I think this will be a very quiet birthday. To begin with, most people think that I share my husband's preference for 'No Surprises'. It annoys me more when we end up celebrating the way my husband likes it... quietly. Well, to each his own turn. It's just that, because there's a chance that B would be en route to LA to attend his brother's graduation, I no longer want to entertain questions that go, 'So where's B?' The last time I had had a party, many of my guests/friends were wondering why he wasn't there...and wondering further whether we were still 'together' or not. That's an awful lot of presumptions to make. Finally, I like surprises. I've grown tired of organising events and perhaps been less 'likely' to organise them because I haven't been too keen on making new friends lately, either. Even if I were wont to do so, there seem to be far too many things to do to fill one's plate. For one thing, exercise every day already takes up some 3-4 hours of my time. Then there's the matter of looking for the buffer job; and then there's my daughter who occupies a lot of my time. Does turning 35 now mean that I've grown old and act old? I hope not, but who knows? Or maybe I've grown tired of Hong Kong...as it seemingly has grown tired of me.