Haiku

  The most memorable time in my 15 years of life would be, Vicki's birthday. September twentieth. That was my happiest day so far in my life. I have no idea why. That night, that afternoon, I dashed through from the most downtown part of Taipei to a place 40 minutes away from it, just to set everything up. That day, I was excited, I was feeling good about myself, proud, would be more appropriate. That day, I felt as if, I was the smartest and sweetest person in the world, I felt as if I had everything in control. As I prepared everything, the balloon shop was filled with people, well it was downtown Taipei on a Saturday and at dinner time. It was filled with all types of balloons, all colors, all shapes, all sizes, literally every type of a balloon in this world would be in here. That shop smelled like plastic, more of a rubbery smell to it. It was a very small yet decorative store, it was cozy, I really enjoyed being in there and meeting the owners. Then I went to Skylark, to cook the things I had prepared for her. Garlic steak it was, with a pinch of spaghetti and some soup. The smell of the clam chowder in the kitchen overpowered all the other smells in the kitchen. After an hour and half of battle with the grills and stoves, I have done it, it certainly wasn't pretty, but I've done it at last. Then I arrived at the place, as I decorated the room with balloons and the gourmet dinner I have made, I begun hanging up the pictures of us on the walls and covered the room with candles. The gorgeous recessed lighting beamed the room up with a golden brown color. The streets had busy traffic, the honking, the loud mufflers off of the plastic scooters. The room then was lit up with candles, scented candles, it smelled like a garden in that room. Once I got everything prepared and ready, I was ready. As she enters, it was the biggest smile I have ever seen. It was completely worth it. It was a good day.