Gaaaah, I’m 33 years old!!!
Days before my birthday, I felt that Randy was feeling nervous. That’s because of my bout of depression on my 32nd birthday. Last year was the first time in years I didn’t have a crazy, activity-filled and people-filled birthday. As in last year was just a super ordinary weekday. Plus the fact na nag-inarte ako and I made my birthday on Facebook a secret because in the past years I got tired saying “Thank you!” to well-wishers. Tuloy, halos walang bumati sa akin. #KarmaChamelon #NagFeelingKaKasi I realized how important each greeting, kesehodang, “HDB” lang ‘yun.
I guess that’s why on the eve of my birthday, my beloved Randy gave something to be excited about the following day:
Another taste of the forbidden fruit (🍎), haha! IPad Mini, take 2! Thanks to my husband for thinking that this time, it's not gonna: . – be left in a taxi – get broken just months after its warranty expires – get soaked in Raviv's vomit . Gahd, my 🍎 gadgets have experienced it all! Tama na! Let this last for at least 5 years! #birthdaygirl #ipadmini #appleforever #theforbiddengadget #theforbiddenfruit #switchaprph #cathkidston #cathkidstonaccessories #cathkidstontabletjacket
I’ll tell you more about this on a separate post. Promise I’ll do that post!
But I was OK this year. My birthday fell on a Sunday, which means I had a teaching stint. I was busy, so no idle time. And no idle time = no time to self pity. Plus the fact that since my birthday was no longer a secret on Facebook. Ayan, marami nang nag-Happy birthday sa akin (thank you so much, guys!!!). Aaand, I received so many touching messages and Timeline posts 🙂
On my actual birthday, I just bought pizzas and cake from S&R and my favourite pancit malabon, and brought them home to Los Banos to share with our helpers. It was super simple handa, but at least may kumanta ng Happy Birthday, and I had a birthday cake with candle.
Kumusta naman ang candle ko? 😛
The following day, though, my Gymboree girls went to Los Banos and we all had dinner together in a restaurant. I chose to celebrate it with them because they’re now my extended family. I love them, and they have always shown that they also love me, either through words or through how sincerely and diligently they work.
I have always said that I don't like being a "boss", because I'm not good in managing people. I find it hard to reprimand staff, but when shit hits the fan I go crazy and go on an angry rampage. I'm really not fit to be a "boss". But surprisingly, I've been doing well. It's not that I've taken up an MBA or been reading management books. The secret lies in the fact that I have the most wonderful set of teachers. Thank you, Team #GymboreeStaRosa! I love you! 😻 My wish is for the parents of our students to see how great you all are, and how genuinely you care for their kids.
With the earlybirds, Joanna & Clarice. Three more of my ladies followed, but we don’t have decent photos. It was too dark already 🙁
They brought me another cake and I happily savoured my “moment”, which was shared with Raviv, of course.
I entitled this Wardrobe Diary entry as “Madame Dewmaine” because what made this year different was the fact that my being a “boss” was highlighted. Aside from the love that my Gymboree teachers have shown me, the “prodigal sons” of Brain Train also touched bases with me.
The first message I received on my inbox was from someone who hurt Randy and me recently. This person was with us for a long time, and because of a “better offer”, he dropped us like hot potato in the middle of a crucial moment. As in cold turkey style. No transition period, no training of his replacement.
To be honest, I really wanted to tell him that all is well. Randy and I loved this person. To the point that when we met a salesman at Wilcon Builder’s Depot who looked and talked like him, we instantly missed him, and we were automatically fond of the salesman. But the more you love, the more it hurts, di ba?
And then later that day, I received another greeting from another person Randy and I loved. Probably even more than the previous one.
It has been years since our falling out, and time has healed the wounds. Even Randy told me a year ago that if he sees this person, he can bring himself to greet this person already. We have had so many wonderful memories with him.
Honestly, their greetings were among the highlights of my birthday. Even though I was hurt by them, God knows how much I loved these two. So when they humbled themselves to greet me and risked being Seen-zoned, juiceko, maluha-luha ako. Touched kung touched.
Actually, this is what I hate the most about being a “boss”—goodbyes. I’m so awful at goodbyes. When someone decides to leave, I manage to act cool and deadman, but honestly, I’m crushed deep inside. I would tell them I wish them the best but in the recesses of my heart I want to beg them not to leave. Just like Raviv—he’s like that when people/guests he loves leave. He would go away and pretend not to care, but deep inside I know he’s crushed).
Anyway, oo nga pala, this is a Wardrobe Diary entry. So lemme now show you what this Madame wore on her 33rd birthday celebration (gaaah!)
- yellow top: Shopwise (yes, the clothes department of the supermarket! I got this a few weeks after I gave birth to Raviv because I was short on buttoned blouses for easy breastfeeding)
- brown skirt: ukay
- belt: Plains & Prints
- necklace: Tiffany’s
- bracelet: Tiffany’s
- wooden leaf-shaped earrings: given by my mother-in-law
- canvas shoes: Wakai (one of the 2 canvas shoes I bought on my birthday last year 🙂 )