Edcel.net – mind games

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.

Yeah, that’s my name in chocolate. Too sweet to handle. Ngork.

Celebrated Audrey’s birthday at Pino!
I’m happy that I got invited. Free food! hehe
Happy Birthday again Aud!

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.

Call me insensitive now but I guess I’ve grown accustomed to people not remembering mine as well.

I still think that it’s a measurement of a person’s importance towards the other. But it’s not that big of a deal anymore. Have I grown cold to forget? It doesn’t have to mean anything, though that notion is actually what it means at all, nothing.

Just pass me a beer and we’ll forget about it.

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.