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Thursday, January 05, 2006

WHO WILL REMEMBER?

I deleted all the messages in my inbox, in preparation of the influx of birthday wishes that I expected to receive at the stroke of midnight. Midnight came and went, but my inbox remained empty on my phone. I guess I should not complain. Estee called me earlier during dinner to wish me Happy Birthday in advance and, Nina and Sarah both wished me in advance on MSN.

But still...the disappointment is hard to swallow.

After so many years, I should have gotten used to it. That somehow, I'll never be the girl who has friends who would plan a surprise party for her or do something really special or cool for her. Because somehow, something more important always comes along the way. An even a simple Happy Birthday text on the stroke of midnight is just too much trouble.

It only brings home what I've suspected all along. Most of the people who come to my birthday aren't there to celebrate me. They are just there for the food. Without an invitation to this year's birthday party, none remembered it is my birthday.

I'm sorry for being a petulant child but the silence leaves me in nothing but tears.

posted at 3:21 AM

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