The Date

7th January came and went fairly quietly and smoothly. As usual, I don't celebrate. I never liked being in the centre of attention, and can't imagine why one needs to have such fanfare when everyone else has a birthday too, just on different days! Anyway, I still popped a champagne at DY to share with R and 2 other friends.

However, on that day, I like to stare at the calendar, the date on my watch, my phone, and see the number 7 and the month of January, like somehow it's trying to tell me something, like somehow it's a special, magical combination. Like it's supposed to mean something. Strange fixation aside, I can assure you it's not abt me me me. Just somehow this feeling: "hey, I know this date, it's supposed to mean something...."

Good night guys.