It's bizarre. This day is special. I've celebrated it all my life- from anticipation of presents during childhood, to druken parties in my wild teenage years, to attempts of fornication (often failed) in adulthood.
But this evening there was an overwhelming sense of dread to head down for my family dinner celebration. Which lead to a turn of events that forced me to look back on my life.

RICH LIFE

I've certainly led a far richer life than any individual has a right to in any given lifetime.

I've shared the footsteps of my Saviour in Israel, chatted with the Creator of the universe last night and prayed for Anna Kournikova.

I've influenced some over 100 children to believe that I am their god. Getting them to do crazy things to inflict pain and damage to fellow servers in the children's ministry.

I've partied with pussycat dolls in my bed everynight. Melody's face is EVERYWHERE in my room.

For my 23rd birthday, i have a-not-so-hot sex slave wanting to suck me dry. (whatever that might mean).

I have a mother who was, in her time, one of Singapore's first supermodels and also one of the most notorious criminals. You have no idea the number of girls I've learn to pick up with that life story.

I have a GREAT bunch of church friends, who have loved me unconditionally, which is why they will all end up in an asylum.

That has made me determined to really celebrate everyday of my life, because my life is so far worth celebrating, despite the downs that I might be facing.

Hopefully, one year from now, I will write about how much more there was to celebrate.