When I was young, I used to feel special when it was my birthday. It was a day where I would go around with an imaginary special aura, sort of like having a wind surrounding me as I walked around light-footed and grin ear to ear. Everyone would then come to me and smile and say 'Happy Birthday' and I would smile back and say thanks.

I used to think that it was impossible for anyone to forget their own birthday, since it is THE day where you would expect everyone you know, or almost everyone you know, to remember and send you their best wishes, hoping that your dreams will come true, and you will live happily ever after. It is also THE day where you would receive presents, some of which you have been stretching your neck for, and some of which you would never expect but are happy nonetheless to receive.

After all, this is not only THE day, it is YOUR day.


But as time goes by, as the number of candles on my birthday cake gradually increase, as things change and life isn't as simple as before, I come to realise that some faces come and go. Friends have new friends, new commitments, or even a new life.

But for those faces that stuck, for the ones who remembered, wished and celebrated my birthday, and are still doing so and hopefully will be doing so in the future, I sincerely and honestly appreciate and thank each and every single one of you.


Thank you! =)