September 14, 2006. 10:38 pm.

I am 23 years old. The truth to this statement expires in less than two hours. Tomorrow, I will lose my rightful claim to this desirably younger age.

Starting tomorrow, I will be as old as most of my teachers back in my school days when I used to think that Chocolate Hills of Bohol are made of real chocolates. I will be on the same age as my relatives and neighbors when they got married and had kids. I will be technically as mature as the salesladies, the actors on television and various professionals who used to appear old to me during the time when I still fascinated with Batibot and Sineskuwela.

Birthdays usually lead to celebrations and I should look forward to mine. Unfortunately, I could hardly manage to smile. My body feels the same severe exhaustion that I felt during the dreadful busy season. I worked overnight for two consecutive days trying to finish an urgent report. Tonight, I feel like the remaining energy that I have is only enough to lift a spoon. Read the entire entry »