It's been a long time since I did something quite like this. In fact, the decision I took was quite a gamble. It could succeed and propel me to heavenly status. It could also fail, dumping me into eternal shame. I did what no man has tried - I brought a cake with a solitary burning candle into the cinema. It was one of those ideas that got into me as I try to sleep. It was great, I thought. Coupled with the right ambience and the suspense element, it could become one of the best birthday surprises for years to come. Me, the pioneer. I fell asleep, convincing myself that I am the maestro architect of great ideas. In the end, I would falter. I was so un-myself. I wanted to scrap the plan but the voice in me told me not to waste the cake, as if it's not wasted already. It was heavily indented on one side by the time I was ready to perform the stun. The embarrassment in me advised against singing the birthday song. So, poor gal made the wish and blew out the candle, with the ushers looking on, giggling at my simplicity. I felt like gunning myself but I reckoned my skin has enough armor to pull me through. It would be perfected over time, I consoled myself as the both of us left Mr & Mrs Smith behind.