it's been two weeks since my birthday (well almost!) and yet..every night before i go to bed something keeps me awake a while..
the lack of birthday cards this year..
i mean..i got lots of sms..but how many sms-es can you keep?
maybe everyone is just busy, plus the economy is bad..so an sms counts for a card..
then again, are birthday cards all that important?
does a birthday card mean that the sender care for you?
maybe not..
but when you open the mailbox day after day after day in hope..
not even daring to contemplate that your closest friends probably did not send you a card this year.. ..

well..i made up my mind that they were probably too busy with other stuff..
but it hurts all the same..somehow..
how appropriate then..that one of my more popular poems in recent times is "shifting through times"..
beautifully ironic..

i've decided..next year..no more mailbox inspections..no more keen anticipation..
afterall, the higher your expectations, the harder the fall..
and i've the bruises to remember this lesson by..

hope i can sleep well tonight..
with the knowledge that at least i've not been forgotten..
yet.. ...