I never had a cake on my birthday. I never knew what a kiddie party is, in fact, I never had one. I never complained. Born and raised in a poor family where cakes and birthday parties were a luxury, I completely understand why...
My team leader, having the access to my files learned why 13 is my favorite number. She started blasting the news a few days back and before I knew it, everyone was asking for the treat. Umph!
My Outlook got instantly filled with "happy birthdays" and for the nth time, they spelled my nickname with an “i”. Overwhelmed, I didn't bother to correct them.
I just had the most number of birthday greetings received via email. My friend Joy just learned about it after she saw those messages. She was buzzing on my Instant Messenger nonstop in between calls, with this:
Today I'd start my day with a mass (as per mom’s order). Probably be dining with my friend Tine tonight. No parties, nothing special. Just another day…I will be spending my (birthday) leave with my family and just the thought of being away from work for four days is a breath of fresh air, probably the best birthday gift I could give myself this time. Gimme that much needed break, no work and all play makes me a very very happy boy!