Birthday

My birthday arrived and left without much fanfare this year.

Which is exactly the way I like it.

Coincidentally, the company's, or rather business group's, Dinner & Dance was being held on the same day. Drat.

I sweated buckets for days at the thought of my colleagues announcing it to the world and ensuring that I get dragged up to stage for an impromptu monkey-jig.

As Someone Higher Up would have it, I managed to landmyself a stomacache, just in the nick of time, 3 hours before I was scheduled to leave for the hotel.

Yipee... was I lucky or what? Or I could be psychic (as if) as I'd been wishing for something similar to happen.

My colleague, upon receiving my message notifying her of my high chance of absentism, yelled at me, "Stop your nonsense lah."

Oh my.

Instead of a ten-course Chinese dinner in a 5-star hotel, I sat down to dinner with my family. My birthday feast... two hard-boiled eggs stewed in Chinese herbs.

Life is good.