Cheers! That is my usual spiel at the end of my blog.
It's a celebration, a message that you have finished ready a whole-lot of piece in my unsettling mind.
Today, I want to send my gratitude to you my unknown reader, internet lurker who happens to stumble upon this stranger's blog. Thank you.
I'm 31 now. It's a bit strange. When I was Younger I thought, 31ish are old dudes. When I was in elementary, our teacher made us write an essay about our life goals. I vividly remember I have set 31 as my marrying age. That'll have child at this point and a bit successful in life. I imagined that I'll be a peaceful transition to adulthood.
"How do you even define success you little runt!" scolding my younger hopeful self.
"Jeez, old geezer! chill the eff out!" younger self hitting back.
I guess my younger self has a courage to fight head on.
Happy Birthday to me!
It's not the best birthday, I don't feel excited whenever this day arrives. I guess, I don't see the point in celebrating.
I'm grateful to all the overwhelming social media greetings. It was unexpected, I thought no one will bother at this day and age. I guess I still matter to them.
You might think it's stupid to greet someone on their special day. I'm one of you. Yet this year it's a bit different. Our social media is cluttered, we have been given all this information yet we lack wisdom. A simple comment means someone gave time to greet you. Someone wishes you to be happy on your birthday and they mean it. That is something. I needed that.
My significant other, was relentlessly cute, she sings this Phineas and Ferb birthday song, she practiced and memorised the lyrics then sang it the whole day. She greets me every minute, in happy tone, cheering me up and all giddy and excited. It's contagious. Maybe she felt my gloomy aura.
My mom visited me in my dream, I hugged her tight. I'm really happy to see her. She's so beautiful. She look so happy. I felt a kid again. I miss her.
I never told my SO about this but my mom used to sing to me too. Nonstop. in my Language "Makulit" din. She tickles me, showers me with kisses. She was contagious too! I see a bit of her with Jam. I'm thankful that she's here. on my special day. spending time with me. Honestly, that's all I could ask for. Nothing more, Nothing less.
2019 has been fair to me. To be honest, I thought I'll never be here,. I did not even think I'll reach this age. I thought I was a goner last year. I guess I'm still grateful to be here blogging.
so again. Cheers!
No list for this year. Sorry to break tradition. I'll make one next year.
I guess my younger self has a courage to fight head on.
Happy Birthday to me!
It's not the best birthday, I don't feel excited whenever this day arrives. I guess, I don't see the point in celebrating.
I'm grateful to all the overwhelming social media greetings. It was unexpected, I thought no one will bother at this day and age. I guess I still matter to them.
You might think it's stupid to greet someone on their special day. I'm one of you. Yet this year it's a bit different. Our social media is cluttered, we have been given all this information yet we lack wisdom. A simple comment means someone gave time to greet you. Someone wishes you to be happy on your birthday and they mean it. That is something. I needed that.
My significant other, was relentlessly cute, she sings this Phineas and Ferb birthday song, she practiced and memorised the lyrics then sang it the whole day. She greets me every minute, in happy tone, cheering me up and all giddy and excited. It's contagious. Maybe she felt my gloomy aura.
My mom visited me in my dream, I hugged her tight. I'm really happy to see her. She's so beautiful. She look so happy. I felt a kid again. I miss her.
I never told my SO about this but my mom used to sing to me too. Nonstop. in my Language "Makulit" din. She tickles me, showers me with kisses. She was contagious too! I see a bit of her with Jam. I'm thankful that she's here. on my special day. spending time with me. Honestly, that's all I could ask for. Nothing more, Nothing less.
2019 has been fair to me. To be honest, I thought I'll never be here,. I did not even think I'll reach this age. I thought I was a goner last year. I guess I'm still grateful to be here blogging.
so again. Cheers!
No list for this year. Sorry to break tradition. I'll make one next year.
