It is already 10:40 in the
morning on this 29th day of August right where I am staying. Actually,
it is my coffee break but I am abstaining from it just for this time so that I
can write one more entry. Two days from now, I will be ticking my monthly goals
and to to-do lists to see how far I’ve gone and how much I’ve done things this
year—the craziest calendar ever. This eighth month in particular is also fully
packed with this-and-that goings-on like the rest of the months before it–when
traveling and loads of work seemed endless. Now let me grab this rare moment to
plug in my personal drama before these remaining eventful months will take away
my mood. I have been intending to do it the past days, but you see, I have no
memory like of an elephant. It is better late than never, anyway.
Just turned forty-two the last
twenty-first of August. As always, there was no big celebration to anticipate,
but it didn’t make me less thankful in life. What I had was a very simple diner
with a few of my friends. They graced my special day with delicious meals and
it made me so happy. We went out to our favorite coffee shop down town for a get-together
after—that was all I needed I think. Of course, my social media account was
swarmed with birthday greetings from family and friends. It made me happier
even. Their kind words remind me how blessed I am still despite my lacking and
my lonesomeness away from home. It was a 42nd great year, and a Happy
Birthday still!
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