Ayayay, it’s that day of the year again when you don’t know if you’d be happy or sulky. I remember I used to love this date, but that was decades ago. So, I have resolved that I will treat this day like any other day (except maybe for Christmas or New Year). No nothing — zero, none, nada, nil, zilch, 404.
I actually stopped counting the digits when I was 25 and that was four years ago. The worst part is, I will have to edit that paragraph-long tag line on my blog masthead that says “in his mid-twenties“. *hehe* My mom’s story about how I should have been named after George Washington (born: February 22, 1732) instead of Abraham Lincoln (born: February 12, 1809) is still fresh in my head.
Several people have texted me earlier with greetings, as well sa YM messages, Friendster messages and emails. But then again, we’ll have to greet the good ole’
Abe Lincoln George Washington a happy birthday.