A subtle tinge of melancholy
Ok so I turned 38, yesterday.

It had to be one of the most if not the most subdued I have ever been on my birthday. I have to admit I wasn't exactly looking forward to celebrating the fact that I only have 2 more years to go before hitting the big 4-0. So I didn't make any plans whatsoever. Factor in the fact that I have been battling severe stomach cramps due to a stomach flu and/or food poisoning or maybe a combination of both, I ain't sure. All I know is I would experience sharp bouts of spasms in my tummy that would make me bow in pain. That is not exactly how I would like to usher in my 38th year but so be it.

My family though won't let me wallow in self pity so they dragged me out of bed. They treated me to a sumptuous seafood feast at "Fish & Co" for lunch. Then we watched "World Trade Center" at the Shang Cineplex.

A little trivia about my birthday. It is imperative that I watch a Nicholas Cage movie on October 19. I recall with fondness watching "Windtalkers", "Matchstick Men" and "Captain Corelli's Mandolin" during my previous birthdays. I guess this is some tradition I need to uphold now every year. Granted, of course that there is a Nic Cage film showing on October 19.
For dinner, we had Japanese fare at "YAKU" at The Podium.

So you see even if I was in pain I still managed to stuff myself up pretty good. Thanks in part to the ever reliable "Imodium" and also my strong will power not to let belly spasms ruin my birthday.

In conclusion I would like to say:

to all those who greeted me on my birthday.

Even though I realized something - a rather harsh fact of life. Something I just shrug off with a nonchalance which betrays my good natured personality - the older I get, the less I hear from people who I thought were going to be my friends for life.

Ugh.

Sorry for the rant, blame it on the bitter pill I just swallowed.

Peace out.