Happy Birthday!

It's so official. I'm 19. Happy Birthday to The Screwed One! Except for my mom and dad and little sis and big bro, only one has greeted me yet. And I do believe it's an automated message from Ticqle.com. Anyways, I'm still glad someone or something did greet me.

Dear MJ,

Let us be among the first to extend to you our heartfelt wishes for a happy
birthday and a wonderful year. Certainly, the scourge of Father Time is
working its evil magic against you, but that doesn't mean you should curl up
into a ball and await the impending arrival of the Grim Reaper. No, instead,
enjoy this birthday and the year ahead. Eat cake while you still can chew.
Reflect on the long-past heydays of your youth while your memory still
serves you. Look at the world while your eyes still work. Listen to the
sounds around you, while you can still hear. Today, be young, not old. You
have the rest of your life for that.

Happy Birthday!

From your friends at ticqle.

If you wanna greet me, well, it's okay. It's never too late to make me smile.

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And because I've turned a bit older, I'm taking major steps toward a healthier living.

I'm quitting smoking. I've been smoking since exactly two years back, and it all started out of curiosity, you know, the whole what-does-it-taste-like-and-what-does-it-make-you-feel-like sort of thing. I still remember I wrote a position paper on this, strongly proposing a ban on tobacco products in the Philippines. Haha, I used to convince the whole class I wasn't smoking, silly works of a 17-year old.

I'm going to the gym more often than once a week.