10.43pm...

A  quater and a whole hour would end the day, my birth day. A quite day with self, half asleep, a  relaxed day: un incidental, secluded from a normally expected partying birthday celebration. No cheer of wearing  diamond studded ear rings or draping self in silk, bejewelled and starry eyed looking forward to another year of joy and celebration nor the endless chore of entertaining people who would burrow into privacy and steal out closetted dreams.

A suspension after vacationing like a whirlwind on the move, the day hung for 23 hours slipping into that vital day that would begin another phase of life; normal again,  my birthday would end.

Over the years, birthdays have brought in experiences richer, finer than before, refining self and acknowledging one self. Gives one the respect  one has grown up to. And why not, days have churned with patience.

11.02 pm...

Netizens stopped by to greet me thus showing their presence in my space world. Net world is bonus friends world. Greetings online, a reason to smile.

11.13....

" In celebration of being alive" Christian Bernard.