i celebrated my birthday not long ago…
and it started with a greeting from my mom saying… happy birthday my young boy…
confusing isn't it..? people supposed to get old during their birthdays… apparently not me…

i drove my motorcycle going to church and went home soaking wet with rain water…
how fun is that?… and it didn’t end there…

later my father ask me to buy me my birthday cake… so much for the element of surprise huh!...

anyway... i have this weird habit that I practice during my special “day”…
i usually save all the text messages of greetings i received from my family and friends, count them and compare the total to the sum of greetings i got the previous year…
and boy..! i regret that i did…

it’s just frustrating to know that they are decreasing… year after year after year…
but i still keep on doing it maybe because i still hope that maybe and just maybe it'll be different the next time…

it’ll be frustrating at first if it doesn’t but it’ll be damn great otherwise…
so maybe it's worth the risk...

i think i have the fantasy that many of my friends remember my birthday…
well, not that I memorize theirs or anything… so if they didn’t I usually ask myself do I know his or hers? Fair enough…

and lastly…

my birthday coincides with our break up…

so it’s pretty clear…

you gain some… you lose some…

and for me... it happened all at the same time...