Gee, it's that day again. That one day that always happen once a year. That one day that makes you older by 1 year. That 1 day that tells you that you have lived 27 years on the planet. That 1 day..
Why? just tell me why? Why must time flies so fast? It was just like yesterday I was still a young little boy, chasing chickens with a lastic, stealing mango from my neighbour mango tree, scaring my friends with my king cobra. Why can't the time stop? Why can't time stood still and let me enjoy my youthful days? why?
Why? Why must I feel good about it? Why must I celebrate it? Don't people know that this one day shows that I'm getting older? Don't people know that little children and even teenagers start calling me uncle? Don't people know that parents out there keep on asking me when am I to tie a knot with a special somebody? Don't people know that my mum keep on asking me when is her grandchild coming? Why o Why?
Don't know why, don't ask me why. It's must be of this birthday thing.
