Oh well.. My twenty-thrid birthday has been gone without many people noticing it. My identity has less meaning than other people, and I found less people cares about me. But I am happy because at least one person cares to remember to send me a card. She is the one I really care. :) Depressing mood went away after reading familiar hand-writing of hers. What's a big deal of one's birthday? It is just another day in many thousand days that we live. Oh my goodness. We can only live at most 25,000 days. And I have lived 8395 days already. I am one-thrid of way of my life. :( What have I accomplished? Nothing? My depressing mood comes back after all these calculation. :I Happy birthday to me anyway. -dal