sometimes i wonder why people like birthdays. i find its actually a very stressful day for all. for me i find that buying and choosing a birthday present is so difficult that i rather pretend that i don't even know about it while being a hermit. in fact i also find it difficult to even accept presents on my own birthday... the hidden implication is that i have to go and find out that person bday and even find a present to return the favour. i rather recieve your sincere feelings and not accept the material good. What spark abt all these thoughts is from my mother bday present. i hate birthdays.