Yes, it's that month where age catches up with me. Was just struck by a thought while on the tram, how fickle the human heart, myself included, is. When I was 10, I'll be happy if I had a Lego set to play with. At 15, I'll be happy if I had a Nokia handphone. And when I had a handphone, at 18, I'll only be contented if I had frequent flyer miles on myself. Now at 25, I have a university degree, I consider myself a frequent flyer (heh!), but what does it take to make me happy? A car, a house, lots of money. Is that all to it? Teach me O God, to be thankful whatever the circumstances are, for I have been blessed beyond measure.