My birthday is coming close, well in another 3 months. But I seldom, or more precisely, it will be a very rare occasion that anyone has ever given me a birthday gift. The only gifts I ever received was during my so-called relationships. In fact, if I did not set a reminder or at least hype it up, I don’t think anyone would remember or want to know when exactly is the date of my birth. What goes around, comes around dude. An excellent self-reminder.
But what the fuck right! It’s my fucking birthday. I don’t mind fucking myself on that day. And Sarah Lacy’s new book is in my wishlist, which I hope to fulfill by August. Such a book nerd.
And please, I’m not counting on you to buy me this book. You think you will ah? Haha, that will be the day-lah!