the way up to the shoulder and almost the entire length of her arm went into the hole, before she exclaimed in joy and voila, the keys were now in her palm. That girl is truly Godsent.
Made our way in. Adorned Izzy's room. Lit the candles. Waited for Izzy & Hana to come home. When they finally did, we shouted the obligatory "Surprise!" before proceeding with the birthday song.
|Emma in her new jacket (bau kedai! Haha), Izzy looking 22 and glowy, and me looking like I dislocated my left shoulder & wrist. Told you I don't know what to do with my hands when being photographed|
|See this is what happens when I don't do my signature hand on cheek pose.... I look disabled|
The next day I cooked mee kungfu and made banoffee pie, Izzy & Hana came over to chill at our place. It was a warm & sunny Sunday afternoon, spent slurping mee kungfu and devouring banoffee pie and letting Izzy wrap a shawl around our heads in various styles and having my hair French braided by Izzy's magic hands and hearing Hana laugh at some videos on the internet.
'twas a good weekend. Happy birthday again, Izzy!! :D