It’s a quiet, peaceful day, nothing big. And it is my birthday. Of course, once you reached a certain age, birthday was no longer something you care to celebrate. Instead, it reminds you of all those things you’ve missed out in your life. The memories, which you carefully buried somewhere deeply, might claw their way out. And worse, you are forced to remember all those things you should have done at this age but unfortunately failed to. I tried to get out of the ennui I had fallen into recently, but somehow the brooding was getting worse.

OK, enough for dark mood. There is something more cheerful.

My husband finally got the contract signed after an exhausted, five-month negotiation period. It is really hard considering today’s gloomy market. I understand how much pressures he must feel under, hope it would be a good start.

I received some happy-birthday messages from several long lost friends. What a surprise!