Enjoy my birthday? No

I've always said my perfect birthday would be just an 'extraordinarily normal' day. Contradiction! It would go something like, learning loads of interesting and useful stuff at school, drinking coffee and milk tea to my content, have a nice meal to accompany it with lots of chilli :D, reading awesome new current affairs, chatting with good friends, accomplishing homework and other extra work to the gratitude of others :P. Then my OG mate whom I now consider sub-friend (lol grudge!!!) said that's cause my life sucks.

And that, my friends, was another moment of infinite hatred. The closest I remember being the time my elder brother tricked my into changing, packing my things and panicking over the non-existent music lesson I had that day. And back then I didn't know how to use the word FUCK.

I shall not go into the details of how insanely stereotypical, judgmental and disrespectful that statement was.  Suffice to say that, somethings you say, in fact, DO HURT even to the best of men.

And it is with this omen that underlines my birthday today.

With my saturday burned by the Gryphon Social Entrepreneurship Symposium coverage plus the photo editing, it was too my utmost frustration to wake up today to a 'delivery failed' notification about the photos I sent to Corporate Comms... Church ate my morning, buying a prime lens and sometime else I will elaborate later burned my afternoon, and I now have to contend with homework, more photo editing and sending, and well, stress. No time to even exercise.

So what was that something else? An iPhone 4... After all the ranting about conformism and wasting time, money and space buying such commercialized, artificial needs... I was pressured into buying it by my mother. I cannot explain the amount of rage that I felt over spending $480, twice the amount of a lens, 6 times the amount of a video game... for a smart phone which could possibly lure you into addiction to social networking and casual gaming. I quote Plato, "For excessive freedom is nothing but excessive slavery." Everyone has different interpretations of quotes, so I will not explain this one because well I have other things to do right now...

So how? The iPhone shall hence forth have no facebook, no tweeter, absolutely nothing fancy. Please. It will store my rage at, ironically, the device itself, and my maybe some of my soul... I do not blame it, I'm just ashamed of using it in public.

Its close to the magic hour of photography, time to go back to work. So begins 17 year old life.

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An apt song. A decent movie. A symbolic reflection.