quit calling out my name.

a day ahead of the dreaded one, my friends got together to do the usual.surprise me: only this time there were some new members! *good thing*
so there it was, a handful of surprises got the day started,one thing led to the other and minus the heat, things were fun.But alas...the clock's got to join hands!and it was 12'o' clock!
Damn!!
So,it's the 6th of July.I don't know what it is...but there's something about birthdays which make me sulk and no,it's got nothing to do with getting older!I hardly care about that, as of now.I call it the BIRTHDAY SYNDROME and besides making me sulk...it spoils everything for everybody else.So back to 12'o'clock,a few random calls and tears later,I begin my sulky day/night with a discussion on ghosts(?).I also realised that It was the first time that I wasn't home on my birthday night :/ and probably that was another reason I was so tensed and worked up.*yes,I'm weird*
Birthdays urge everybody around you to force you into happiness.now you might wonder how that could be bad!but anything you're being forced into is a potential bugger!And specially for people like me who are anyway so anti birthdays.
But time does pass...and the day's over and gone :)
nevertheless thank you for all the gifts,the wishes*from people who matter*,smiles,the effort.I probably cant react anymore,which is why my mom decided to end my birthday by calling me cynical.but honestly I appreciated whatever my friends and family did for me.I love you.