twenty-three years old......wow...the word 'old' really got into me...it's funny though, being
among the earliest babies born....everyone reacted like it was something extra-ordinary

"ya ka?betui ni?semua orang celebrate no?"
"serius ni?"
"wow"
"sugoii desyo ne" <------- i made this one up...he he he...

the thing i really remembered about my birthday is this story about my (late) father's attempt to
have me registered as a 1979 baby.my aunts told me the story about how my father pestered a
doctor to bump my birthdate up to 1979...he wasn't succesful.i'm glad he didn't get what he
wanted.it would be very uncool to be born on the 31st December(any year).

that's one fond memory i have of my father.

ok, let's stop all these sappy shits.as i was saying, if you're born on the 1st of January,people
will get excited and all that...but, if you're born on the 2nd of January..you're nothing.nada.it
doesn't matter if the difference is only 24 hours(or less).it's like what they always say...
second place is the first loser.

one interesting fact.if you are heavily into Eastern mysticism, you would find out that those
religions believe that everybody is born one year old.

wokeh.kepada azman dan and (no pun intended) najib panjang, happy new year, happy
birthday.we are twenty-three, going on twenty-four......slowing down?