i was laughing at myself exactly a year ago. it was the agoniest, most sorrowful birthday i had, and i just can’t believe it it’s almost humor. i remember it well because i was wide awake and working as a waiter during the epic turn from june 6 to june 7th of 2009. it was very lively in the casino, and every color of lights were blinking not because they were happy that i aged but because they were just like that naturally, every single godforsaken day. the first and in-the-nick-of-time gift i got was a neat stack of dirty plates from rahul, an indian co-worker. i did not get a single cent of tip, how nice.
i was relieved to finish my shift and walk for home by half past 4 in the morning, and slept until noon to cook something in a pity attempt to say that i’ve celebrated it. i have as a guest my 2 argentines flatmates, and 2 filipino friends, jet (and her partner) and cielo (she later on joined me in queenstown adventure).
the good thing is that i usually don’t feel my big day to be any special than the rest of the 364 or 365 (during leap) days in a year. perhaps, my friends and family are more excited and happy for me starting with the bombardment of my facebook and friendster account, and sms.
in the afternoon, i walked around the town with nico and ended in a computer shop. pathetically hoping and completely disillusioned, i checked for IT jobs, but there was none.
today, i started being 27, and thank you for the time.
PS
i’m now wandering and lost around kuala lumpur with mom and sister.
