A certain day, Friday maybe, could mean something sacred while it could mean a lay-low sign of long weekend. I could never consider a certain day is different from others. I don’t celebrate my own birthday by blowing candles and other party hocus-pocus. I don’t even pray just for my birthday. I don’t meditate just for that.
At my age, time flies so fast. Ah yes, been there, done that. It’s fun to see my children laughing chasing running going cuckoo, or my students writing their ass off to get good grades eventhough I’ve already marked their forehead with straight A’s. I enjoy every second of it. And I wish time just stand still to scan every pixel of a nice picture…
Happy New Year, everybody!
4l3h
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