devastatingly human

so i turn twennie today. rather old. where do twenty years of your life pass you like that. and how. aiyoh, nevermind, yesterday we counted down to my birthday at mambo hurhur. i always blamed the government for my birthday. School term never failed to start right smack in my birthday week just after the june holidays. I even had one rather dismal prelims one year on my birthday.
but things have changed since. Uni term starts especially late so please consider my joy.

So as you grow older you start to measure your life in terms of the number of birthday wishes you get. You get anonymous numbers streaming in and you realise it's a friend gone overseas/to army/away etc. you feel immeasurably touched and appreciative that they actually remember; yet you know they had help; Friendster birthday reminders/ emails etc. Nonetheless you recognise the effort made.

Then there are friends who wish you well, and guilt overpowers joy when you realise you can't remember theirs, but you jolly well know it would be suicidal to reply "thanks for the wishes! when's yours?"

And then there are those you wish had wished, but didn't, deliberately, or unknowingly forgot. And you shrug your shoulders and get on with life because who cares for birthdays anyway. everyday is a birthday for somebody else so get a life.

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