Dawn of a New Age

I ain't no penny no more.

On March 22, a year was added onto my 24 years on Earth. And for some reason, I wanted to welcome it silently (to the dismay of my comrades). I don't know, the thought of celebrating my birthday on a Wednesday, moreover a workday, sounds very depressing. This is indeed apart of my belief system ever since I was a kid: I believe that birthdays are best celebrated during the weekend. It's more relaxing. You get to party harder. You get to sleep past 12 the next day. It's better, better, better!

Anyway, I would still like to thank those who remembered my birthday, and wished me well wishes via SMS passed midnight. As such, I would like to apologise to the same group of people for the late replies (exactly during lunch the next day), because at midnight on my birthday, I was asleep!

And yes, this old baboon is never too old for gifts! I was overjoyed when my parents showered me with a Secret Recipe cake and my VJ brother with the BMW Sauber shirt. My comrades, always in good taste, gave me an aromatherapy set, a Zegna belt, a pair of Zegna Sport sneakers, a street-inpired red shirt, and a dim sum lunch at Star Hill.

Ah birthdays. No matter how older you get, on that day, you always feel like a kid again. Yippee!