Holla people!
39 minutes to the big day and i couuld not think of a better thing to talk about BUT 23rd may itself.Sprinting back the memory lane,nothing extraordinary happened on 23rd may 1990,no shooting stars,stars din twinkle a lil brighter,no lightening ...and ALAS doctors helped me trek my way into the world.
Dont know much about ma first b'day,but hopefully was 'regretfully celebrated' in the incubator,lying completely stripped in a group of young men who had shamelessly sneaked into ma clothless life.
Neva mind,years rolled by,friends and familes replenished shameless doctors and nurses,and size of gifts provoked proportional smiles.And in the end of the day i found myself draped in gift wraps,messin with hunky 'g-i-joes'and smashin hot wheels,uninsured,but still.Doosh....
Hopping a few years ,friends outweighed families,gifts became outdated and scarce,laughter,thrill and "WORST SMASHING" ever ,replaced it all.
Continuing the league,here i lay, writin ma first blog,completely uncertain of what da big day holds for me.No shooting stars,stars not twinkling a lil brighter,no lightening...nothing extraordinary BUT 23rd MAY itself.
