Birthday

I dont care about birthdays. Nothing special about birthday, the sun still rises and sets on its predetermined time, the road was still jammed with traffic and people frowned their eyes, sometimes shouts (that would be me, all the time, though) while hands busily thumping horns or feet constantly reining breaks, the job was still as dull as yesterday, well, nothing changed. Looking back at the time, i had my first and only birthday celebration when i was five. Afterwards, there'd be no special, probably because my parents see that i'm already such a loner who lived in his own world and rarely wishes company and see them (the company, not my parents) as more a hindrance.

Thus, i rarely wished somebody else Happy Birthday, but mind you, not that i forgot about them. I had a good memory on numbers and dates, and that's a fact. Well, i just dont.

But today, i recieved 3 messages wishing me Happy Birthday (excluding my girlfriend, which was of course, the first in line to say, 'blow the candle') two of them came from old friends whose birthdays came before mine and both of which i've missed. Well, i heard somebody shout, 'How could you?' from the back-seat. I know, i know, my mistake. But on my defense, if it's already a habit for me not wishing Happy Birthdays to friends, wouldn't it be hard to change it? Imagine an avid smoker trying to give up smoking. Anyways, my apologies, and my highest appreciation for wasting ten seconds of your precious time to remembered my birthday and type a message.

Honest. Scout's honor.