This birthday was spent at work.
Fresh from a trip from Hongkong and preparing for a trip to Boracay. He’s been enslaving himself on the day of his natal just because he thinks that there’s no problem working because it’s just any normal day.
This birthday was spent at work.
Fresh from a trip from Hongkong and preparing for a trip to Boracay. He’s been enslaving himself on the day of his natal just because he thinks that there’s no problem working because it’s just any normal day.
Yes it was a nice experience. I wanted to be discreet and tried to change the date in my Facebook account but somehow a number of people were still able to write on my wall. I also got some good text messages from colleagues at work and greetings from some family members. 090909 was good. It could only happen once in a lifetime; I’m glad I was able to experience it.
Celebrated Audrey’s birthday at Pino!
I’m happy that I got invited. Free food! hehe
Happy Birthday again Aud!

Should remembering a birthday be a test on how close you are with the person?
I used to be like that, too obsessed with everybody’s important days in their lives but somehow the memory slowly fades away. Although I still tend to recall them, I don’t give that much significance in making sure I’m able to greet the celebrant anymore.
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.
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.
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!
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.