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Yesterday was my 32th birthday but I'm the kind of guy who doesn't like  these special days. I love common days, ordinary days with all their ordinary things, people and behaviours. Nothing more than the costum, nothing more than the expected. I don't even like being the sharp focus, unless I have really deserved it. These are the reasons that explain why I don't like celebrating the day I was born. In any case, the congratulations should have been adressed to my mom, who did all the work that 4th of June 1980. Well, having said that, I can't complain about my birthday. I've received a lot of affection since the very first hour of the day and I appreciate that coming from such great friends. Now, back to normality, back to the basics, with my mango frappuccino, my laptop and my eyeglass cleaning tissues piggyback, I must thank you all again: You're the best, guys! You're the best boost to keep on counting years.