another eve
Tuesday, February 19th, 2008I hate Feb. 19. It reminds me that I’m going to be a year older the next day. It drags on like forever and the anxiety that goes with it builds up like a skyscraper that’s nowhere near collapsing. I hate it.
This birthday eve is particularly annoying. My plan to go out with my friends and hold a "salubong" at Martini Bar was thwarted by some hideous flu I’ve been nursing since Friday. I talked to my friends over the phone the whole day and they all agreed that I sound like a dude. Heck, even my boyfriend said so. No wonder he’s not calling.
Looking back, I just started hating my birthday eve when I was about to turn 25 (go figure). Feb. 19 fell on a Sunday and at around 8 p.m., I started making panic calls to a couple of friends. I and A were nice enough to spend a few hours with me and help me cure my temporary insanity with a bottle of red wine and a box of chocolates at the risk of getting caught for vagrancy on UP grounds.
Last year was uneventful. I spent it staring at my laptop and trying to come up with a blog entry similar to what I’m doing now.
If there’s something that got me excited tonight, it’s learning that my next three birthdays fall on a weekend. That, and AirAsia’s new flight to Vientiane and Yangon. It’s too late to be planning now, but I wonder where I’m headed when I turn 28.
I have an hour and a half to go, which means I can still make peace with a special person before I become older than him. Or make that four hours. After all, I was born at 2:30 a.m.
