So I've known you for about...uh...how many years now? At least five, probably more, and I don't think we've ever actually done something to celebrate it! I mean, I think last year was the first time I actually gave you a present. This is quite awful of me on my part: your birthday is meant to be a special day, but I've never really acknowledged it, other than to write a meaningless birthday wish on your Facebook wall. 

So I shall take some time today and reflect on the good times, which you do a good job of reminding me of with your homemade cards filled with anime pictures, which always make me feel bad when I look at them, since I'm a lousy gift-giver.

In the beginning, we discovered a mutual obsession with Tsubasa and discovered that in terms of dominant versus recessive traits analyzed in science class, we were twins. This was also the first time you introduced me to Asian music- I still listen to "Shuo Ai Ni" and start doing the Macarena during the interlude. 

Later on, we became fans of Fahrenheit, suffered through cold Tuesday nights in marching band, and discovered a song whose music video makes us cry every time. We struggled under the evil grading system of the harshest English teacher in existence, and came out of it with the ability to write something decent in the few hours before the sun rises. That was also the first time we exchanged stories- and I still remember marvelling over your creative writing story. It wasn't crap, no matter what you say; it was simple but emotional, and I wished I could do the same. 

And now, we've discovered K-pop and fanfiction and I think we've grown closer than ever. I really value your friendship and your willingness to listen to me rant for hours about things that have nothing to do with you. If I had to listen to myself complain that much, I'd probably turn on "Bonamana" at full volume just to drown me out. 

So Happy Birthday, unni. May this year be better than the last. ^^