not a very scintillating start for a comeback post, i'm afraid.
and i am supposed to be one year wiser!

a pity the photo couldn't capture the F1 lights outside the window.
for the celebration with the family the next day, i ordered my own birthday cake.
that's being practical, i tell you. otherwise, the family might buy a last minute bengawan solo cake which everyone would be obliged to eat. a sure waste of calories.
i like Flor Patisserie cakes. fresh, not so sweet and oh so light.
so anyway when that japanese girl over the phone asked me for a message for the cake, i gave her the perfunctory Happy Birthday one. a split second later, i was, like, HEY, it's my birthday cake and i can write whatever i want. so i came up with such pearls of wisdom.


younger? it's all in the mind
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the cake came with the desserts. again, it was an oz-captain conspiracy. but this time i forgot to take pictures.
i was slightly high, on alcohol as well as on happiness.
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