yes, today is my b’day. no celebration: nothing to celebrate.

my students have been ringing me since last nite greeting me: “happy birthday miss”. and i’ve been dully answered them: “thank you dear”.

yeah, i am a year older. some people i’ve met told me that your birthday is  a reminder that you have lost another  year of your predestined time allotment  to live.  in a sense they are correct. I, however, do not see my birthday in the same pessimistic manner.

i will never look forward to dying. I will never look  gloomy on my birthday ( for bigger numbers when asked about my age , more wrinkles, more crow feet, more cellulite, sagging breasts, shrinking cheeks, missing teeth, arthritis, thinning hair, losing the seduction power of my lips, losing my curve, cloudy eyes and the list is on and on). I feel beautiful: it means I am beautiful. I feel young: definitely I am young. No question on that.

this day is my winning day. yes Death will ultimately come. But living my birthday today means i’ve won the negotiation with the Death. in other words, this year i have succeeded to make it agree to delay its ultimate visit.

yes  i do not want to die (now) . Quoting Chairil Anwar, “I want to live for another thousand year”.

there are lots of projects i have in mind. there is this grand dream looming in my imagination. i have this obsession to make this world a better place.

all in all, happy birthday to me. see you again next birthday.