Edcel.net - mind games

I’m still high from my birthday. Not that I should be, but it’s nice that people were able to greet me in some way. It’s been awhile since I last felt my worth. I forgot how it would be to valued.

I don’t really receive gifts, nor do I get to set up a party but I’ve always wanted to have one. In any case, I’m glad I was able to hang out and eat with some people. Even if this week has been pretty tight on my budget (I had to borrow a lot of money from different people), I’m glad that somehow the celebration has been somewhat special. Lol, can’t believe I’m in drama mode again. Anyway, according to a colleague “It doesn’t hurt to spoil yourself, especially if it’s your birthday.”

My birthday week in pictures.

Today was nice. I got to sleep a lot because it was declared a holiday (not because it’s my birthday). I went out with a few close friends I’ve made at work. We ate, albeit some uneventful instances. I received some text messages from people who remembered. It’s a nice feeling but then I don’t want to relish in this moment. Too much happiness isn’t good, not that I’m at that point or I’m almost reaching it. Just that I don’t want to put as much emotion to it. Some people will roll their eyes again on what the heck I’m saying; trying to decipher what they can. Oh well, that’s their choice. They want to know, they don’t.

Maybe I should apply for some hospitality internet marketing course.

Anyway, it’s another year added to my age.

22 and getting older.

September 9. It’s my birthday. A few people have greeted me already. Colleagues at work and, well, colleagues at work. A few friends later, and some close before. Somehow, I believe they have one wish for me. That’s also a wish I try to conceal from myself. Anyway, I’m not going to make this entry a depressing one, so cheers to an older me!

22 years and counting, it seems that there’s nothing too special with being 22; but I guess there’s not much change as well.

I came home from work at 9am and went directly to bed. When I woke up, I just heard my brothers arguing about something. My mother told them to stop and that they should behave cause it’s our father’s birthday. I was still in a dazed mood until I heard that line. I forgot my pop’s birthday. I completely forgot about it.

It’s not that we usually celebrate birthdays with something prepared, it’s just that I could’ve at least remembered the date. Just a mental note to keep in mind. Heck, I don’t even know how old my folk’s are. When I’m presented to fill up my personal documents, and I need to write their birth dates, I’d have to get back to those parts because I don’t know.

I feel ashamed of myself now.