Happy 24th Me!

Ah well.

Another year, come and gone.

Another year older, but I'm not so sure I'm any the wiser.

Does being wise mean knowing the definite difference between right and wrong? Or realising that there are far more shades of gray between the two that would make a painter piss in his pants?

Why do all these seemingly unanswerable questions come to me whenever it's time for me to get used to writing a different number in my "age" column? Is it an unwritten rule somewhere that people have to ponder life's mysteries when their birthday is around?

Well, now that's out of the way.

Let me tell you how incredibly sad my birthday was. :)

Firstly, a few hours before it was officially my birthday, I got the feeling that I was going to be ill. Shivers. Stinging eyes. Weak.

So I went to bed at appallingly early 8.30pm. The fan was operating on "1" (you know that dial that you twiddle with to control the speed) and I was shivering. I think a bunch of people sent me text messages and called to wish me a happy birthday when the clock struck 12. But I was too out of it. Thankfully the fever broke sometime in the wee hours of the morning.

I do remember one phone call from a friend in India and he was quite surprised that I was asleep at that time. When I told him I was sick, his exact words were "On your birthday? That's pathetic!". So there you go. Wonderful start.

I'd planned on a birthday dinner a few day before. I was all giggly happy to see my friends. And then it started.

One cancelled.

And another.

And another.

And another.

And the last.

*sigh*

A birthday girl ponders what to do when her birthday dinner entourage is ZERO.

I'd already given up when my cousin called. So we went out for sushi. :D

How was YOUR 24th?