When driving Irene back home, I asked if she remembers how I celebrated her birthday in 2004. She’s stunned, “first year we had dinner at Eden's "The Ship", next year we go ..., and in 2004…2004…2004…” It’s only 3 years ago, but we are still sitting there trying hard to recall that incident.

Thankfully there is the digital age… I used to write down all my SMSes into a logbook, and even that doesn’t have a record. Then, I went online to Google for help, fortunately the event was recorded on my blog [Link]. I laughed out so loud I sprained my muscles. Back then The DaVinci code was the top selling novel, and I made her run all over the university just to find her birthday present. She was happy back then, but both of us can’t remember the incident if not for the record in my “digital diary”.

Moral of the story: Have to continue writing my blog. Else, all the things I've been working so hard to do will be forgotten in time.

Labels: Myself, Relationship