Ad Multos Annos

my birthday pot... i prefer receiving potted plants than flowers... they last a lot longer...

-A year is a long time.
-Not so long. Just once around the sun.

-Irene (Uma Thurman) to Vincent (Ethan Hawke) in Gattaca (1997)

Another year has passed. Should I make a list of random facts about me (wherein the number of info listed corresponds to my age)?... Naaah, it's gonna be a really looooong list. Hmmm, should I note down all the things I'm thankful for?... Uh-uh, I think I'm going to end up soaking the keyboard with my tears (well, if you haven't noticed, I have this tendency to be quite melodramatic). How about drafting my resolutions and goals for this year?...Tsk, tsk, tsk, not a good idea, my dear (well, at least not a good one for me) because I'll just wallow in frustration and disappointment, if by the same day next year, I haven't even reached aim no. 3 (besides, I believe I have enough "should do's" and "should have done's" to last me a lifetime)

Well, one think I'm sure of is that, all things considered, I'm quite happy and content with my life so far (despite my perfunctory wailing and whining) --- I have a loving husband, a supportive family, commendable friends, decent roof over my head, clothes on my back, enough food on the table and from time to time, can give in to a few of my whims...

Tut-tut, I'm beginning to sound mushy again, so I'd better end this litany... And speaking of being sentimental , maybe I'll try not to be too maudlin from now on. After all, I'm not running to be the next soap opera queen. Well, the operative word is TRY :)

Anyway, here's to another 365 ¼ days of my life (actually 366 because it's a leap year)! Cheers!!!