Last time on my previous post, I stated that I'll write something about my birthday. To be specific, things on how I celebrated it. It was really not that special. Not at all. It's more of me just sharing it to world. Isn't it lovely? To tell you honestly, I had this type of festivity exactly the same last year. Although the scenes are quite different in terms of probability and aspect, they were (entirely) peculiar. I guess Thor was just really angry that time and I prefer to call it a coincidence. Hmm... Coincidence? I don't even know this term.
When you say "Birthdays," these types of celebrations are often parallel with cakes, confetti (I think), beverages and, of course, food - lot of food. Don't get me wrong, okay? This is how I perceive it. However, to fill that void inside me, I just think that I'm old enough to settle with pancakes. Nah, so much for the drama and let's just get started.
Simply put, these were exactly the scenes.
SLEEPING
After a rigorous time at work, I went home around 11:00 AM to call it a day. If you're wondering, my regular job requires me to be nocturnal that's why it had to be like that. Going back, when I was at home already, I found sanctuary in my bed. I slept for more or less 4 hours and woke up around 3:00 PM. It was cool. A nice way to start my date of birth.
SMOKING
I filled my stomach after being a sleeping-beauty King. After all, I didn't eat dinner last night, so, it was just right to have something for my belly. When the tables were done, I decided to destroy my lungs. I lighted a cigar and puffed the magic dragon. It was definitely enticing and reminded me that I have some laundries to do. But hey, it's my Birthday. I ought to have some offs.
WRITING
When it was time to check my email, I was hoping not to get some workloads from my client. I thought that he'll be more concern of the fact that I should be celebrating my day. "Alvin, do what you want. That will be your task for today. Go!" However, the story went against my scripts. To make it short, I spent 3 hours doing some write-ups. "Well, it's okay. I get to earn a few dollars."
HUDDLING UP
It was almost 7:00 PM, so, I have to do things quick. My nighttime job will start at 8:00 PM and I don't want my Boss to scare the hell out of me. In a blink of an eye, I was done taking a bath, brushing my teeth, wearing my suit and drinking my coffee. I did all of this for 20 minutes. What the? Just don't the statistics. I was even mesmerized to see how fast things went.
THANKING THOR
At exactly 7:30 PM, I started walking out of the house and got myself ready for what's coming. Indeed, I got myself ready; just enough to prepare some energy for Thor's unbelievable gift. The Norse God thrust his hammer and the weather just fairly obeyed him. Then, the rain marched and I started singing, "Rain rain go away. Come again another day because it's my birthday. La la la." The cloud's curtain fell and I just saw Thor with a grim. Sigh, he just wrote an exclamation point that time. So, why do I have to thank Thor? My mom said that rain is a blessing especially when it pours during your birthday. I think mother has to put the adjective, hard, on the term (pours). It was not rain! It was a storm!
RECEIVING THE BLESSING
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Okay, so my Mom said that rain is a blessing. If that's the case, then why do I have to pave the way just for the rainwater not to flood our house? Why do I have to drench in the water and unclog the drainage system just to make sure that our crib will not become a swimming pool in an instant? Oh my Thor! You got to be kidding me. Well, things are bound to happen. There's nothing I can do. To conclude, I stayed there for almost 5 hours. Yes, 5 hours and that brings me around midnight. Okay, that's not cool. Seriously.
ANTICIPATING
When Thor's greetings finally went to a full stop and my job was done, I sat on a chair outside to rethink what have had just happened. Unfortunately, my brain was not in the mood to digest any thought. I can't blame him (brain), though. Even up to now, I technically don't know why it's "Anticipating."
This was barely new to me. Last year, I experienced the same thing too; only that it was Penelope who visited me. All the while, they still gave me a reason to call it a birthday - the chance to withstand a new day in life. Basically, I really don't define birthdays with chocolate cakes or numbered candles. I just hope that next year, Hades will be my guest.
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