I suppose every child loves gifts. It was no exception for me too. Birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, Farewell gifts, Valentine's Day gifts, Thank You gifts, Cheer-You-Up gifts, Baptism gifts, Chinese New Year gifts (ang baos)... there was always an occasion to give gifts. It is always nice to be the giver, but its also nice being the receiver. The greatest satisfaction as a giver is the cheer on the receiver's face when it is something which he/she wants or needs. Similarly for the receiver, I guess the greatest cheer is when the gift is something that you want, better still, WANT IT BADLY!
I received some gifts recently. Got a belated birthday present today. It was an Aussino quilt cover set. It was in lovely pink flowers print. I love it because it was a sweet design. But anyway because the giver is my very dear friend, the gift does not matter as much as her friendship. My colleagues had also given me a bedsheet set from Aussino. It was a red colour "Romeo love Juliet" design (I wonder why they chose that set?!?!). The gifts were timely. I need not get new sheets and covers myself for the new year. A complete set (fitted bedsheet, pillow covers and quilt cover) was given to me by different people.
A thought struck me: What gave them the ideas to give me these household items? It just felt a bit strange because such items were usually bought and not given. Does this speak of age? Don't get me wrong. I do like the gifts, but just wondering why they gave me what they gave me?
Other gifts that I was given included a hair perfume, cosmetics, soft toy, Missha toiletries, commentary on Exodus, Body Shop Hair products, choker necklace, birthday cakes and flowers. Of course I had a few meal treats as well. My next question is: Does the gifts that people give me, speaks of who I am and their impressions of me? Well I guess not totally so.... e.g. the commentary was given to me because I was preparing to lead a bible study on Exodus and there was no copy which I could borrow from. The hair perfume was given for me to ensure my hair won't smell after my sweatout in the gym or after a makan session at the hawker centre.
Whatever the case is, I am thankful just for the givers and for them being a part of my life :)
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