Same Difference

Last Sunday I turned 28. That’s two more to go before I reach the magical 30 mark__ a milestone I’m awaiting since I believe that a woman’s life truly begins at 30 which as my mom tells me is the new 20. Anyway since birthdays are all important to me I decided to you know… just list a few lessons I learnt in the year gone by. (Posting this at the risk of getting caustic comments about “my shortcut ways” from The ZS and The TP…ah, well, I can never please them so…what the heck!!!)

I’ve learnt that good friends never call and ask if they can come over, they just arrive unannounced at an ungodly hour with coffee and ice cream.

I’ve learnt that hot chocolate tastes better if you put a dash of coffee in it.

I’ve learnt that whenever I get excited about a new author that I’ve discovered I end up being sorely disappointed with his/her next book.

I’ve learnt that if it takes you apart then that’s not love because love puts you back together.

I’ve learnt that there are two kinds of men: a man’s man and a woman’s man. And I’d rather know a man’s man.

I’ve learnt that if I insert a straightened paper clip into a tiny hole that is located on the front of my computer’s optical drive, I can extract a stuck CD or DVD.

I’ve learnt that I can safely block a few people on my gtalk and be happy.

I’ve learnt that LIGHTHOUSE can’t even make black coffee.

I’ve learnt that people who insist on asking what gift I want for my birthday never give me what I asked for.

I’ve learnt that an eye contact can sometimes speak more than a thousand words.

I’ve learnt that if someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, it doesn’t mean that they don’t love you with all they have.

I’ve learnt that I can never lie to my parents.

I’ve learnt that you can never put a premium on people.

I’ve learnt that while men are better at building castles in the air, it takes a woman to build them with brick and mortar.

I’ve learnt that the difference between running a team and ruining it is the ‘I’.

I’ve learnt that a mere mention of the word ‘shopping’ is a cure for my chronic insomnia.

I’ve learnt that while everyone wants to be unique it takes a greater degree of self-assurance and courage to be normal.