No, it doesn't end tonight.

Thank you to markymark, gnia, rea, ryan, les, rachel, imran, siong guan, haikal, the big 4, hiresh, kingseng, joyce, xiaoxuan, daren, the whole sa soccer team, faye, cheryl, sharon, cher, hil, doug, and all those who wished me but unfortunately had their names forgotten. Special mention to bestfriend jill and to christine who called first and last respectively. (: I'd also like to thank Dutch-Girl, because the fact that you actually tagged shows that you knew about today and actually bothered about me. Mmm, thanks. Its only once a year that you feel this way.

I have shared with some people on how I view birthdays, I have even posted an entry about this some time ago. Anyways, I guess it would an appropriate time to blog about it today. So here goes.

Birthdays are anniversaries of your birth, and annually, the day is celebrated. You're showered with gifts, blessings and etc. Hmm, and for what? Was it some achievement on your part that you made it into the world and thus deserve rewards for? The only reason why people look forward to their birthdays is the presents. Or maybe its for the excuse that they can go out and let their hair down. Or they really just cannot wait to grow up. Do people actually think things like "Hey, i was born seventeen years ago..."?

I woke up one morning to the voice of Daniel Ong on the radio, like I always do. His voice never fails to wake me up(not meant in a very good way though). That day he was having a conversation with some teenage girl, who was celebrating her birthday that day. He was exclaiming stuff that went something like, "Oh! It's you birthday! It's the day you were born! It's the day your mum gave birth to you!" So, right there it struck me. Birthdays really shouldn't be for you to celebrate, but rather your parents. Your mum especially. Birthdays mark the accomplishment of carrying you around for nine long months, the end of all that labour stuff, I don't know, i'm not a mum. And what does she get for all that trouble? Lets see, just about nothing really. That simple line totally changed my perceptions of birthdays. Now you may realise why I didn't kick up such a big fuss about my birthday.

Oh by the way, as of now until further notice, which may never come, I am a monolinguist. "Chinese", or anything related to that word, means nothing to me. 100% English.