All posts tagged: birthday

38th Year Goals

Five days from today, I shall be celebrating my 38th birthday. I don’t think I’ll have the time to write that day or in the coming days after tomorrow. In the mean time, I am committing to finish the following unfinished tasks below as I do not want them to get carried over my 38th year of existence. After all, it’s going to be a new beginning for me and I shall have new resolutions, new goals. I know I won’t be able to keep myself away from my laptop though and it would take a long time to finish editing my blog posts, ensuring that the photos of certain articles would finally appear on the front page. As much as I consider myself a techie, I’m not exactly knowledgeable when it comes to the technical aspects of putting up a blog, or making one look exactly the way I want it to, at least. So, what I’ll do now is make sure that I get reminded of the following tasks and goals whenever I turn …

11-12-13

It’s ironic that my husband had to remind me how special this day had been, Not only because I’m celebrating my birthday, but also because this day shall never appear again in the calendar. 11-12-13. And I think this is the last time I shall be writing about dates or numbers, for that matter, then. To be honest, I didn’t really feel any extra special today. I didn’t sleep last night excited about today, although I did feel happy because I just earned my first ten-digit profit from my business in just one sale. Finally, I felt like I really was in business. I’ve been trying to determine why I didn’t feel like celebrating this year, and I suppose that must have something to do with the recent changes taking place all around me. First, we just moved and the house is still in chaos. Second, hubby’s back in Singapore again after just a week of vacation, which was mostly spent on moving. Third, because of our recent move, I’m facing a lot of adjustments …

Officially at mid-30s

Monday of this week seemed to be the only Monday I had thoroughly enjoyed in my entire life. And it must be because it’s my 35th birthday. Yes, I’m finally, officially, in my mid-thirties, yet it feels like 40 is still more than a decade away! I just feel so blessed! I may not have everything that I want in life, but I know that in time, God will give me my heart’s desires, which include having my husband home for good, without him having to work abroad anymore just to keep our family’s finances afloat. I know that in time, my business will also grow big and I’ll be able to bless others through it. I’m actually surprised that it feels good to be at my age. Looking back, I dreaded reaching 30 when I was still in my 20s. In fact, early in our marriage, I made my husband agree that once I get past 30, we would no longer consider having another child. I suppose it’s because my late mother was already 38 when she had me. …

“Time in a Bottle”

Our Big Baby A recently turned nine this October. We wanted to have a fun and memorable birthday party for her, of course, and I just realized that I was the one who seemed to be the most excited about it! I couldn’t believe how many times I had changed plans for her birthday celebration already, trying to come up with a small-budget Disney Princess-like ball. By the time I thought things were already perfect, I’ve already done enough, and everyone’s happy with what I finally came up with, however, I started facing new dilemmas. The first has something to do with the fact that she’s my daughter, my firstborn. That means I would love nothing than for her to enjoy her ninth birthday even if we didn’t have a budget for the kind of party we (or at least, I) wanted for her. I wanted so much of of what I had envisioned to become a reality and see her so happy! So when my husband pledged an amount for us to spend on her party, I immediately set …

My 34th birthday

I could no longer recall the last time I had as much fun celebrating my birthday as I did yesterday. Although there were some setbacks at the beginning of the day, they were not really that bad. My mother always tried to make sure that she would be the first to greet me on my birthday when she was still alive. She’d be up early and would wait for me to open my eyes then greet me each year until my husband and I moved out of my parents’ house, though she would call me on my cell phone instead… This was the first thing that came into my mind when I woke up. I miss my mother so much! Now that she’s no longer around, her small gesture(s) of making me feel special suddenly seems like the most important thing to me in the world, especially on my birthday! Little did I know, however, that many of my friends had already sent me messages online just after midnight. God certainly knows how to cheer me up! Not to …

Hello, November!

I could no longer recall the last time I felt excited about this month. I used to count the days and months until November when I was a child, but during the past few years, I just started to dread it. I was born in November, so that explains the excitement I used to feel when the month gets nearer. Plus, the fact that after November, it would soon be Christmas. However, with the marital problems I had in the recent years, including financial difficulties, the death of my mother, estranged relationships with in-laws, moving out of my parents’ house, seeing friends go and change jobs or leave the country, somehow, I started to feel like there’s really nothing to celebrate each year. I just felt alone, save for my children who would find ways to cheer me up every day. Things are still not all well with me now, actually, but my excitement grows, especially with my young daughters counting off the days until the twelfth. I’ve been trying to come up with a plan …

Happy eighth: celebrating marriage

My husband and I celebrated our eighth wedding anniversary the other day, 21 March 2011. Very early in the morning, before heading home from an overnight stay at my parents’ house, my daughters and I dropped by Red Ribbon to buy a cake. My eldest daughter even insisted that I had a message inscribed on it, and so I did. Written beautifully in white icing were the words “Happy 8th Anniversary.” By seven in the evening, the girls and I could no longer contain our excitement. We were also already hungry and couldn’t wait anymore for my husband to get online at Skype. When he finally did, the girls started singing, “Happy eighth, eighth anniversary…” to the usual tune of “happy birthday.” They even danced and took pictures of their father and me as I held the cake for my husband to see through the laptop’s web cam. I also placed a delicate pink and white candle on top of the cake, which I had to light a couple of times as my daughters took …

32 years and a few minutes

  I’m not sure whether I should feel excited about celebrating my birthday later. I’ll be 33 at exactly 6:30 AM, 12 November 2010. For the second time, I’ll be celebrating my birthday without a mother to greet me warmly as soon as I wake up. And I guess I just have to get used to that. I also have to live with the fact now that although wonderful changes had taken place in my marriage, well, my husband’s not around for me to share the day with him. I wish November 13’s my birthday, and not tomorrow.   Why? For one, I get to celebrate a birthday on a Friday the Thirteenth! Yeah, right, as if that matters! Seriously, I just wish it won’t take place soon. Because I am in such a mess right now. I have a deadline to beat, a house to clean the moment I wake up, and a daughter to send to school very early in the morning, when all I want to do is wake up late, have a …