Yesterday marked my 24th year on Earth. I only spent the eve of my birthday drinking with one of my closest college friends, reminiscing about well… college and envisioning the years ahead. Spent my birthday with my family, and childhood friends. No well-planned (no plans at all) party, no grotesquely drunk joiz painted across the floor of some ladies room (no photos to prove it anyway), no flamboyant burning of cash. It was an ok birthday… Maybe it was a bit bitin but beggars can’t choose. I just didn’t want to plan anything at all (and end up disappointed that the plan just didn’t push through, like last year).

ola, marguerita... come here often?

Oh yes, she’s here. She’s there, she’s everywhere! My daughter’s turned two!

Photos are on multiply and flickr, but it isn’t much. Terrible twos? She can throw a terrible tantrum, can be very naughty and my kid’s smart amidst being a bit late on the talking side (wala kasing kausap masyado). I hope I survive the next year of having little people at home now that my princess is two years old.

People born on the month of November are the sexiest (the sleeziest too? heehee joke!) in the face of the planet. No, do not argue with my alcohol-influenced generalizations here, shut up. Lemme just greet all the sexy men and women who celebrated and will be celebrating their birthdays this month. Happy birthday to you guys! :woohoo:

On a serious note, I know I have been depressed and have been in a weird mood for the past several days (or is that several months? or maybe even years?) up to till two hours before my birthday last Wednesday night. It was then when a glimmer of hope emailed itself to me.

Emailed? Hi-tech na ang emotions ngayon? Oh yes, di nyo ba alam yun? Oh but I digress. My point is, it was my birthday last Thursday, when I thought things would look very bleak, it wasn’t really really such a disappointing day. And I should be updating my profile everywhere that still says I’m 22.