A not so angst - ridden bday post! :)

Dear Somebody Up There Who Likes Me,

Another year have passed and thanks to you I’m still alive!

It has been twenty-seven years. Three years from now I’ll be in my thirties and I’m glad that somehow you made me grow old gracefully. People still think I’m twenty-five and I would often correct them by saying, “Twenty-six”. However, I cannot be twenty-six for two years hence I admit that I need to grow up.

I don’t know if I ever made any birthday wishes in the past. I guess this would be the first time I would even make one that is so... public.

I made enough money this year but am still debating whether to do a celebration or not. I was thinking maybe I can celebrate it virtually. Right here with people who like reading my stuff, with those who over the years have become my friends and with those who feel they actually see themselves in the things I write. They are the ones who make my virtual presence "real". I'm thankful to them for putting more sense in what I write.

Let’s hope they have enough imagination to fill this entire page with a room full of balloons. Oh yes, how I love balloons even as a little child. Color it with hues of mauve and white; throw in some red and pink too. And of course don’t forget the cake in the middle of the room. Place it on a pink table with probably lechon, spaghetti, and ice cream on the side. And if you’re in the mood for it, you can also turn water into wine.

I know I’m guilty of counting my mistakes and my faults but since it’s my special day today, I think I’ll start counting my blessings.

I thank you each day...

... for giving me good friends. I may have no riches to speak of, I may not have my own car or my own house but with real friends around I can hitch a ride and crash into their place anytime I need one.

... for my virtual office. Nobody else sees it but me. Some people think I may have lost my mind going to work in my bikini or to dance around the office naked every time there’s a deadline and I cannot come up with anything creative to write.

... for my wonderful enemies... for despising me for who I am and for making me realize that I am better than them.

... for my job who feeds me and pays for my wants and needs.

... for ever looking my age and still giving me extra allowance. Bless their soul!

... for giving me the gift of writing. Without it I wouldn’t have used a portion of my frigid brain.

... and yes, I’m sick and tired of dating aimlessly and living an angry and lonely life. From hereon, can we please work on getting me a serious, loving, and long-term relationship?

I read somewhere that in order to get what you want, you have to know what you want. There’s this list I want to share which I made last night about how I picture my "ideal" man. I didnt bothering editing as I was laughing like hell when I read it again!

1. Single (way girlfriend ug way asawa).
2. Taller than me (I’m around 5’0”).
3. Gwapo in his own special, unique way.
4. Maayo mo timing.
5. Smart.
6. Chismoso with a good sense of humor.
7. Sweet.
8. Kama o moluto.
9. Not polygamous.
10. Someone who can surprise me.
11. Nindot ug broad shoulders para nice i hug.
12. Someone who will take care of me and who'll make me feel loved.
13. Pwedeng Lamaze coach.
14. Tattooed
15. Earning more than I am
16. Secure enough to let me keep my maiden name after we’re married.
Hmm...looks like a handful. No wonder I’m confused.

Never mind the list!

In simpler terms, help me find a good man who can make me laugh. The rest is negotiable.

Love,

Myself

P.S. I hope he finds me before I expire.