Happy Birthday...to Me

Two days ago my friend had an engagement party and we were invited to be present to witness the event. It took place at this seafood restaurant called “Crushers” and most of his family and relatives were there to show their support. Many were moved by the happy occasion. Right after we finished our dinner and after everyone had their pictures taken and such, when suddenly a cake appeared from nowhere and the guy holding the cake started singing a birthday song with a “Hip Hip Hurray” ending. I was shocked to say the least as I was really caught off guarded. In fact I think everyone present were quite shocked that there was gonna be sorta double celebration. So nobody really sang a birthday song, nor participated in the hurray cheer. So it was a really embarrassing event…for me at least. But I was touched by the gesture of my girlfriend who planned this, although she didn’t expect that many guests to turn up. So well…
The funny thing was right before we set off to the restaurant, a couple of people did came up to me and wished me a happy birthday, and I was wondering how did they know in advance?

Today’s my birthday. Which also happens to be the late Yasser Arafat’s birthday. Or the day Geoffrey Plantagenet of France conquered Normandy in 1113. As if I know them by heart…

I was born 24th August, which makes me a Virgin…as in under the sign of Virgo. Perfectionists, critical, analytical, detailed are just some of the traits that come to mind. Yes…those are really somewhat traits I possess. Love it or hate it, I have to live with it. Sometimes it irks people, and sometimes it wins people.
Let’s just see what happens…today…

Happy Birthday! My deathbed wish...

Well, after much hesitation and thoughts, i decided to do what most losers do - setup a blog page. Man i can't stop to tell you how much this sucks! I must be really desperate for myself to start this stupid blog shit. Why? For the same reasons as everyone else i guess: an avenue to vent their frustration, anger, attention-seeking, psychotic scribbling, alter-ego, sexual tension relief...whatever...
So what's my fifth avenue, crap i don't even know where to start. Perhaps it's because i have too much wasted time on my hand, where instead of doing my own work and other shit, i prefer to waste my youth and time, in writing dumb shit like these for wierd people like you who would bummed on my site to read empty shit like these going nowhere like now. Perhaps i'm about to lose my mind thinking theres some conspiracy around me like my house were bugged just so millions of viewers all over the world can watch me wander aimlessly in my house watching porn, jerking off furiously, and repeating the process all over again day by day. I'm thinking it might appear late nights on some payview cable channel with aptly named title: Wankers Suburbia. Well, enough shit for now, this works like therapy, hence the title. If you like, post shit here, just so you know i hear ya. A'ight, later...