I recently turned 43 and had a lot of realisation even before turning a year older. I dunno with you but I really don’t mind getting old each year, I worry less of age because it’s just a number and what really matter is the impact you have made to yourself, to family and friends, to your community, to your country and what made you as a person. Okay, I won’t dare talk of being a partisan, hehehe, let’s leave those articles to Mocha Uson and her counterparts. 🙂
In the past, especially of last year I celebrated my 42nd birthday with a blast, I had a number of celebrations bec I thought I needed that outlet, I needed to be surrounded by many –for what? A smug satisfaction perhaps? I really do not know what I am trying to prove the reason of my extravagant celebrations. Way of saying thank you? It was my lame excuse because I felt I owe them something. When in fact the real thing, I’m always the giver, the pleaser. And many times in the past I felt I’m taken for granted because who cares? Who truly cares? I can name a real few. Sigh!
Sometimes when you’re at age like me you came to a point, mostly on slow days, you tend to recollect things in the past and everytime it happened I’m saddened, there’s obvious fakeness in everything that surrounds me. But then, I can’t change people and events, I can’t preach sincerity, it’s not easy to deal with falseness and beyond. So, I guess for me it’s either you win it or lose it, I have to be true to myself and discard the rotten tomatoes in my basket. So there, let my drama series take a close from here, for now.
Happy happy birthday ‘ney! ♥
My birthday fell on a Saturday and my girls at the office gave me an advance party on the 13th. It’s ze husband’s birthday by the way but we really didn’t celebrate, I remember us having la paz batchoy at one of our favorite stop after he blew his birthday candle at home, thank you Darwin & Rosette for the chocolate cake.
Back at the office, my girls go overboard this time and decked my post like I’m James Reid’s number one fan. I’m a fan but not a die-hard one, nothing compared with my fangirling to Ely Buendia during Eheads stardom. Uhm girls, I appreciate all the effort you put in making that James Reid daydream look in your eye, other than I might be too old for this, whachathink? 😀 Next time, next year, can you please tone down to a lighter theme? Say Kate Spade inspired? That classy black and pink visuals? Go at Pinterest for some inspiration, please. Of course, I didn’t tell anyone that I’m a bit uncomfortable of the James Reid banderitas, I silently requested one of the utility boys to neatly remove the decors after everyone left that day. Sorry girls, I’m not really complaining but this is too much hype. Hahaha.
Nonetheless, thank you team for making my birthday always a merry one. 🙂
Anyhow, I was treated to lunch by the team. We had the traditional cake blowing, I got two Sansrival cake just bec it’s my all-time favorite. Hey, I also love Mary Grace and Contis and Costa Brava or Hizon’s, why not Estrel’s? I only wish they could read this blog so it’d be easy for them to prepare, hehehe. And because I don’t want to splurge anymore this year to extra celebrations I just ordered meryenda chow in the afternoon –pancit, mini-sandwiches and chicken lolly. I also don’t want to extend the celebration come Monday that’s why I also advance my birthday blow-out. Simple.
We’re already home during my birthday but ze husband had to drive back to Manila at 7am so I was left again, and like what I initially planned I will just sleep on my birthday. At almost noontime I was surprised to wake at the smell of pancit, oh somebody cooked for me, of course it was Nanay. She also cooked the classic spaghetti, I bet ze husband requested this because I was nagging him the other night about neglecting my birthday. Really, it’s been long since someone make an effort at home, I can’t even remember the last time.
By mid-afternoon the sister’s fam arrived and some cousins –pabebe boys, they all stayed until dinner time so the house was like in festive mood again. Ze husband and I were supposed to go out for coffee that night but sensing that he’s tired already I stopped myself from being brash. After all, his weekends are never really all about resting bec when he’s home the fur kiddos are on ultra-hyper mode, all three wanted his attention.
Sometimes you really questioned yourself what makes you happy, and what makes me happy is home. I always look forward to coming home and spending my weekend break with ze husband, with my maternal fam, with the fur kiddos. I love the crisp morning air and cottony clouds. I know every year would be a different story and every year I might have a different realisation and thoughts, but every year I’d turn to look at this blog and remember how blessed I am despite of all the misfortunes. Thank you Lord for the gift of life. ♥