Yes yes, it's been ages since I last blogged about anything, but I guess since it's my birthday, I should probably do it.
Yes people, I was born 27th of July, 1990. I was born in San Juan, Quezon City, but was raised in Bacoor, Cavite. I've been living there for 21 years, and this is my first birthday outside my homeland. To say the least, it wasn't any different from any other birthdays I have had.
I woke up yesterday, went to work, and just went about my day as usual. I thought nothing of the day, having little to no regard that it was my birthday. I never really made a big deal out of it ever since.
Sure, co-worker greeted me and all, but it was just routine and too common. One of them gave me a shirt as a present. It was a nice gesture, probably just because I was starting out.
When I got home, they had cake for me! It was sweet of them to sing to me as they set the cake, with candles mind you, right in front of me. It felt great, but it didn't last long.
You know that feeling you get when you're expecting something great but ended up in disgust and being annoyed? Well, that happened.
It was a shock to see the least likely people to greet and remember my birthday to actually do something great, and an even greater shock when the person you expect to do something did NOTHING.
I guess it is childish of me to be thinking that way, but it sucks. But I'll just shrug it off, give it a sigh, and let it pass.
I just hope my week's stay in Almanor, CA would give me some peace and slough off the stress.
Mood: Fed up
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