On Your Birthday

     Happy Birthday. Spending more years with you and celebrating special occasions like these now hold more meaning than ever. You are a beautiful gift to the people around you especially to me. Let's spend the whole day together!

#30DayWritingChallenge: Your Worst Brithday

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     I rarely celebrate birthdays. I find it tedious and I don't want to have a bad memory about my birthday. But, life will always find a way to make sure every one us will have one.

      A couple of years ago after I left my first job, I decided to start freelancing and work from home. The first year of that venture was brutal, as I did not have a clue of of what working from home would entail. I got rejection after rejection. To soothe my crushed ego, I went into chat rooms. A week before my birthday I met a guy, who had a very sardonic wit and according was always horny. That day, we decided to meet in person. I went over to his place and we talked about books and movies and tv shows. With all these topics being thrown around we still managed to hook. The sex was adequate and I went home the following the day. We continued to text that day when he dropped a bomb on me. He said we shouldn't be seeing each other anymore. Thinking that it was another rejection, I quickly accepted it and said goodbye to him.
 
     On the day of my birthday, he sent me a text message greeting me on my special day. He asked if we could meet and I said yes. Suffice to say we ended up in bed again, but this time we got to talk a bit more about our status. He said that he was about to leave the country and does not know what will happen to us. I told him that whatever happen will happen and all the other things people in rom-coms would say to each other.

     Several weeks had passed and I went into the chat rooms again. Lo and behold, there he was. I confronted him about the whole thing and he told me what I presumed at that time to be the truth. He wasn't leaving the country. The reason why he couldn't see me anymore was that he had a boyfriend. They've hit a rough patch and decided to work things out separately when I entered the picture. During my birthday week they've managed to patch things up and become a couple once again. He told me to not hope that he will be mine.

      I was devastated. But not for the reasons he told me. I could have spent my birthday with my family, or even by myself, but I chose to celebrate it with him. That was a big kick in my face.

        To this day, I never knew what happened to him. Might as well. 

       

       

#30DayWritingChallenge: The Story Behind Your Profile Picture

   This photo was taken when Allan and went to Viking's to celebrate my birthday. I'm not a fan of celebrating my birthday. I felt out of place in the mini-parties that female parental unit organized for me back in grade school. 

     Allan decided not to surprise me because

1. He knew my aversion to celebrating my birthday.
2. I found out about his little plan and spoiled it.
3. He knew he could get to go with telling me in advance 
4. Food. Food. Food.

    A day before our Viking's adventure, I came down with a flu. Upon arriving at our place, I decided to take a cold shower since my fever was running high. Both of us were determined to have our fill even if I was not 100% energy wise.

     

    When we got there the first thing that we did was to pile food on our plates. It was after sitting down and talking about something that Allan remembered to take my birthday picture.

Kids

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   So Allan's nephews spent the day here in Pasig, and boy those two sure knows how to wear down an adult. Namely me. 

   I know I've said in the past about my dislike for kids, Allan's nephews are enjoyable albeit tiring to look after. The eldest PJ, is three and is known for having mood swings and fears. He's afraid of being carried to high and doesn't like being placed on top of anyone's shoulders unlike other kids his age. He also likes to watch the animated movie Cars and hides behind you when the scene in the highway starts to appear. He's a picky eater but will let you hug him while eating when feels like it.

   PJ's younger brother EJ is different from him. EJ is more aggressive and will not stop crying until he gets what he wants. He likes "flying" and laughs and when he's left to explore his surroundings. He also likes figuring out problems just like when he would the mono bloc chairs in a way where he's be able to climb up without the chair tipping over. He also likes to eat anything as evidenced by his chubbiness. 

   A day maybe not enough to bond with them but it more than enough tire me out. But man it sure is fun looking after them. 

Working Birthday

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   So today is my birthday. I don't expect the day to be any different or special. But I am thankful that I am here and spending this day with the people that matter to me. That in itself is good gift that keeps on giving everyday. Allan bought me ensaymada with a lots of icing and caramel sauce on top. It actually looks like a cake. And it's delicious too. His sister and her kids also dropped by to spend a couple of days with us. It's going to be a lot of fun looking after Allan's nephews as those two are not one to lose their energy. Oh kids. 

   Now as I told myself a year ago. Don't stop. 

   

Obligatory Birthday Musing

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   My birthday is a week from now and I still don't feel excited about celebrating it. The parental units are still baffled by my lukewarm reception to any idea of a celebration. To be honest, when I was growing up, I didn't really get why there was a need to celebrate my birthday and do it at my school. I mean I had classmates who I didn't like at that time and I certainly did not want them eating my birthday cake. I get the reason why people celebrate their birthdays and I am very thankful that I am still here and I am with the people I love but I feel like celebrating it is an obligation which kind of makes it feel an unnatural thing to do. To add to that I feel like I'm being an inconvenience to others since their spending time on me on my special day instead of doing whatever it is that needs their attention. All of these is just too much of a hassle really. 

   But it is nice to feel special on that day, and a cake doesn't really hurt right?

Happy Birthday.

Now start writing.