So it was my birthday yesterday which usually is the day my brain would automatically go into an analyzing mode of my life. It's like an annual report or something. This year the brain started calculating how many times I have moved so far, how many jobs I have had, how many guys I was with...

So when it was doing the "from 02 to 06, I moved to US, 97 to 02 I was doing that...95-97 I was with so and so...when I went back to 91-92 when I was living at that apartment with a very nice view, it suddenly dawn on me that if I was living at that apartment between 91-92 which was the same year my then 1 year old cat adopted me; that means my cat could not been born before 90'. For some reasons, I have been, for the last 5 years, thought that my cat was born in 89 which made her 17 years old. Now that I "remember" she was born in 91', it is like I am given 2 more years to be with her. TWO years is a lot to a cat. I have been feeling dreadful for the last couple of years that my cat is getting so old, she will leave me very soon. But now, I am given 2 more years' time with my cat!!! That is the BEST birthday gift I have ever got! Thank you, Universe!