Cliche drapes all over the predictable fact that the flu has once set its presence in the sacred frame of temple. It took much gruelling through textbooks and millions of words in them to get me to realise that the simple life dawdling over silly little routines is something to be largely contented for. All the grandeur this universe offers, pales in comparison to the calmness acquired from reclining in the solitude of the dimness here in the dining area.

I was reminded that my 22nd year being in this world actually happens in exactly a month. Tradition still applies this year and the birthday wishlist is as follows.

• Nokia E71 in black / Blackberry 8900 in black (This is listed priority!)
  
• Hard disk drive
• Polaroid cartridges (they've stopped retailing these in Singapore)
• Black/brown leather laptop 14.1" casing
• Official piano scores for "Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence"
• Faux pas black leather jacket/blazer
• Skinny leather pants
• Clothes (Zara, Forever21 and MNG)
• A portable keyboard
  
• Pencil case
• Turquise green plain bikini

May the epidemic widespread of swine flu flame out quickly. The bed is calling out for me. Sweet night everyone.