Really just another day?

It’s ironic how one wishes to pass the birthday like any other and at the same time, secretly harbouring to the point of explosion someone would spring a nice birthday surprise.

It’s even more ironic that I am experiencing the above and typing it out here.

But no matter. It IS just another birthday, a date that marks one’s unglamorous entrance to the world (we did enter through a private part!) What’s due is some quiet contemplation on what have been done and achieved for the past year (and many years before) and the strategy to deal with life’s what-come-may bazooka bombs and achieving Jack’s sky-high beanstalk adventures and dreams.

Happy Birthday to myself and I wish myself to be less self-centered, take on more initiative and just simply move that lazy, slowly expanding ass and get more things done!

Ha!