Today is my birthday and I am now officially 33 years old. As usual, I am having birthday blues. It worsened now that I am million miles away from my family and friends.
My family is having my favorite home-cooked meal (kinilaw, native chicken lechon, grilled pork and Merta’s pancit by Ate Mar). My friends back home are out and about having drinks (it’s Saturday night for heaven sake), while I just came home from work.It’s a workday here in the Land of Kaugahan and I can’t afford to take a birthday leave due to year-end closing and audit.
But who am I to complain? Honestly, I am just thankful. I really do not have a personal birthday wish. It’s a secret deep in my heart but my wish is meant for another person.
Wait I do have a simple wish. All I want for my birthday is a pair of distressed or deconstructed jeans. That’s it.
PS. At 33, I realized that I should start counting wrinkles.
PPS. Thanks Rolex for the lechon kawali, pork liempo and pork adobo burp…It was indeed a Happy Birthday!