For most of you, the day represents nothing but an extra day-off for the sake of the typhoon Haitang. It does mean a little different to me, however. I just past my thirty-seventh birthday many hours ago.
No celebration needed, as I insisted earlier to my wife. I told her the best way to celebrate it was shelling out nothing on it. Frankly speaking, I haven't had a birthday celebration for ages but I do enjoy the quietness when no one can remember it. As I declared my birthday in class this afternoon, my students all gave me a wishing look as a response. I think that was it.
Oh! I forgot to mention Prescilla. Thanks for the little piece of drawing you made for me. That is really a good present for my birthday. And of course, Iris and Dora, thanks for the wishes you said to me before the class ended tonight.
Well, the number "40" is not far behind. It's just a jump from 37, period.